East High School - Exodus Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 190 of the 1905 volume:

C-f'v''- ftoe BIN3 o our alumni, tofjo fjabe matie ourscbooltoljat tits,toe take tins means of sbototng our apprett atton, anO gratefully bePtcate tins book Bast Fjfgb School Htinual Board Editor-in-Chief CHAS. C. BERRY (4) . . . . GERTRUDE KRAUSS (4) . . . RALPH G. IRVINE (4) . . . . ALPHA ROBBINS (3) . . . . EDITH NASH (4).......... PERCY T. HOPPER (4) . . . ADALYN ROBY (1)......... CARLE B. ROBBINS (3) ... RUTH MINOR (4).......... ROLFE P. CRUM (2) .... MR. G. F. SMITH MISS GERTRUDE A. SANDERSON MISS SARAH BABBITT . . . Assistant Editor . . . Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Joke Editor . . . . Athletic Editor . Societies and Alumni .................Art Editor . . Business Assistant . . . Advisory Board Hnmial Board Prevented by ill-health from assuming her duties page eleven THE ANNUAL is to the pupil of East High School what the newspaper is to the business man—his means of knowing what is going on. For informing the members of the school in this way there have been four East High Annuals, each arriving at a higher standard of excellence than its predecessor. Thus the task of getting out this little book grows harder each succeeding year. We, especially, found ourselves with such a worthy predecessor that hopes of raising its standard were feeble. But we set out with determination and now place our work in your hands to decide whether, or not, it is a success. And now, confident that we have done our best, hoping that your criticisms will not be too severe, apologizing for any hurt feelings, and thanking all who have helped us in our work, We remain, tired but hopeful, THE EDITORS. page twelve MISS FRANCES A. ADAMS Assistant Principal MR. BENJAMIN U. RANNELLS Principal MR. DANIEL W. LOTHMAN Assistant Principal page thirteen faculty page fourteen faculty page -fifteen faculty page sixteen faculty page seventeen faculty MR. BENJAMIN U. RANNELLS .............................................Principal Ohio Wesleyan University, A. B. MR. DANIEL W. LOTHMAN...................................Assistant Principal Harvard, B. A. Instructor in Latin and Greek MISS FRANCES A. ADAMS...................................Assistant Principal Vassar College, A. B. Instructor in Latin MISS FRANCES BAKER .....................................Xenia College, M. L. L. Graduate Work, University of Chicago Instructor in English MISS BERNADINE BLACK .... Western Reserve University, A. B. Instructor in Mathematics MR. CHARLES B. BOWERMAN, Instructor in Stenography and Bookkeeping MISS EDITH E. CLAFLIN................................Principal’s Secretary MR. CHARLES W. DISBROW..............................Amherst College, B. A. Instructor in History MR. EDWIN L. FINDLEY..............................Buchtel College, A. B., A. M. Post-graduate Work at Johns Hopkins Instructor in Greek and Latin MR. HENRY F. HABER.......................................Bald win-Wallace, B. S. Instructor in Algebra MISS MARY L. HANNA......................................Lake Erie College Instructor in English MISS HELEN G. INGERSOLL..................................Lake Erie College, A. B. Instructor in Geometry and Latin MR. CHARLES M. KNIGHT, LL. B. Instructor in Civics, Economy, History MR. CLARENCE H. LANDER . . B. S., University of Michigan, Harvard Instructor in Natural History MISS VINNIETTA J. LIBBEY........................Wellesley College, B. S., M. A. Instructor in Algebra MISS BERTHA M. LEE............................College for Women, W. R. U. Instructor in Geometry and Physics MISS LUELLA L. CHAFFEE .... Western Reserve University Instructor in Zoology MISS KATHERINE L. O’GRADY..............................Geneseo State Normal Emerson College of Oratory Instructor in Oratory and Composition MISS LUCIA STICKNEY............................................Oberlin, M. A. Instructor in English MRS. MAUDE O. TRUESDALE................................Western Reserve, B. L. Instructor in English and History MISS GERTRUDE A. SANDERSON .... College for Women, A. B. Radcliffe College, A. M. Instructor in English MISS SARA SEATON............................................. Wellesley, A. B. Instructor in Natural Science MISS MARY E. PARSONS . . . B. S., Elmira College, Radcliffe College Leland Stanford University Instructor in German page eighteen MR. HENRY L. PECK Instructor in Mathematics, Law MR. ARTHUR F. M. PETERSILGE, B. S., Case School of Applied Science. Instructor in Mathematics, Science MISS VICTORIA C. LYNCH .... Western Reserve, B. L„ ML A. Instructor in English and Latin MR. EDWARD L. RAISH, University of Wisconsin, B. L., Harvard, M. A. Instructor in Geometry and German MR. HERMAN SCHULTE, Jr. . . University of Rochester, A. B., A. M. Instructor in German, French MR. G. F. SMITH .... Western Reserve University, B. A., Ph. D. Post-graduate Course at Johns Hopkins Instructor in History and English MR. P. J. TWIGGS...................................................Buchtel College Instructor in Bookkeeping, Mathematics MISS BERTHA M. CRITCHLEY.......................................... Vassar, A. B. Instructor in History and English MISS H. M. PELTON ........................................Western Reserve, A. B. Instructor in English MR. J. C. PEARSON....................................Cornell University, A. B. Instructor in Latin MR. C. J. FOSKETT..................................................Brown, B. P. Instructor in Mechanical Drawing, Manual Training MR. HERBERT C. WOOD...............................................Amherst, A. B. Instructor in Physical Geography MR. H. B. REED.........................................„ . Oberlin, A. B. Instructor in Physics MISS SARAH A. BABBITT.....................................Western Reserve, A. B. Instructor in Latin MR. S. E. SWANBECK...............................Western Reserve, A. B., M. A. Instructor in Physical Training MR. J. POWELL JONES....................................Instructor in Music MISS MARY R. BECK....................................Western Reserve, B. L. Instructor in Mathematics MR. LYTTON S. BEMAN...........................Instructor in Manual Training MISS J. CORA BENNETT..........................University of Wisconsin, B. S. University of Chicago University of Minnesota Zurich, Switzerland Instructor in Chemistry, Physiology MISS MARIA M. KELLEY......................................Western Reserve, B. L. Instructor in Physical Training MR. WALTER V. SMITH...........................Instructor in Manual Training MISS MARY B. SPENCER......................Instructor in Drawing, Art School faculty page nineteen OFFICERS OF SENIOR CLASS RALPH TEXTOR, Treasurer MABEL GOODAIRE, Ass’t Treasurer CHAS. SMITH, Sergeant-at-Arms CLARA GORMAN, Vice-President WARREN CAMPBELL, President HAZEL GARFIELD, Corresponding Sec’y MATLOCK TATE, Recording Sec’y RAE LICHTENSTADER Seniors Classical German Class of i HELEN FEUERSTEIN Athenaeum HELEN BELL LEWIS SPENCER Football Team WALLACE FORD . . Scientific English Scientific Latin Scientific English . . Scientific English ELSIE BOHNARD Classical German Scientific Latin Seniors Class of 1905 MABEL GOODAIRE .... Athenaeum Assistant Treasurer of Senior MABEL MALLOY DAISY LUDWIG GERTRUDE KOERNER Athenaeum MINNIE SWEET D. B. V. MYRTLE GRANGER . . . . Athenaeum Class Scientific Latin Scientific Latin Scientific English Classical German Scientific Latin page twenty-two DAISY WESTON...................................Scientific English MYRTLE FOX.........................Scientific English Faculty’s choice for Commencement JENNIE PAUL............................Scientific Latin Athenaeum MARTHA JOYCE..................................Scientific English ARTHUR HOFFMAN .... Scientific Latin MINNIE KNEBUSCH.........................Commercial Seniors Cla88 of 1905 page twenty-three Seniors Claes of 1905 MARIE LIHME Athenaeum Class Day Classical German CLARA HINZ . Athenaeum D. B. V. CHARLES S. SMITH . . . Zetagathean Sergeant-at-Arms of Senior WALTER GREENE Football Team GUY ROCKWELL . . . . Football Team Captain Basket-Ball Team ORIOLE SPRACKLING . . . . Scientific Latin . Scientific English Class . Scientific German Scientific English . . Scientific Latin page twenty-four MARGARET KOTZ Seniore Scientific Latin Class of 1905 CHARLES C. BERRY . . . . Scientific Latin Lincoln Debate Class choice for Commencement Zetagathean Editor-in-Chief of Annual BURRETT MILES .... Scientific English Manager ’04 Football Team HAZEL GARFIELD.........................Scientific Latin Athenaeum Corresponding Secretary of Senior Class RACHEL BRADLEY...............................Classical German CLARENCE HAMMEL .... Scientific English page twenty-five Seniors Class of 1905 JOHN ARMSTRONG .... Classical Greek HARRY MALL Commercial LAURA COGILL English BELLE HART.............................Scientific Latin Athenaeum Class Day RUTH LOTHMAN........................Classical Greek Faculty’s choice for Commencement JAMES HILL ....... Scientific Latin Manager ’05 Basketball and ’05 Football Team page twenty-six ASTRID GRAM....................................Scientific English FRANCES HORSBURGH . . . Scientific Latin PIERRE WHITE........................Scientific Latin Columbus Debate Zetagathean Faculty’s choice for Commencement Indianapolis Debate VICTOR CONRAD...............................Classical German D. B. V. AGNES WALLACE..................................Scientific English ESTHER CHRISTIAN .... Special Course D. B. V. Seniora Class of i page twenty-seven Seniors Clae9 of 1905 FLORENCE ADOMEIT . Scientific German WANDA LAUBSCHER .... Scientific English Athenaeum RETTA CANFIELD..................................Scientific Latin RALPH B. TEXTOR .... Scientific German President of Zetagathean Lincoln and Central Debates Faculty’s choice for Commencement Treasurer of Senior Class JENNIE WHITE Scientific Latin FLORENCE MILLER .... Classical German Athenaeum page twenty-eight EDITH RICHTER Athenaeum BRUCE BEYER MABEL EGERT Athenaeum LOIS WILSON Athenaeum GRACE ALEXANDER . . . . Athenaeum MAUDE CRILL Scientific English Scientific English Scientific Latin . Scientific Latin Classical German . Scientific Latin Seniors Class of 1905 page twenty-nine Seniors Claes of tpos EILEEN LYLE Scientific Latin FLORENCE SALBAUM .... Scientific English Athenaeum JOHN LEIGHTON......................Scientific German Faculty’s choice for Commencement NELSON E. GAGE..........................Scientific English Zetagathean Class Day LUCY CLAIR Commercial ANNA MAY EVANS.................................Scientific English page thirty RALPH G. IRVINE........................Classical German Zetagathean Business Manager of Annual PAUL VAUGHN.............................Scientific German Zetagathean AGNES RING........................Classical Greek Athenaeum Class choice for Commencement (Resigned) FRANK KNIGHT..............................Classical German Baseball Team FERDINAND OSTER Commercial JACOB RIPNER . Football Team Scientific English Seniors Claes of 1905 page thirty-one Seniors Class of 1905 LYDIA DEUBLIN . . . D. B. V. LAURENCE GARDNER . . Zetagathean Columbus Debate Class Day MARY WALTON GRACE WINES . . . . MAUD HANN HOWARD PEARSE . . . page thirty-two . . Scientific German Classical German Scientific English Scientific English Scientific English . . Classical Greek ROBERT FLETCHER . . ALMA McNAMARA EVELYN SMITH D. B. V. HERBERT KIMMEL . . Zetagathean D. B. V. Manager of Track Team PERCY HOPPER Zetagathean Annual Board Class Day Scientific English Scientific English Scientific German Classical German Scientific Latin Seniors Class of 1905 page thirty-three HELEN M. PERKINS Athenaeum Class Day Classical German Seniors Class of 1905 WILLARD PRICE . . Zetagathean Scientific Latin EUGENE GRIESE Zetagathean Classical Greek GERTRUDE KRAUSE .... Classical Greek Athenaeum Annual Board Faculty’s choice for Commencement LEON PARMENTER............................Scientific Latin Zetagathean Central Debate OSCAR LINN Scientific German HELEN PECKINPAUGH . . . Scientific Latin Athenaeum page thirty-four Classical German EDITH NASH . Annual Board President of Athenaeum (first term) Faculty’s choice for Commencement MYRTLE TOWER............................Scientific Latin Athenaeum PHILIP SABIN Scientific English LAURA EDWARDS...............................Classical Greek President of Athenaeum (second term) LOUIS LUX Classical German WINTHROP RANDALL .... Scientific Latin Zetagathean Basket-ball Team Seniors Claes of 905 page thirty-five Seniors Class of 1905 CHESTER HUTCHINSON . . . Scientific English MATLOCK K. TATE .... Scientific English Zetagathean Recording Secretary of Senior Class MARK DRUM.................................Scientific English Manager ’05 Baseball Team KARL JASTER Classical German RUTH MINER...........................Classical German Athenaeum Annual Board DOROTHEA PFISTER .... Scientific English D. B. V. page thirty-six WARREN CAMPBELL . . . . President of Senior Class Zetagathean OLIVE HEINBUCH MARY PEARSON............. LEO ULMER...................... Lincoln and Central Debates Zetagathean Indianapolis Debate GERTRUDE DEMARS LEILA HINMAN Scientific English Scientific Latin Scientific Latin Classical German Scientific English Scientific Latin Seniors Class of 1905 page thirty-seven Seniors Class of 1905 AGNES McCANN MABELLE BLUE GRACE STUTE D. B. V. BERTHA SCHROEDER . . Athenaeum D. B. V. JAMES HORSBURGH . . MARTINA CUSHING page thirty-eight . . Scientific English . Scientific Latin Scientific German . . Scientific German Scientific English Scientific English CLARA GORMAN................................Scientific Latin Vice-president of Senior Class Athenaeum ELSIE M. KLOEPFER .... Scientific English RUBY CHURCHILL................................Scientific English Class Day EDWARD OAKLEY............................Classical Greek Zetagathean Seniors Claes of 1905 page thirty-nine EDITH ODGERS Commercial Seniors RAYMOND MEHLING . . . . Zetagathean Claes of 1905 FLOSSA ROPER Scientific Latin Classical German PAUL WILSON...........................Scientific Latin Zetagathean Columbus Debate Class choice for Commencement Indianapolis Debate EMMA HESS RALPH LOGAN RUTH SEMPLE Athenaeum Classical Scientific Latin Scientific Latin CEDRIC WELLSTED .... Classical German Captain ’05 Basketball Team page forty Akers, Arthur Anisfield, Edith Karolyn Anthony, Evangeline Katherine Baith, Evangeline W. Baker, Henry Clay Barber, Ola Mae Bardons, Helen Collis Barnes, Mildred Iola Barren, Henry B. Bartlett, George Frederick Becker, Edna Benn, Harry Ellsworth Benzies, John Ralph Bidlingmayer, Ella Bissmann, Josephine Katherine Black, Mary Elizabeth Boenig, Peter Borger, Fanny B. Botham, Pearl Estella Bowen, Madeline Harriett Boyer, Merle Bresler, Adolph Brott, Blanche Brown, Edith Mary Bruner, Karl Guilford Bull, Gertrude Sara E. Burkholder, Susie Catherine Burner, Charles Harold Bushea, Maizie Campbell, Emma Campbell, Jennie Gibson Campbell, June Campbell, Robert J. Carlisle, Tyler Walter Champ, Willard John Cheyney, Thomas Francis Chubbuck, Florence Sarah Cohn, Edwin Cole, Raymond Earl Cooke, Mildred Stem Coon, Martha May Craft, Jessie Craig, Harry Paul Cramer, Ettamae Crawford, Edward Roy Crichton, Ethel Critchley, Florence Amy Culbertson, Elizabeth A. Cullman, Charles Vincent Cunnea, Louis James Cutler, Inez Davis, Alice Jeanette Day, Earl Grover Day, Ethel Marie W. Day, Hudson Deane, Mabel Mary Dellinger, May Elizabeth Dietz, Emma Dorothy Dill, Frank Roderic Domino, Karl Albert Downie, Ethel Louise Downie, John Eiger, Lillian Gertrude Emerson, Hugh McKnight Ericsson, Vera Caroline Farasey, George Arthur Farkash, Nelson Fassett, John Franklin Fawley, Hugh Fawley, Nora May Fisher, Josephine Scott Fitzpatrick, Mary Margaret Flynn, Catharine Josephine Fogarty, Neosho Ernie Foote, Frank Archer Forgason, Edward Raymond Freeman, Rose Fugman, Victor Fuldauer, Katharine Fulton, Florence Dorothy Gable, Charles Dudley Gibson, Clara Belle Gillmore, Inez Nellie Goddard, Charles Leland Goodman, Moses Goodman, Nathan Grabien, Fred Otto Greenwood, Walter Gregory, Will Morrison Grosser, Jay James Hagan, William Jerald Hall, Edythe B. Hardway, Burridge Harris, Beach Kent Harsh, Dwight B. Hartman, Jessie Frances Hayward, Phillip Roder Hilton, Hugh Gerald Hinderman, Clarence Hinske, Augusta Bertha Hogan, Francis Hosford, Helen Virginia House, Alma Florence Huberty, Sadie Mary Hutton, George Washington Hyatt, Edward Irish, Charles Atwood Jackson, Jay J. Jones, Abbie Marguerite Jordan, Leon Kost Rumors Class of 1906 page forty-one jfumors Cla98 of 1906 Joyce, Mary Honore Kaercher, Amanda Marie Kelty, Alfreda Mary Kingsley, Albert French Koze, Elinor Kramer, Estelle Fayetta Lanphear, Marie Louise Lawes, Grace Leavanworth, Grace Elizabeth Lewis, Hannah Lloyd Linn, Harold Raymond McCauley, Edwin Thomas McChesney, Mary Helen McGinty, Joseph MacLevie, May Celestia Malm, Harold Sigurd Ford Malm, Lewis Harold Malm, William Everet March, Lily Matilda Mason, Charles Frederic Mason, Harris Eben Maurer, Anna Katherine Meikle, Ella Rose Merkel, Ella Irene Merry, Seward Mettling, Violet Cariotta Miller, Theora Alice Morris, Warren Leland Mulhern, Willard Nutting, Nannie Kieth Miller Oldham, Raymond Olmsted, Helen Reed O’Neil, Raymond Newton Owen, Olney D. Paisley, Lillian Alpharetta Paton, C. Marie Payer, Blanche Beatrice Pearse, Frank Elmer Pennington, Heaton, Jr. Preston, Miriam Elizabeth Preyer, Harry Raeder, Nellie Louise Randall, Jean Marguireta Reed, Earl James Reed, Louise Emily Regan, Clarence Thomas Rieley, Mabel Margaret Robbins, Alpha Ballou Robbins, Carle Boynton Robertson, Harry James Roblee, Helen Jeanette Root, Annabel Abbott Schmidt, Fred Ludwig Schrader, Roy Eldon Schrader, William Henry, Jr. Schreitle, Minnie Schwan, Thea Scott, Leon Charles Seelbach, Henrietta Rose Seelbach, Walter Seely, Leah May Sheen, Josie Veronica Silberman, Alice Singer, Ralph Harold Slater, Melinda Cora Smith, Donald Lloyd Smith, Dorothea E. Smith, Edith Frances Snodgrass, Earl Fall Spero, Lillie Spieth, William Frederick Stadler, Edward Louis Starkes, Carlton Culley Stephens, Laura Edna Steverding, Joseph Arnold Storey, John Martin Straka, Alfred Strang, Howard Frederick Stute, Bessie Louise Sundstrom, Mabel B. Sweeney, Mary Veronica Theophil, Minnie Thompson, Ann Thomson, Gertrude Daisy Titus, Erskine Laurence Tuttle, Jessie Allan Ulmer, Charlotte D. Ulmer, Emma May Unger, Leonard Vaccariello, Michael Vokes, Samuel Harold Wadsworth, Howard Luther Wadsworth, Roland Edgar Wallace, George Cutler Webb, Shirley Jay Wedow, Tredrid John Weeks, Myrta Helen Wellman, Frederick Seemens Weymark, Fred White, Charles Harrison White, Earle Euclair Whitney, Clyde Ambert Wiesman, Charlotte Christine Wiggins, William Greene Wilhelm, Anna Wirtshafter, Fred Wooden, Grover Cleveland Woodworth, Blanche Diana page forty-two Abbott, Cornelius James Abt, Erasme Walter Akins, Ralph Harlow Alexander, Charles Anderson, George Philip Angell, Edna Mary Avery, Gladys M. Baker, Bert Baker, Ruth Hall Ball, Rae Eleanor Ballard, Bon James Ballard, Harry David Barnard, Ursula Barrows, Hilda Elizabeth Bartlett, Eunice Battenfeld, Jay Leroy Battenfeld, Jesse Ray Beighlee, Ethel Beaulah Beilstein, Meta Louise Bengert, Edgar Paul Beyer, James Blaine Bill, Fred Russell Blandford, Harry Emerson Bliss, Mabelle Marguerite Blood, Georgiana Edith Boffenmyer, Nina Fay Bottle, Edwin Louis Bowden, Flora Bradbury, Estella Lillian Bradley, Edward Brandt, Alma Henrietta Brandt, Florence Emily Braunlich, Walter Fred Brisben, Will Everett Brunner, Elmer Heine Budde, Otto Carl Bunting, A. Le Roy Burner, Florence Helen Burton, Lillie May Butcher, Frank Holmer Cahill, Marie Eugenia Caine, Thos. Richard Caldwell, Edith Mae Campbell, Ethel Mae Carroll, George Raymond Casey, Elmer Champ, Gardner Chapman, Mills Chisholm, Arthur Webster Clark, Walter Dean Collins, Harold Thomas Cook, Fanchon Pamelia Cooksey, Charles Henry Corry, Frances Cramer, Iverna Lillian Sophomores Class of 1907 Dixon, Benjamin Harrison Donovan, Agnes Margaret Dority, Daniel Watkins Doubrava, Joseph Francis Doyle, Tresa Lucile Drexel, Helen Dunn, Frank Durschlag, Arthur Dustin, Anna Laverne Eble, Stephan Edwards, Ruth Agnes Eisenberg, William Emde, Irene Sabina Engelman, Belle Enkler, Frederick William Evans, Ada May Farrell, Helen Cecile Fawcett, Fred Davis Feder, Harold Edwin Fickes, Helen E. Fix, Charles Samuel Fix, Hazel Fleck, Harriet Fonda, Harold Theodore Ford, Olive Sophia Forman, John Clayton Foster, Fred Frederick, Eva M. Frey tag, William Henry Frost, Rolland T. Funk, Walter J. Futch, Ethyl Adelaide Gadbau, Inez Isabelle Gage, Mildred Gailey, Margaret Gamble, Bessie Noreine Gardner, Eugene Raymond Gates, Earl Watkins Germond, Gertrude Hannah Gilpin, Lawrence Thomas Gilpin, Mabel Elizabeth Crane, William Catesby Crowell, Nettie Bell Crozier, Myrtle Wheller Crum, Rolfe Pomeroy Cullen, Helen Daly, Rose Dorethea Daus, Louise Arline Davenport, Grace Davis, Arthur James Davis, Florence Lolette de Forest, Tracy Le Roy BeMooy, Ada Marie Dempsey, Minnie Agnes Dietz, Anna Barbara page forty-three Sophomores Class of tgoj Gneuhs, Arthur Fred Goodman, Esther Golding, Edith Winifred Grable, Errett Marion Grabler, Minnie Gray, Hallie Orsman Green, Winifred Isabelle Greenbaum, Jessie Greenstine, Louis William Greenwood, Marie Griffin, Burt Wylie Grove, Florence May Grover, Harry George Guenther, Robert Haas, Louis Hackman, Joseph W. Haeberle, Carl F. Hait, Marion Ethel Hammel, Elma Bell Handerson, Clarence Henry Handy, James Harold Hanley, Jerome Phillip Hanbon, William Clyde Harrison, Horace Richard Hart, George Emerson Hayes, Clyde Wellsy Hayes, Constance Irene Hechler, Clara Blanche Heineman, Florence Grace Heller, Harry Arthur Herrick, DeWitt Clinton Hinske, John William Hopper, Raymond Black Horsburgh, Florence House, Clara Katherine Houseman, Lucy Hull, Hazel Rue Huntington, Fred Immke Huy eke, Waldo R. Hyatt, Harry C. Jardine, Frank Joseph, Ernest Adolph Joyce, Isabel Kaercher, Emily Margarete Keeler, Robert Boughton Keevan, Earl George Kidney, Harvey Russell King, Mary Kennedy Kingsley, Florence May Kipp, Charles Fred Klein, Arthur Kloepfer, Blanche Knight, Chase Gilbert Knobloch, Dorothea Grace Knobloch, Elsie Marie Koehler, Ada Konrad, Helen Marie Korebek, Adeline Kraft, Stella Johann Kraus, LeRoy Allen Kuhl, Ernest William Landphair, Ethel May Larsen, Lillian Ella Laubscher, Alma Irene Lawrey, Emily Roberta Leese, Alta Alice Lemmon, Grace Warner Lenz, George Lewis, Mileham Hood Lind, James Livingston Lockwood, Laura Valentine Lockwood, Ruth Mildred Logan, Elizabeth Blanche Ludick, Ada Louise Lux, Malvina Bertha Lyle, Alice Lyons, Stephen McCarthy, Frank Frederick McClellan, Leslie Newman McClelland, Corliss B. McClintock, Kenneth Nortan McCombes, Charles McCormick, Edna Olive McDonough, Loretta McFadden, Mary Genevieve McGuire, Katherine R. McLaughlin, Adelbert McMahon, James Edward McMillin, Retta Cyrene Mackenzie, Ethel Maloney, Genevieve Margo, Charles Joseph Mason, Edith Mason, Myrtle Loraine Masten, Wilma Adali Matthews, James Joseph Marrison, Mary Ann Meriam, Frieda Lathrope Merrell, Roswell Pettibone Messer, Meta Louise Metherell, Eva Rose Mettling, Cora Miller, Agnes Drury Miller, Anna Olga Miller, Eacott B. Miller, Hazel Clare Miller, Julia Miller, Mayme Isabelle Miller, Muriel Agnes Moeder, Edward page forty-four Moeller, William Moore, Alice Bell Morrow, Dudley Edward Mueller, Charlotte Munro, Ethel Isabel Murawsky, Alfred Nelson, William Clarence Newman, Sydney Nichols, Paris Mason Nickels, Florence Elizabeth Nielson, John Henry Noland, Warren Bird Norris, Elton Rockwell Oldham, Corinne Anna Oldham, Florence Lynn Oliver, Esmeralda Anna Ossman, Florence Margaret Park, Lorene K. Paskins, Muriel Louise Patterson, Ralph Irwin Philleo, Clara Luella Pierce, Earl E. L. Pollock, Wilfred Hotchkiss Pomeroy, Erma Ruth Porter, Abbie Inez Potts, Fred Clinton Prosser, James Roy Pritchard, Dorothy Gertrude Rasmussen, Martin John Richardson, George Crosier Ries, Laura Louise Ringel, Corinne Sidney Ritter, Elsie Louise Roberts, John Roberts, Harris Williams Robinson, Lucia Brown Robinson, Mamie Blanche Rodgers, Fred Girvin Roodhuyzen, Elsie Rose, Imogene Rose, Jan Morrison Rothermel, Mabel Elma Ruth, Hazel Ursula Sabin, Orrin Charles Sandals, Hazel Louise Schafer, William Alfred Schindler, Helen Campbell Schmidt, Otto Theodore Schulz, William George Schwan, Flora Schwan, Paul William, Jr. Scobie, Mazie Eleanor Scott, Dudley Humphrey Scott, Loyd Palmer Scott, Ralph Benjamin Seibert, Fred Seitz, Elsie Marcella Sheehan, John Sidley, Edith Emmogene Silberman, Anna Siller, Ernest Harry Simon, Mary Helen Sinclair, Esther Minnie Sinnott, Laurence Joseph Slater, Viola Caroline Small, Carl Lombard Smith, Florence May Smith, Margaret Helen Smith, Sherwin Howells Souers, Joyce Gaynell Speiser, Harry Spero, Carl Splittorf, John Staffer, May Elsie Steffens, Harry Ernest Steimer, Eugene William Stephan, Elsie Mae Stevens, Letitia Sweeney, Loretta Helen Sweet, Donald Howard Taylor, Edward Anderson Taylor, Jessie Anderson Tengler, Josephine Isabelle Thayer, Raymond Lowry Thompson, Margaret M. Tousley, Clara May Truax, Marjorie Anna Uhle, Henry Walter Van Berweel, Homer John 'Vickery, Melville Willis Viele, George James Vogt, Grace Wadsworth, Edith Alice Wadsworth, Ralph Korl Wallace, Thomas Frederick Warwick, Robert Evans Watkins, Maie Elizabeth Weber, Carl Wedow, Ella Van Renssellear Weitz, Pauline Marie Wemple, Ralph Whipple, Grace Rozilla Whitslar, Helen Alice Wiles, Dewalt Harrison Williams, Howard David Workman, Catherine Helen Wright, Nathan Possons Yates, Estelle Yost, Ransom Howard Young, Margaret Caroline Zimmerman, Florence Elizabeth Sophomores Class of 1907 page forty-five freshmen Claes of 1908 Adams, Corinne Frances Agnew, L. Jeannette Stough Ahern, Agnes Mary Akers, Amanda Alexander, Marjorie Allen, Elizabeth Flora Allyn, Rhoda Leila Alpaugh, George A. Amphlett, Hazel Yondale Anderson, Bessie Grandy Anderson, Lillian Anthoinette Aring, Amanda Marie Babcox, Hazel Lucile Baginski, Johanna Helene Baker, Ethel Eva Baldwin, Edna Helen Barillier, Chas. Reginald Basinair, Cordelia Meirza Beeman, Harry Alfred Benedict, Nelson Louden Bentley, Frank Berkeley, Barbara Berkeley, Rose Berry, Harry Edward Bethel, Hazel Lee Betz, William George Bisinger, Leona Lillian Blaine, Perry Blake, Anna Blesch, Edna Grace Bloom, Genevieve Marie Bluem, Clarence Frank Blum, Elmer Clarke Bohlken, Etta Caroline Bonnallie, Robert Henry Boynoska, Arthur Edward Brennan, James Ryder Bresnan, Frank James Brothers, Myrtle Brown, Carrie Edith Probyne Brown, Edna Laurene Brown, Stewart Benjamin Bruch, Alfred Bruch, Carl Frederick Bull, Marjorie Cora Burgenson, Karl Burgess, Sadie Sarah Burnett, Proctor Rollin Bums, Loretto Virginia Burridge, Myrtle Ruth Burton, Irene Byrnes, Daniel Louis Callow, Annabel Carlen, Eugene Carr, Florence Anna Case, George Nelson Castagnola, Rose Cheyney, Lucy Margaret Clark, Edith Elizabeth Clark, Neil McCullough Clark, Irene Lillian Clement, William Edward Clement, Stuart Harrison Clevenger, Henrietta Monroe Cockburn, Howard Cockrem, Hazel Rose Cofall, Edna Blossom Coleman, R. Reed Collins, John Edwin Conley, William Bernard Cook, Florence Belle Cooke, Watson Cornell, Lowell Weden Cornell, ,Maynard Ellsworth Corrigati, Alfred Martin Corry, Katherine Louise Couch, Ruth Gordon Craft, Louise Amelia Crane, George William Crofts, Bessie Cross, Allan Ray Crotty, Anna Henrietta Cutler, Glenn Allen Dangeleisen, Myrtle Frances Darcy, Irene Frances Day, Alice Mildred Day, Percy Clayton Day, Ruth Eleanor Wilson Delaney, Estelle Isabel Delaplaine, Delano Lincoln Deming, Irene Lillian DeMooy, Ada Grace Denslow, Maud Imogens Dernier, Ernest Devay, Herman DeWitt, Leo Gerhard Dickey, Mabelle Dickinson, Howard George Dickinson, Wm. Henry Diebold, Earl Ralph Diemert, Fred Antony Diener, Emanuel Dietz, Joseph William Dobbert, Charlotte Christine Dole, Bertha Modena Donaldson, James Laurence Donoghue, James Alfred Dougharly, Edward Downs, Gertrude Drexel, William Edward page forty-six Duff, Joseph Blair Dunlap, Robert Earl Durgetto, Luain Wilmena Dutnall, Olive Clara Dyer, Herrick Harrell Edge, Mary Smith Edwards, Walter Ehler, Geneva Elliott, Isabelle Edna Empkey, Mildred Viola Engel, Myrtle Leighton Engle, Sarah Erhardt, Della Jennie Farrar, Pacy Anna Fassett, Florence Martha Feder, Hermine Josephine Ficken, Albert Henry Fisher, Bradburn Waldo Fisher, Imogene Allen Fletcher, Elton Smith Follansbee, Merle Clinton Foote, Charles Claybourne Foote, Orlo Fox, Clarence Gosse Francis, Arthur Townsend Frank, Gertrude Evelyn Franz, Ruth Rosa Freeman, Julia Gabele, Fred John Gage, Frances Mary Gensler, Edward Gerhan, Norma May Gilbert, Jessie Louise Gillmore, Mary J. Glick, Mannie Gnagi, Ida Creola Goering, Louise Agnes Goodaire, Edna Louise Goodaire, Edwin William Grable, Gilbert M. Grabler, Louise Diane Grant, Hannah Graves, Laurence Edward Graves, Gertrude Marie Green, Oliver Walton Greenshields, Norah Kathlean Greenshields, Oona Maude Griese, Arthur Fred Grossman, George Charles Grover, Priscilla Grute, Helen Catherine Gunn, John Burns Gurney, Bruce Alvin Hach, Walter Fredrick Hahn, Walter Clarence Hamilton, Gertrude Whiting Hammink, Harry Hann, Thomas Edward Harrison, Ethel Banford Harrison, Ilda Elizabeth Harsch, Bert Hart, Florence Bessie Hatch, Charlotte Hauck, Mary Louise Haweroff, Minnie Elizabeth Haylor, DeForest Burnett Hecker, Richard Fredrick Heckler, Chester William Heintz, James Clyder Helm, Charles Ames Hemmings, Clarence Tomson Hemmings, Lincoln Smith Henderson, Edna Florence Henwood, Ruth Lalage Hertz, Emil Hicks, Arnel Raymond Himmelman, Pearl Isabele Hoag, Herbert Morgan Hoefler, Mamie Mary Holcomb, Burton Holl, Florence Ruthena House, Samuel R. Hoyt, May Louise Hull, Verna Marie Humphries, Clarence Arthur Hunt, Charles Herbert Hurley, Martha Mary Hutton, Edith Irish, Hattie Belle Irvine, John Kenneth Irwin, Alicia Moore Jackson, Pearl Imogene Jackson, Walter LaSage Jaeger, Henry Pole James, Marjorie McDonald Jarman, Ruth Eleanor Johnston, Helen Jones, Clara Alta Jones, Herbert Edward Joyce, Lizzie Judd, Bella Margarette Kaighain, Ralph Thomas Kay, Iva Keenan, Helen Frances Kelsey, Ethel Kenealy, Mary Bessie Kennel, Edna Louise King, Agnes Mary Kirby, George Sanderson Kirk, Delmer Aubrey freshmen Claee of 1908 page forty-seven freshmen Class of «908 Kirsch, Allene Florence Kittinger, Benjamin Alden Klein, Lena Klein, Lillian Kloepfer, Edward Henry Knebusch, Ella Johanna Koeckert, Albert Edward Koerner, Harvey C. Konrad, Eleanor Constance Kramer, Edna Ray Kroeckel, Charles Krumpe, Irma Kunze, Ethel Elizabeth Laferty, Gertrude May Laganke, Otis Clarence Lannert, Ruby Viola Larsen, Ruth Francis Larson, Elmer Carl Latimer, Ruth Viola Laubscher, Ralph E. Lavin, James Leo Lawrence, Francis Keith Leighton, Harriet M. Lenz, Georgia Anna Le Page, Frank Rogers Lezius, Carl Francis Libby, Ruth Gertrude Lilley, Ralph Erskine Linn, Elsie Mary Lipstreuer, Howard Little, Florence Rose Llewellyn, Sadie Lockwood, Charles Bur ham Loftus, Josephine Longo, Edward Lotter, George Longee, Ralph William Ludwig, Esther Elizabeth Lyons, James Albert McAninch, Ralph Emerson McCulley, Margaret Janet McDaniel, Augustus McFarlin, Dan Jacob McGovern, Mabel Gertrude McGuire, Thomas Harry McKee, William Doris McLure, Helen Allison Me Watters, Norman Albernarley Mahaffy, Arthur Maine, James Franklin Malloy, Thomas Luther Malm, Royal Manchester, Sherman Amos Marsh, Eva Belle Mason, Hazel Amelia Masterson, Mildred Angula Mathews, William Matthias, Elsie Marie Mead, Ethel Lucille Meade, Mary Ellen Mehling, Harold David Meikle, George Thomas Mellen, Clarence Edward Mequillet, Elise Russell Merkel, Lucy Minnie Middleton, Owen Charles Miller, Ahnon J. Millert, Ida Florence Milligan, Marie Estelle Mitchel, George Louis Mitchell, Edna Louise Montgomery, George William Moore, Mabel Viola Moore, Susan Viola Moran, Margaret Mary Morton, Gertrude Moss, Irene Mae Mozier, Harold Gerard Munhall, Horace Eugene Munson, Grace Munson, Willmot Henry Nash, Henry Francis Neigh, Ethel Margarite Nellis, Naomi Kathryn Neuert, Wilma Lotta Neville, Blanche Amanda Neville, Claude John Newhouse, Edward James Newman, Arthur Bertrum Northey, Hazel Lavenia Oakes, Saba Bartlett Oberst, Harry Jacob Ockert, Mildred Mariella O’Dea, Joseph Ford Ohrmann, John William O’Neill, Frank Edward Onstine, Hazel Estelline O’Rourke, Anna Catherine O’Rourke, Mabel Oster, Lewis Augusta Osterhondt, Elmer Paden, Arthur William Paisley, Ethel Mary Palfreyman, Charles Palmer, Donald Buss Palmer, Marie Parks, Ethel Nettie Patchin, Erie Monroe Paton, Rhea Marguerite Patterson, Zera Horton page forty-eight Paxton, William Payne, Florence Louise Pearce, Josephine Anna Pettersson, Earl Charles Petzke, Otto Pfeiffer, Louis Erving Phillips, Edith May Pinniger, Herbert Plasman, Helen Louise Polman, Norman Baker Pomeroy, Cleve Hale Potts, Grace May Powell, Marguerite Pratt, George Henry Pratt, Katherine Prosser, James Pugh, Edward Samuel Quigley, Martin Joseph Rannells, Florence Cecil Reed, Eva Cecillia Reed, May Mills Reich, Emil Reich, Robert Alfred Reif, Howard Albert Reif, Marie Rose Richards, Ethel Mae Richardson, Agnes Sophia Jane Richardson, Howard Logan Richmond, Rotha Olin Rickner, Leola Dorothea Robblee, Henry Crabbe Roberson, Alex., Jr. Roberts, Sadie Anna Robinson, Alex. Edmund Roby. Adalyn Roby, Frank McQueston Rockwell, John Roelle, Homer Charles Rogers, Lilah Helen Roglin, Minnie Luella Romanis, Ethel Belle Ross, May Lulu Rowland, Helen May Ruff, Edith Madilene Russ, Louis Emil Ryan, Stephen Aloysious Ryan, William Richard Saar, Charles Raymond Salter, Jean Eadie Sampliner, Marcus Louis Sanford, Harlan Paul Sanker, Ella Jeanette Sargent, Irene Marie Satter, Clara Belle Saurwein, Herman Nicholas Sayles, Eva May Sayles, Mona Ann Scarff, Clarence Schatzinger, Albert Andrew Schatzinger, Christine Schmidt, Hulda Marie Schmoldt, May Louise Schoellhamer, Florence Selma Schrader, Walter Vernon Schreiner, Norman Charles Schroeder, Eleanor Alice Schultz, Ida Caroline Schutt, Minchin Erie Schwan, Ethel Marie Seavey, Edith Ella Sebelin, Lucilia Marie Shaw, Frieda Shelton, Elsie Dell Sherwin, John Paul Siegenthaler, Edith Fredericks Siess, Edmund Anthony Sindermann, Marie Caroline Small, Harold James Small, Philip Lindsley Smith, Clara Irene Smith, Gertrude Smith, Helyn Lois Smith, Nina Vivian Smith, Ray Palmer Sneyd, Marguerite Mona Snyder, Mabel Edith Soloman, Henrietta Spalt, Edith Anna Sprackling, William Erie Sprague, Virginia Sprowl, Carrie Buell Stadden, Dottie May Starkopf, Max Starrett, Oscar Garfield Stern, Abraham Stevan, Genevieve Stevens, Florence Bertha Stoffel, George Stohlmann, Frieda Alvina Stoller, Percy Louis Stoxey, Christine Cecilia Stritmater, Carrie Adelia Strong, Eldred John Strong, Grace Eleanor Stuehm, Ernest Edward Stute, Clara Margaret Summers, Otis Delano Sweesey, Harold Ernest Swift, Alice Ophelia Switzer, Bessie freshmen Class of 908 page forty-nine freshmen Class of 3908 post- Graduates Teal, Grace Tenhagen, Marguerite Corirme Thrasher, Arthur Henry Tinkler, Vaughn Oscar Tracy, Elitia Elizabeth Trater, May Ethel Truman, Francis Carletor� Trascott, Annette Caldwell Underhill, Dora Emeline Urban, Irma Almira Van Benschoten, Lucian Van Nuis, Alfonso Van Vliet, Frances Naomi Van Vliet, Ruth Viele, Hattie Gertrude Wagner, Evelyn Wagner, Gertrude Anna Walsh, Elisazeth Ileen Walter, Frank Edward Warner, Jack William Watkins, Frank Watson, Charles Elliott Watson, Walter Everett Webster, Agnes Weisenburger, Florence Adelaide Wells, Ethel Maud Wells, Ruth Westlake, Thomas Whan, Harry Wheaton, Grace Estella White, John Henry Wiechorek, Stanley Tofie Wilhelm, Albert Charles Wilhelm, Lillian Ruth Wilkinson, Esther Dean Willard, Henrietta May Williams, Oliver Williamson, Edna Wirtshafter, Bertha Wise, Oscar Mark Wolf, John Bernard Workman, William Harold Wulf, Sophie Bertine Yost, Malcolm Younglove Young, Raymond Alfred Zavitz, Jessie Verena Budde, Dorothy Helen Farasey, James Christian, Esther Mary Porter, Mary Rose page fifty page fifty-one - View of Auditorium faculty Choke Commence- ment Speakers Class Day Speakers page fifty-two RALPH B. TEXTOR MYRTLE FOX PIERRE A. WHITE GERTRUDE KRAUSS JOHN A. LEIGHTON EDITH NASH RUTH LOTHMAN Class Choice AGNES RING (Resigned) CHAS. C. BERRY PAUL E. WILSON 4 Priestess of Clio History Priestess of Minerva Essay Priestess of Euterpe Poem MARIE LIHME HELEN PERKINS RUBY CHURCHILL Class Spirit BELLE HART Priest of Mercury Jests Priest of Mars Oration Priest of Apollo Prophecy NELSON E. GAGE LAURENCE V. GARDNER PERCY HOPPER Jupiter WARREN CAMPBELL Page fifty-three EAST HIGH SCHOOL is now being recognized as a leader in athletics. This is due not only to the fine stock from iltDUtlCS which the teams are picked, but also to the hearty support given the teams by the school. Miss Kelly has been appointed as physical director for the girls and more apparatus has been added to the gymnasium. This has helped to stimulate the interest of the girls in athletics. During 1904 and 1905 East High School has been represented in football, basketball, baseball, and Dr. Young has been secured to coach a track team. We have every reason to be proud of the teams put out, for one championship has been won and the other teams have made a very creditable showing. page fifty-four page fifty-live THE Football team put on the field by East High was considered the best team we ever had. The interscholastic and state championships were won and Central High School alone was able to score upon us in a regular game. The game with West High School was the most exciting game played. Neither side made a touchdown, but a touchback by West High won the game for East High with a score of 2 to o. Two trips were made by the team, the first to Wooster and the second to Ravenna. At Wooster the boys were beaten in the practice game played with Wooster University. Joe Fogg, who coached the team, has been secured to coach the 1905 team. football 'Team Line-Op BURRETT MILES, manager WILL RYAN, half-back HAROLD WORKMAN, tackle HUGH EMERSON, guard ALEX. ROBINSON, half-back HARRIS MASON, end GUY ROCKWELL, tackle JOE FOGG, Coach LEON SCOTT, center JOHN WEDOW, quarter-back WALTER GREENE, guard EARLE WHITE, end JACOB RIPNER, half-back LEWIS SPENCER, full-back JOE STEVERDING, half-back Schedule E. H. S. October 1—Wooster University 4 0 (Wooster) it 8—Lincoln High School 0 23 if 15—Canton High School 0 42 it 22—Detroit University 0 29 it 29—West High School 0 2 November 5—Ravenna High School . 0 35 (Ravenna) a 11—South High School 0 40 a 12—East High School of Columbus . 0 22 a 19—Central High School 5 38 page fifty-seven Waiting for kickoff. Central High Game page fifty-eight BASKETBALL page fifty-nine page sixty Boys Basket-Ball Team THE East High School Basket Ball team of 1904-5 cannot be compared very well with the other High School teams of the city, since it did not play with any of them, because East High had withdrawn from the league. Regardless of this, an excellent schedule of thirteen games was secured by the manager, James Hill, out of which East High won nine games. Guy Rockwell, who was captain, resigned his position near the latter part of the season, but was ably succeeded by Cedric Wellsted. Basket-Ball 'Ceam Line-Op JAMES HILL, manager CEDRIC WELLSTED forward WINTHROP RANDELL, forward GEORGE FARASEY, center LEON SCOTT, forward GUY ROCKWELL, guard JAMES FARASEY, guard JOE STEVERDING, guard Schedule December 10—Hiawathas 10 E. H. S. 14 tt 16—Water Sports 15 tt 6 27—Alumni ....... 22 tt 20 January 11—Sioux ....... 19 tt 32 ft 13—East Ends 15 tt 24 ft 18—-W. R. U. ’06 1 it 37 ft 21—Akron High School .... 28 it 16 ft 27—Oberlin Academy .... 10 tt 22 February 3—Colonials 13 tt 21 (( 10—W. R. U. ...... 18 ft 13 ft 17—Oberlin Academy .... 17 tt 20 it 21—Lorain High School .... 25 tt 26 ft 24—University School .... 14 it 32 page sixty-one age sixty-two '06 Girls Basket-Ball Team UNDER the coaching of Miss Kelly three girls’ basket-ball teams were turned out: a junior, a sophomore, and a freshman team. These did not play any outside teams, but among the three the junior's was the champion. 0irW Basket-Ball Hearn fiembers of the junior ©Me' Basket-Ball Ceam MILDRED COOKE MISS KELLY (Coach) ESTELLE KRAMER JOSEPHINE FISHER HELEN HOSFORD CLARA GIBSON (Captain) MIRIAM PRESTON EDNA STEPHANS page sixty-three THE East High Baseball team of 1905 has every prospect for completing a successful season. The majority of the team is composed of men that played on the 1904 team. In the first game, played at Akron, the Buchtel College team was beaten by a score of 13 to 2. Dr. Barr has been secured to coach the team and, though no high school teams of this city can be played, Mark Drum, the manager, has secured an excellent schedule. SCHADE, center field (Capt.) MASON, catcher STEVERDING, 3rd base Line-Op REGAN, left field EMERSON, short stop KNIGHT, 2nd base DOUGHERTY, right field LIBHART, 1st base RYAN, pitcher McGINTY, pitcher Schedule April 15—Buchtel 2; East High School 13 “ 19—Case 1; East High School 4 “ 22—Painesville High School (cancelled) “ 26—Rayen High School (Youngstown) 0; East High School 6 “ 29—Columbus East High School 9; East High School 5 May 3—Case 14; East High School 1 “ 6—Central High School of Buffalo 4; East High School 6 “ 10—Warren High School “ 16—Western Reserve University “ 19—Kenyon Military Academy (Gambier) “ 20—Columbus East High School (2 games) (Columbus) “ 24—Oberlin Academy (Oberlin) “ 27—University School “ 30—Central High School of Buffalo (Buffalo) June 3—Detroit University page sixty-four page sixty-five Baseball Team of 1904 Captains and JVJanagers page sixty-six Captains and Managers JACK WEDOW Captain Football Team FRED SCHADE Captain Baseball Team GUY ROCKWELL Captain Basket-Ball Team ADOLPH BRESLER Captain Track Team CEDRIC WELLSTED Captain Basket-Ball Team BURRET MILES Manager Football Team MARK DRUM Manager Baseball Team JAMES HILL Manager Basket-Ball Team HERBERT KIMMEL Manager Track Team page sixty-seven ipoi BARNES, HORACE .... 27 Morningside Ave., New York City Representing Lee Lash Studios in New York City. BENDER, ELIZABETH....................... 448 East Madison Avenue Teacher in Cleveland public schools and intends to continue in this work during the future. CAMPBELL, FRANK W. A.......................... 1296 Lexington Avenue A student in the department of Electrical Engineering in the graduating class at Case School of Applied Science. KRAUSS, CARRIE L. ............................. 1997 Superior Street Expects to graduate in June, with Senior class at College for Women, W. R. U. WHEELER, FAY .... Overlook Road, East Euclid Heights Was married to Mr, Hoyt Landon Warner, on November 22, 1904. They expect to make their future home on Overlook Road, East Euclid Heights. 1902 BAILEY, CHARLES E. ...... 341 Harkness Avenue With the Bailey-Terry Co. in general and magazine advertising, BROWN, HYDE ......................................... Hanover, N. H. Attending Dartmouth College, Hanover, New Hampshire. FORD, RAYMOND ....... 338 Wade Park Avenue Attending Case School of Applied Science. He expects to graduate in 1906 as an electrical engineer. GREENMAN, CARLETON M. .... Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Law student in the office of Ellwood Brasted. GREENWOOD, IVAN A...........................161 Commonwealth Avenue Attending Dartmouth College and expects to graduate with the class of 1907. page sixty-eight HONEYWELL, SARAH M. ..... 315 Genesee Avenue Studying at the College for Women, W. R. U., where she will complete her course next year, KELLOGG, FLORENCE L............................713 North Logan Avenue j=j] lUfTlHl First year teacher in the Lakewood public school. KING, ANNA G...................................109 Huntington Street Teaches in the kindergartens of the Cleveland public schools and expects to continue to do so. LINN, LILLIAN R................................112 Dibble Avenue Junior at College for Women, W. R. U., and expects to finish her course there next year. LOWE, GEORGE B............................. 20 Crawford Place Entered at Dartmouth College in class of 1908. LUEHRS, NELLIE M............................... 580 Willson Avenue Attending College for Women, W. R. U. NELSON, CHARLES J.....................................45 Lena Avenue Recently returned from an extended trip through the West and South; now an assistant on the Engineer Corps of the Pennsylvania Lines. SELMINSKI, HELENE..............................34 Princeton Street Enjoying her Junior year at the College for Women, W. R. U., and is also teaching music. SIDLEY, FLORENCE L................................... 672 Doan Street Teacher in Marion school, Cleveland. SPRACKLING, NELSON................................140 White Avenue Still “plugging on” with his music. He hopes in a year to have some- thing more definite to say about himself. TICKNOR, W. H. ...................................24 Myrtle Street At present residing in Augusta, Maine, recovering from a recent illness. He intends returning to Cornell in the near future, to resume his studies in Electrical Engineering. THOMPSON, JOHN W.....................................161 Hodge Avenue Attending Dartmouth College, and hopes to continue his course there next year. WELTY, STELLA.........................................771 Doan Street Has been teaching for the past year in the Glenville schools, and expects to be engaged in the same work next year. YOUNG, LUCY H..................................22 Melrose Avenue Junior at College for Women, W. R. U., and expects to continue her course there. 1903 ARCHER, FRANK ................................... 1309 Lexington Avenue Employed at the Cleveland National Bank as clerk, and expects to continue there. BENNETT, HARRY L...................................28 Dunham Place At present with the National Malleable Castings Co. as cost clerk; but expects very soon to go in business with his father. BRADFORD, CHARLES C. ...... 2794 Euclid Avenue Preparing himself for an electrical engineer at Case School of Applied Science. COOK, GLENN W. ..... 261 Ryerson Street, Brooklyn Studying Engineering at Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, N. Y. page sixty-nine . 74 Giddings Avenue Hlumni CRITCHLEY, HARRIET Senior at Normal School. DAVIES, ESTELLE A......................... . 129 Lockyear Avenue Has a position in Cleveland Public Library, and expects to make that her future field of work. DELLINGER, HOWARD...............................818 Hough Avenue Has gotten into the habit of going to school and cannot get out of it. He thinks Reserve is a jolly good place and therefore does not mind it. EIBLER, LOUISE.................................55 Princeton Street Has been home since graduation. FIX, IDA M............................16 Cohasset Avenue, Lakewood Enjoying herself very much at home. HOFFMAN, RALPH W. E...................... 430 East Madison Avenue Attending Adelbert, taking the combined Case-Adelbert five-year course. HORSBURGH, JESSIE ....... 151 Hoadley Street Sophomore at College for Women, W. R. U. JAMISON, MAY ................................. 115 Van Ness Avenue With the Continental Jewelry Company, as stenographer. KEIPER, EDWARD W. F. ...... 380 Willson Avenue With Browning,. King Co., as stenographer. Expects “to launch out” into the advertising field within a year. KIRK, HAZEL W. 27 Brookfield Street Pursuing Classical course at College for Women, W. R. U. LUEHRS, FANNIE................................. 580 Willson Avenue Attending College for Women, W. R. U. MUELLER, GERTRUDE M............................ 730 Willson Avenue Sophomore at College for Women, W. R. U., where she expects to finish her collegiate course. NISBET, VIDA A. ........ 439 Russell Avenue Pursuing her course at College for Women, W. R. U. OAKLEY, LOEY MAY ........ 800 Hough Avenue Studying at College for Women, W. R. U. PARMENTER, CLYDE McK............................717 Republic Street A title searcher in the employ of the Land Title Abstract Co. He is also attending Law School. SCHULTZ, LOUISE A................................37 Standard Street At present attending Normal School. She is preparing to be a teacher of German, and expects to be ready to teach next fall. SHIRAS, HOYT......................... Ottawa, Kansas Preparing for school, which he expects to enter at Kansas City, Missouri, this fall. SISHOLZ, BENJAMIN HENRY........................ 334 Scovill Avenue Assistant manager Ladies’ Cloak department of The Halle Bros. Co. Will follow out the cloak business. STARRETT, WILLIAM W....................... . 1524 Superior Street Taking the Sophomore course at the Cleveland Homoeopathic Medical College. VOGT, HARRY F. ...... 281 Ryerson Street, Brooklyn Hopes to finish his course in Engineering at Pratt Institute this year. page seventy 1904 ALDRICH, SARA L................................... 232 Genesee Avenue At present a student in the Ohio Wesleyan University, at Delaware, Ohio. She is making a specialty of art. BABCOX, EDWARD B............................. 863 East Madison Avenue City salesman for The Yawman Erbe Mfg. Co. He hopes to perma- nently establish himself with the above firm. BALDWIN, ASA C.....................................361 Crawford Road Student at Adelbert College of W. R. U. BALES, PEARL L.......................................346 Marcy Avenue At present a student at the Cleveland Normal School. BELL, AUGUSTUS......................................SO Belvidere Street Freshman at Adelbert. Intends to complete college course. BENEDICT, CLAUDE...................................35 Star Avenue Studying the Classical course at Adelbert College. BERTSCH, ELIZABETH M............................ Has been studying pharmacy with her uncle and expects to continue BORTZ, LEONORE H............................. 424 Wade Park Avenue Has been enjoying herself at home. BRESLER, IRMA....................................... 52 Cutler Street Attending Fairmont Seminary, Washington, D. C. CAIN, CHARLES.....................................44 Norwood Avenue Enjoying college life at Adelbert. At present he intends to study medicine at W. R. U. Medical School. CALLELY, FRANCIS E.................................51 Maud Street He is now employed with the Frank A. Brassington Co. CARTER, CLARENCE E. ...... Chagrin Falls, Ohio Attending “Old” Wesleyan, where he intends to complete his college course. CREER, RHEA . 2 Linwood Street “Pursuing studies” at Case School of Applied Science. CRITCHLEY, BESSIE M...............................74 Giddings Avenue Student at College for Women, W. R. U. CRONENBERGER, MABEL............................29 East Stanard Street Attending Cleveland Normal School. DAVIES, BURT P. . 25 East Stanard Street Connected with the Root McBride Co., learning the wholesale dry goods business. DEVAY, RUETTA S..................................... 250 Case Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School. DRAKE, ROBERT W................................. 505 Giddings Avenue Student at Case School of Applied Science. EADIE, FLORENCE M............................ 302 East Madison Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School. FINDLEY, GRACE......................................31 Dunham Place Thoroughly enjoying her work at Smith College and intends to con- tinue her college course there. FISCHER, EMIL T.................................... 140 Sixth Avenue Student at Adelbert College of W. R. U. Hlumm page seventy-one FRINK, MILDRED . ................11 Minerva Street Student at Cleveland Normal School She expects to complete her course in Pittsburgh, Penn. Mitsumi HARING, CHESTER E. ........ 78 Cornell Street Freshman at Adelbert College. HAYWARD, WALTER C........................Prospect Street Has been at Berkeley, Cal., since July 1st, 1904, but will return in June. HERRICK, RUTH E. ....... 52 Auburndale Avenue At present in a doctor’s office. HOFMAN, MAMIE ........ 629 Hough Avenue Staying at home this year. HOGSETT, EDITH . Kenilworth and Derbyshire Roads, Euclid Heights Attending Vassar College, where she intends to remain “if the examiners do not object.” JOYCE, CLARE ......... 30 Rossiter Street Attending the Cleveland Normal School. KAISER, JOHN B. ........ 87 Brookfield Street “Studying” at Western Reserve University. KELLY, LYDIA M. ........ 46 Beaumont Street Student at Cleveland Normal School. KINDLE, LAURA................... 397 Hoadley Street Attending Cleveland Normal School, from which she expects to graduate as a teacher in 1906. KING, FLORENCE.................................97 Decker Avenue Student at Cleveland Normal School. KLEIN, DAVID................. 400 Case Avenue He has made a great success with his clown work in the Vaudeville profession. KONRAD, EDWARD C. ....... 257 Woolsey Street “The boy who was born to blush unseen” is attending the medical branch of W. R. U. and is aspiring to become a doctor. KRAUS, ALEXANDER S. ...............3 Becker Avenue A member of the Freshman class of the Law School of W. R. U. KUEHL, MINNIE G......................156 Giddings Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School, from which she expects to graduate next year. LEAVENWORTH, ETHEL M. .... 192 Commonwealth Avenue Taking the regular work in the Literary Course at Wesleyan Univer- sity, Delaware, Ohio. LEE, WILLIAM L...................... 14S Crawford Road A student at Dartmouth College, where he expects to complete a four- year course. LLOYD, MYRTLE E. ........ 70 Malden Street Attending the Cleveland Normal School LYNETT, HAROLD A. ........... Attending the Case School of Applied Science. MEAD, MABEL ........ 104 Wade Park Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School. MILLER, ETHEL M. ........ 20 Dibble Avenue Studying music at the Ursuline Academy. page seventy-two MUTCH, FLORENCE..................................187 Luther Avenue Enjoying school life at Lake Erie College, where she intends to com- plete her course. NORTHEY, PEARLE G................................... 302 Hough Avenue Has been home since graduation. OSTHOFF, LULU J.................................. 622 Hough Avenue Has been home since graduation, but expects to attend college next year. PARR, ALICE......................................37 Lloyd Street Has just completed a course in stenography and expects to take a position soon. PARRISH, CECIL .....................................Leavittsburg, Ohio Has been at home since graduation. PENNINGTON, IRENE.....................................79 Hough Avenue Doing the regular classical college work at Denison University. PORTER, MAYME R..................................... 325 Marcy Avenue Has been at home since graduation. PRYCE, FLORENCE.................................... 4283 Euclid Avenue Has been at home since graduation. RICHARDSON, MAGGIE....................................12 Oakland Street Attending College for Women, W. R. U. RINK, EDNA A..........................................40 Hazard Street Attending Cleveland Kindergarten Training School. ROBBINS, OLIVE............................Overlook Road, Euclid Heights Attending College for Women, W. R. U. SCARFF, LOTTIE............................... 280 East Madison Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School. SCHMIDT, EDWARD 130 Windsor Avenue Has been in the employ of the Spencerian Commercial School since October last, and intends to study accounting and penmanship as a specialty. Has been teaching book-keeping. SNEIDER, ANNA.........................................11 Isham Street Attending Cleveland Normal School. STRAUSS, HELENA.................................... 1388 Superior Street Enjoying school life at Lake Erie College, Painesville, Ohio. URBAN, ARTHUR F................................... 1674 St. Clair Street Attending College of Pharmacy. VICKERY, LUCILE H................................. 304 Van Ness Avenue Student at College for Women, W. R. U. WATKINS, MARY.................................... 366 Amesbury Avenue Student at College for Women of W. R. U. Expects to complete course at Smith College. WISE, ELIZABETH.............................. 792 North Logan Avenue Stenographer at Cleveland Twist Drill Company. Hopes to take course at Kindergarten College. WULF, METHA......................................319 Marcy Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School. WULFF, MARY C....................................6 Norwood Avenue Attending Cleveland Normal School. Hlutnm page seventy-three Life JMtss Florence H. Kellogg, '02 There is a song we all must sing, Of sorrow, or of pleasure; Fate determines much of its ring, But we can change the measure. The many verses of our song Are varied much by chances; But in the main, for right or wrong, The music suits our fancies. For sad words may a carol make, If to the right tune set; And bright ones much of sorrow wake, If in a dirge they’re put. So if the clouds are dark, betimes, We’ll look at the other side, And there, we’ll find, the sun still shines, Ready to make us glad. If You Cry Miss Keonore fi. Bortz, ’04 You can climb to the top of the loftiest hill, You can make yourself whatsoever you will, If you try. A faith you must have, way down deep in your soul, A purpose unshaken, a firm self-control; Strive on, without ceasing; you’ll soon reach the goal, If you try. page seventy-four ‘Tonight we are boys and girls of East High School; Tomorrow, we will be men and women of the world.’ THE above is a quotation from the valedictorian’s address to our class, on the eve of commencement. It is a touching thought. We have chosen it for the text of this discourse because, perchance, it might be interesting to you who are about to reach that eventful stage in your career, to hear how it feels to be “men and women of the world.” As for the women, from the time they are launched into the vast ocean of life, from the dock of a high school or college graduation, they seem to fall into three classes; or perhaps it would be better to say they meet with three kinds of fortunes (or misfortunes). They become stenographers, school teachers, or get married. As for us poor men of the world, the winds of fortune treat us more violently; we are buffeted hither and thither in a way that should “make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; thy matted and combined locks to part, and each particular hair to stand on end, like quills upon the fretful porpentine.” This awful picture of your coming fate should make you “rather bear those ills you have, than fly to others that you know not of.” Ah well! be of good cheer. There is some alleviation, some recompense. We feel that we are no longer bound by pedagogical rules of conduct. We are free! We may whisper—nay, more, we may talk. Our ideas we may express to the whole wide world at any time the spirit moves us, though these words of wisdom may or may not be heard by this same world, as it passes on its eternal journey through all infinitude. And when wearied from the strife and the efforts to make ourselves heard, we can rest and dream of the days of yore. Painted upon the canvas of memory, slightly, but reverently dimmed by lapse of time, we see the picture of an old school room, we gaze into the face of a dearly beloved teacher, and listen to his words of wisdom, as he constantly admonishes us to get down to business, and to have less noise on the part of the outsiders. These recollections are a salve for our wounds, and a stimulus to our ideals ° The nourishment of our high school life imparts to our toiling hands an added power as we slowly tear asunder the brambles and underbrush from the untrodden ground of our destined path. JVfen and Momen of the Morld Howard Baker and Howard Dellinger, '03 page seventy-five JMlss Black's Black Lambs fiudson Day, 7o6 ISS BLACK’S little lambs are black And black at heart are they; She went out of the room one day, And what they did I’ll say. And now, the shepherd being gone, The lambs commenced to play, And just for fun they tried to send Room two out Newburg way. Those black lambs started whistling A chorus fine and dandy, And all the teachers ’round about Used all the bad words handy. Mr. Rannells hustled up To see what made the clatter; And also Mr. Wood dropped in To see what was the matter. Miss Black had also heard the noise, And hurried all her might To do her best to stem the tide And conquer in the fight. They all began to tell the lambs That they were very bad, And that they shouldn’t waste their time In driving people mad. Miss Black’s black lambs are living still, But oh! how changed are they! For now they act as lambs should act When Miss Black’s gone away. The moral is, oh teachers good, That when you go away, You ought to leave a substitute To keep the lambs from play. page seventy-six page seventy-seven page seventy-eight OFFICERS R. B. TEXTOR H. E. WILLIAMS L. GARDNER N. E. GAGE . R. B. MEHLING L. W. ULMER P. E. WILSON L. PARMENTER W. D. PRICE . . . . . President . . . Vice-president Vice-president . . . . Treasurer Recording Secretary . Corresponding Secretary . . Sergeant-at-Arms ....................Critic ....................Critic Zetagatbean Literary and Debating Society MEMBERS Matlock Tate P. T. Hopper W. Campbell E. D. Oakley C. C. Berry R. Norris P. A. White Withdrew before January, 1905. C. S. Smith R. Irvine E. Griese H. Kimmel P. C. Vaughn W. Randall JUNIOR MEMBERS Warren Morris Heaton Pennington Jay J. Jackson Hudson Day Ralph Benzies page seventy nine OFFICERS LAURA EDWARDS . MYRTLE TOWER FLORENCE MILLER RUBY CHURCHILL . HAZEL GARFIELD RUTH MINER WANDA LAUBSCHER HELEN PECKINPAUGH RUTH SEMPLE . . . , President . . Vice-president Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary . . . Treasurer . . First Critic . . Second Critic . . . Chorister . Sergeant-at-Arms Htbertaeurrs Society MEMBERS Grace Alexander Ruby Churchill Laura Edwards Mabel Egert Helen Feuerstein Hazel Garfield Mabel Goodaire Clara Gorman Belle Hart Clara Hinz Frances Horsburgh Gertrude Koerner Gertrude Krauss Wanda Laubscher Marie Lihme Florence Miller Ruth Miner Edith Nash Edith Odgers Jennie Paul Helen Peckinpaugh Helen Perkins Dorothea Pfister Edith Richter Agnes Ring Florence Salbaum Bertha Schroeder Agnes Schwan Ruth Semple Myrtle Tower Lois Wilson page eighty-one page eighty-two OFFICERS JAY J. JACKSON . . WARREN MORRIS GEORGE WALLACE . ADOLPH BRESLER . HEATON PENNINGTON LLOYD SMITH RALPH BENZIES . . . President Vice-president . Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary Leaders Demos- tfoenean Literary Society MEMBERS Ralph Benzies Adolph Bresler Thomas Cheyney Hudson Day Carl Domino Hugh Emerson John Fassett Nathan Goodman Hugh Hilton Jay J. Jackson William Malm Warren Morris Raymond O’Neil Heaton Pennington Clarence Regan Earl Reid Walter Seelbach Ralph Singer Lloyd Smith Carl Starkes George Wallace page eighty-three OFFICERS HERBERT KIMMEL BESSIE STUTE . DOROTHEA PFISTER CLARA HINZ VICTOR CONRAD . . . President . . Vice-president . Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary . . . Treasurer Deistscfoer Bifdimgs Veretn MEMBERS Esther Christian Victor Conrad Lydia Deublin Nelson Farkash Emma Hess Clara Hinz Cora Kuhn Herbert Kimmel Estelle Kramer Gerry Lenz Anna Maurer Raymond Mehling Roy Norris Dorothea Pfister Bertha Schroeder Bessie Stute Grace Stute Minnie Sweet Evelyn Smith Charlotte Ulmer Leo Ulmer page eighty-five page eighty-six Leader RAE BALL Director MR. ROBERT S. CAMPBELL MR. PETERSILGE Faculty Members FSl vh MR. RAISH Orchestra Pianists JOHN LEIGHTON EDNA STEPHENS RAE BALL First Violins EMMA CAMPBELL PHILIP SABIN LOUISE GRABLER Second Violins ELTON NORRIS NATHAN WRIGHT HARVEY GRABLER . . Clarinet JAY J. JACKSON . . Trombone JOHN RUMBAUGH . . . Bass ORRIN SABIN . . . First Cornet HAROLD WORKMAN . Second Cornet page eighty-seven page eighty-eight OFFICERS GERTRUDE BULL . . . Secretary and Treasurer OTIS SUMMERS ...............................................................Librarian MR. J. J. LIDDICOAT........................................................ Instructor MEMBERS Perry Blaine Gertrude Bull Louis Greenstein Philip Hayward Henry Jaeger Alfred Kaighin Eugene Steimer Otis Summers Daisy Thompson Helen Workman JMandolin Club page eighty-nine Inter Scbolaetfc League January 13th, '05— 6aat va. Lincoln Resolved: That in the office of President of the United States, a six-year term without eligibility to re-election is preferable to a four-year term with such eligibility. Affirmative—East, Leo Ulmer, leader; Chas. C. Berry, Ralph B. Textor. Negative—Lincoln, Rexford Hyre, leader; Virgil Bellows, Carl Dietsch. Won by the Negative. March 24— 5aat va. Central Resolved: That the adoption of a general income tax levied by the United States Government would be for the best interests of the nation; it being mutually conceded that such a tax would be constitutional, that the government stands in need of revenue, that it could become a law, and that it shall be con- ducted under an efficient civil service. Affirmative—Central, Elbert Peets, leader; Ralph Joseph, Louis Cohen. Negative—East, Leo W. Ulmer, leader; Leon Parmenter, Ralph B. Textor. Won by the Affirmative. Inter-City Debate February 27— Cast va. Cast of Columbua Resolved: That in the office of President of the United States, a four-year term with eligibility to re-election is preferable to a six-year term without such eligibility. Affirmative—East, of Cleveland, Pierre White, leader; Paul E. Wilson, Laurence V. Gardner. Negative—East, of Columbus, Linn Fuller, leader; Fred Bogardus, Fred Berlin. Won by the Affirmative. junior Debate Hprtl 7—6aat va. Central (Demoatfoemean va. pal Omega) Resolved: That the jury system should be abolished in the United States. Affirmative—Central, Basil Johnson, leader; Clinton DeWitt, Loyal Leavenworth. Negative—East, Warren Morris, leader; Jay J. Jackson, Ralph Benzies. Won by Affirmative. page ninety-one (i) Bonor program October 2.8 Rhetorical Gxercises March . ............. Welcome . ........ Milton, the Poet.................. History of the Masque ...... Piano Solo—“Voices of Spring”—Christian dueling Story of Comus.................... Mechanism of Comus................ Violin Solo—“Berceuse”— B. Godard Miss Gertrude Krauss Miss Ruth Miner Miss Myrtle Tower Mr. Leon Parmenter Miss Florence Salbaum Miss Edith Nash Mr. Laurence Gardner jWasque—Comiss Scene I—A Wood Music .........................................The Mandolin Club Scene II—Banquet Hall Scene III—Lawn in Front of Luellan Castle THE PERSONS Attendant Spirit, afterwards Thrysis . . . . Comus........................................ First Brother................................ Second Brother............................... The Lady .................................... Sabrinas, the Nymph............................ Mother....................................... Father ...................................... Mr. Percy Hopper Mr. H. Elbert Williams Mr. Charles Smith Mr. Charles Berry Miss Marie Lihme Miss Belle Hart Miss Ruby Churchill Mr. Clarence Hammel RIVER NYMPHS Elsie Bohnard Oriole Sprackling Gertrude Koerner Bertha Schroeder Edith Richter Helen Perkins Helen Peckinpaugh Retta Canfield CREW Leo Ulmer Karl Jaster Nelson Gage Eugene Griese Raymond Mehling Warren Campbell Paul Willson Bruce Beyer (2) November 4 I—Piano Duet—“La Ballerina”............................ Misses Hazel Garfield and Clara Gorman II—Reading—“Regulus to the Carthaginians” .... Mr. Raymond Mehling III— Reading—“What Are You Doing” ...... Miss Wanda Laubscher IV— Piano Solo—Novellette in F......................... Mr. John Leighton Presiding, Mr. Ralph Textor Samuel Jackson B. Kellogg E. V. Cooke . Schumann page ninety-two (a) November n I—Essay—“James W. Riley”......................Miss Martina Cushing II—Oration—“The Recent Development of Japan” . . Mr. Victor Conrad III— Essay—“The Student Life of Helen Keller” . . Miss Mabelle Blue IV— Oration—“Success” ....... Mr. Leo Ulmer (4) November 18 I— Music .....................................The Mandolin Club II— Essay—“Athens, a World Power” .... Miss Laura Edwards III— “Leaves from a Soldier’s Diary” .... Mr. Bruce Beyer IV— Reading—“The Emperor of Japan” .... Mr. Oscar Linn V— Piano Solo...............................Miss Leila Hinman (5) November 23 I—Music......................................The Mandolin Club II— Oration—“The Significance of Thanksgiving” . Mr. Ralph Textor III— Reading—“The Courtin’”—Lowell . . . Miss Retta Canfield IV— Declamation—“Wendell Phiilipps” .... Mr. Pierre White V—Poem........................................Miss Ruth Lothman VI— Piano Solo—“II Trovatore”—Verdi .... Mr. Eugene Griese Scenes from “jNicbolas bftcMeby” 1— Mr. Squeers tells the boys of his visit to London 2— Nicholas meets the faculty and “learns a few things” 3— Mr. Squeers in action, or a “typical recitation” CHARACTERS Mr. Squeers.....................................Mr. Paul Wilson Mrs. Squeers....................................Miss Eileen Lyle Nicholas Nickleby...............................Mr. Willard Price Smike ..........................................Mr. Robert Fletcher Balder............................................ Mr. Roy Norris Cobbey..........................................Mr. Nelson Gage Graymarsh ......................................Mr. Raymond Mehling Mobbs...........................................Mr. Charles Smith Chesty..........................................Mr. Edward Oakley Force ......................................Mr. Pierre White (6) December 2 I—Piano Solo...................................Miss Mildred Barnes II—Essay—“The Advantages of History” . . . Miss Agnes Ring III— Talk—“Will the Motor Supersede the Horse in Business Vehicles?” Mr. Harry Mall IV— Reading—“The School Ma’am’s Christmas Presents” Miss Elsie Kloepfer V—Piano Solo—“The Dying Poet”..................Miss Agnes Schwan (7) December 9 I—Piano Duet................... II—Essay—“A Journey to Chinatown” III— Oration—“Alexander Hamilton” IV— Monologue—“Richard’s Practicing” V—Vocal Duet.................... Misses Mabel Egert and Lois Wilson . . Miss Minnie Knebusch . . Mr. Carl Warren Miss Minnie Sweet . . The Misses Gram Rhetorical Bxemses page ninety-three (8) December 16 I—Music .................................. II—Essay— Cleveland Boys’ Farm” . HI—Talk—“The Energy of a Modern People” iXDCtOrlCat iv—Reading—' Grandpa Keeler” . CIQCQ (9) December 23 'Junior program Tyler Carlisle, presiding Overture—“Moon Moths”—Kuessner . ... , Mandolin Club Miss Grace Wines Mr. Robert Fletcher Mr. Frank Knight East High Orchestra play—“Christmas Boxes” M. E. M. DAVIS CHARACTERS Mary Redman, mistress of Redmond Place Laura Maxv ell } Kitty Sterling ) Nora O’Darrah Paul Lamberton James Sylvester Lieutenant Arthur Powel Denis McShane Wards of Miss Redman Joyce Souers Marie Paton Annabel Root Mae McLevie Hudson Day Walter Greenwood William Malm Jay Jackson Scene—Redmond Place, a country house. Time—Christmas Eve, afternoon and night. Piano Solo—“Sonata Pathetique”—Beethoven . . . Raymond O’Neil ■ ' - GREE y fOOO page ninety-four Rhetorical exercises play—'“H. Cbmtims Carol” CHARLES DICKENS CHARACTERS Ebenezer Scrooge Jacob Marley, the Shadow Fred, Scrooge’s Nephew Bob Cratchit .... Tiny Tim, Boy The Ghost of Christmas Past The Ghost of Christmas Present The Ghost of Christmas to Come Carle Robbins Ralph Benzies Philip Hayward Earl White Charles Mason Jeanette Davis George Wallace Harry Craig Ladies and Gentlemen in Pictures: Inez Cutler Inez Gillmore Clara Gibson Mabel Deane Adolph Bresler Warren Morris Clarence Regan Harry Robertson Edna Stephens Gertrude Bull Abbie Jones Earle Day Beach Harris Nathan Goodman Frank Foote Willard Mulhern Scene—SCROOGE’S OFFICE Stave I—Marley’s Ghost appears and tells Scrooge of the Three Spirits. “The Ghost of Christmas Past” shows pictures of what has been. Stave II—“The Ghost of Christmas Present” shows pictures of the things that are. Stave III—“The Ghost of Christmas to Come” shows pictures of the things that will be. page ninety-five (io) 'January 13 Rhetorical Bxemses I—Music ....................... East High Orchestra II—Reading—“The Enchanted Shirt” .... Miss Emma Hess III— Reading—“Idle Thoughts by an Idle Fellow”—Jerome Mr. Roy Norris IV— Anecdote.......................................Miss Florence Miller V—Reading—“How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix”—Browning Miss May Kopstein (n) January 20 I—Piano Solo—Valse-Arabesque..................Theo. Lack II—Essay—“St. Louis”...........................Miss Myrtle Granger III— Oration—“Oliver Cromwell”..................Mr. Chester Hutchinson IV— Essay—“Our American Westminster Abbey” . Miss Maud Hann V—Reading—“A Singular Hamlet”—Bill Nye . . . Mr. Ralph Logan (12-) febvmvy 3 I—Music ......................................Mandolin Club II—Reading—“The Ruggles Prepare for the Party” . Miss Olive Heinbuch III— Oration—“Napoleon Bonaparte” .... Mr. Willard Price IV— Fable—“The Excursion”—Geo, Ade . . . Mr. Karl Jaster (13) febmary 10 I—Reading—“Exile of the Arcadians” II—Reading—“An Invalid in Lodgings” III— Declamation—“The Capture of Major Andre” . IV— Reading—“How I Proposed to Dora”—Dickens Miss Ruby Churchill Miss Dorothea Pfister Mr. Jacob Ripner Mr. Louis Lux (14) febm vy 17 freshmen program I—Music East High Orchestra II—Reading—“Wanted” ..... Miss Pearl Himmelman Ill—Piano Solo—“The Flatterer”—Chaminade Miss Carrie Sprowl IV—Reading—“The Quaker Maiden” Miss Ruby Lannert V—Vocal Solo-—“Pauline” Miss Edith Ruff Accompanied by Miss Josephine Tengl Beene from Julius Caesar Scene II, Act II CAST Caesar Mr. Malcolm Yost Calpurnia ......... Miss Mildred Ockert Brutus . Mr. Stuart Clemmer Decius Mr. Earl Sprackling Mark Antony Mr. Albert Wilhelm Trebonius Mr. Harlan Sanford Caius Ligarius Mr. Harold Sweesy Cinna Mr. Charles Hunt Metellus Mr. Emil Reich Casca . Mr. Vaughn Tinkler Servant . . Mr. Herman Saurwein Piano Solo—“Valse Arabesque” .... Mr. Alfred Reich page ninety-six (i5) fcbvmvy z I—Music farce- U . East High Orchestra Lord in Livery” CHARACTERS Lord Thirlmere . Mr. Nelson Gage Spiggott .... Mr. Lewis Spencer Hopkins .... Mr. Walter Greene Robert .... Mr. Pierre White Sybil Amberley Miss Elsie Bohnard Laura ) u„ pr;� _.1c Miss Helen Perkins Rose 5 HerFnends I Miss Oriole Sprackling Scene—Sir George Amberley’s House “America” School, accompanied by Orchestra ‘Burglars ' e V butle Rhetorical Bxercises page ninety-seven (i6) JMarcb 3 Rhetorical Bxerdses I— Piano Solo...............................Miss Maude Crill II— Reading—“His Eye was Wild”...............Mr. Burrett Miles III— Essay—“The Black Prince”.................Miss Myrtle Fox IV— Reading—“The Second Trial”...............Miss Edith Richter V— Reading . ..................Miss Agnes Wallace (17) March 10 I—Music .....................................Mandolin Club II— Essay—“The New York Subway” .... Miss Margaret Kotz III— Reading—“The Steam-fetters Excursion”—George Ade Mr. Karl Jaster IV— “Talk on the Sunday Newspaper” .... Miss Jennie Paul V—Essay—“The Songs of the Princess” . Vocal Solo—“The Bugle Song” .... Miss Evelyn Smith Cornet Obligato.........................Orrin Sabin VI— Reading—“Patsy”.........................Miss Ruth Semple (18) March 17 I—Piano Solo.................................Miss Daisy Weston II—Essay.....................................Miss Ella Rawalsky III— Anecdote of Grant...........................Mr. Ferdinand Oster IV— Reading—“Knee-deep in June” .... Miss Laura Cogill V—Essay—“General Lew Wallace” .... Miss Daisy Ludwig VI—Cornet Solo....................... Mr. Pelton VII—Reading—Selection from “The Student’s Tale”—Longfellow Miss Edith Odgers (18) March 24 Zttagathean program I—Welcome Mr. Ralph B. Textor IX—Music—Violin and Piano . Messrs. Laurence Gardner and Leon Parmenter III—History and Prophecy..........................Mr. Charles Berry Scene from “Com pinch” CHARLES DICKENS CAST Pecksniff . . . Mr. Paul Wilson Tom Pinch . . Mr. Warren Campbell Old Martin . . Mr. Charles Smith Mjartin .... Mr. Winthrop Randall John ..............Mr. Charles Berry Mark...............Mr. Paul Vaughn Mary...............Mr. Nelson Gage Charity .... Mr. Ralph Irvine Mercy . . . Mr. Matlock Tate Jane ..............Mr. Pierre White Scene—Pecksniff’s Sitting-Room page ninety-eight (i9) Hprtl 7 I—Vocal Solo ..................... II—Reading—“The Theater Party” . III— Oration...................... IV— Essay—“Japanese Naval Training” . V—Reading.......................... Mr. Harold Workman . Miss Clara Hinz . Mr. Herbert Kimmel . Miss Mary Walton . Miss Mabel Malloy Rhetorical Bxercises (20) Hpnl 21 I—Essay—“History of Arbor Day” . II—Readino-— 5 (a)—“Woodman Spare that Tree” Keacung ( (b)_. xhe Ivy� J III— Talk—“Rural Beauty”................... IV— Violin Solo........................... V—Scene from “The Hunchback” .... VI—Essay—“Poetry in Trees” . . . . . . Miss Grace Stute Miss Bertha Schroeder Miss Alma McNamara . . Miss Rae Ball j Miss Rachel Bradley Mr. Bradley Miss Lillian Morrow page ninety-nine Hnniial Gast fMgb play Hpril 28th and zgtb “JWy friend from India” Presented by the Athenaeum and Zetagathean Societies ACT I—Library in Underholt Mansion ACT II—Same as Act I ACT III—Drawing Room in Underholt House Place—New York Time—Present CAST OF CHARACTERS Erastus Underholt, Retired Pork Packer Mr. Paul E. Wilson Charles Underholt, his son Mr. Cedric T. Wellsted A Keen Shaver, a Theosophical Barber Mr. Jay J. Jackson Rev. Jas. Tweedles, an African Missionary Mr. Ralph G. Irvine Tom Valentine, Charles’ chum, and lover of Bernice Mr. Chas. C. Berry Jennings, a servant ] Bill Finnerty, a policeman j- Mr. Chas. S. Smith A Glazier J Marion Hayste, Charles’ Fiancee Miss Helen V. Peckinpaugh Mrs. Beekman Streets, sister of Erastus Miss Helen M. Perkins Bernice Underholt, Erastus’ daughter Miss Elsie Bohnard Gertrude Underholt, Erastus’ daughter Miss Oriole L. Sprackling Tilly, a German Maid Mr. Nelson E. Gage page one hundred LITERARY page one hundred and one Ralph Benzles, '06 I. A youth, I wander idly o’er Life’s winding way, Through fields of golden sunshine, filled with fancies gay; Again through soft green pastures, where sweet nature’s hand Hath scattered flowers, like the rainbow, o’er the land; Again ’neath arching boughs, within whose leafy shade The winged songsters pipe their happy serenade To the woodland nymphs. What care could ever find me there? As joyously I roam with many maidens fair, Of whom, alas, I know not which I love the best. But ah! at last one day, as by a stream I rest, I’m startled by a thought which pierces through and through The atmosphere of pleasure where I lie. To woo A laughing maid a pastime was, but now I sigh “Is this true love?” The murm’ring waters then reply: “ ’Tis as a flower, fading fast; A butterfly, that’s caught and cast. Nor heart, nor soul hath aught to do with this, It is the magic of a playful kiss. However fair it seem, anon Thy fancy palls. And so, pass on.” page one hundred and two II. I struggle in the stern midday of Life, wherein The world in vivid colors doth appear; therein I find no restful Apathy, and ever lies My path beneath deep blue, but partly clouded, skies; From out a rift, a flood of blinding sunshine streams, And as it falls, so ghastly, lurid, it but seems To mock the horrid barren waste which it reveals: A gorge, through which a rapid, roaring river reels; Abruptly rising from its angry, tossing waves The rocky cliffs loom steep and jagged; darksome caves, Whose damp, forbidding passages may lead to—what? And everywhere there threaten beatling crags, that jut Toward the sky in forms fantastic and most weird; While far and far away, their summits torn, upreared Among the clouds, which shroud them like the shadow drear Of death, the mountains tower desolate. But near, Upon a ledge of rock, a queenly woman stands. Majestic, tall, and slender she, her hair in strands Of raven hue, about her matchless form doth fall; Her eyes are flames, her lips of crimson rich, to call A man to Hades’ blackest pit. As, mad with love, I follow e’er, through favor and through scorn, above My soul I place her, by her beauty I’m fast bound. Howe’er, at last my strength is spent; I pause, and round Doth quickly turn this lovely cobra, whose fierce kiss Is death; she now doth all restraint at once dismiss, And, laughing like a mocking fiend, her face alight With evil joy, she moves away and soon to sight Is lost among the rocks. A moment of despair, And then, with wild resolve, I stagger on to where The dread abyss below me yawns, prepared to cast Myself before my Judge, and thus escape at last A life so barren, and so full of fearful pain. I stop upon the brink, my throbbing, fevered brain Seems soothed by the very raging fury of The tearing currents; calmed, I sadly think, “Can love Such as I felt be true?” Aloud, the river gives The answer, which e’en now within my memory lives: “ ’Tis but thy selfish, wounded pride, That seeks what is to it denied. Sin’s wiles thine earthly heart enwrap, But thy immortal soul to trap. Though true thy passion seem, it will anon Consume itself and—thee! And so, pass on.” Hmor Sempiterna page one hundred and three III. I rest upon Life’s summit high, which slopes away Before me to the shore; by light of waning day I spy the em’rald sea, as purple shadows run And play about its wavy swell. The weary sun, Eis royal progress o’er, doth pass, in splendors dressed, Through golden halls with gorgeous curtains hung, to rest Within the peaceful depths. Around me, where I stand, The brilliant autumn flowers spread their fragrance, and The trees, in full maturity, do seem to vie In coloring with the iridescent, tinted sky. And there, within the rosy light, with silken hair Of golden-brown, and eyes as the morning heavens fair, Sweet, tender mouth, and pose most graceful, leaning on My breast in loving trust, doth stand my wife. Upon The past, behind us there, I cast a parting glance, And then, in calm and holy happiness, no chance May mar, I look towards Eternity, before Us in the sky. Descending slowly to the shore, A strain of swelling music rises from the sea; Divine, it draws us onward, and doth thrill through me: “Thy soul at last hath found its choice, In holy, pure, true love rejoice. It finds the road to heaven, though strife Beset the pathway. It is Life, It conquers Death, and e’en opes heaven’s door, Where joy and peace do reign forevermore!” page one hundred and four YOUNG Huguenot lay in the dungeon of the French castle condemned to die. His only crime was the upholding of his cause. At the last moment he was called before the governor of the castle and given a chance for his life. Life was sweet. He was only awaiting the lapse of time to make a fair young maid his bride, and so he accepted the conditions imposed by the governor. Going among his friends, he was to secure such papers as would betray his comrades into the hands of the Catholics to be slaughtered like sheep. He gave his word to do this and hand over the papers in person. Liberty was sweet as he left the castle, but then the awful thing that he must do flashed before his eyes—the massacre of many innocent friends by the ruthless enemy. He had given his word and it must not be broken. A week later he was shown into the presence of the governor and delivered the papers and received his pardon. Then the shame of his act came upon him. Something must be done to prevent the governor from his blood-thirsty act; must stay his hand, if God would grant, forever. He had left the castle, but at ten o’clock of the same evening he passed through the gates again. The guard did not question him, for he had twice seen the governor’s pass in his hand. The young Huguenot found his way through the long halls of the castle to the chamber of the governor. It was the room in which he had delivered the papers. The door was open and no one was within. He heard music in a distant part of the castle, for they were holding revel that evening. Into the chamber next to that of the governor he stepped lest he should be seen by any one passing through the hall. Then his watch began. Again the music reached his ears, and, as time wore on, he heard a valet bringing his drunken master to bed. It was a moment of deep suspense, as the two came down the hall. If the chamber, in which he hid, be occupied by this gentleman, the game would be up. The only way to save himself would be to kill the servant and put the other to bed, where he would make no dis- turbance. As the two drew near, he noiselessly drew his sword. But they passed by and went far down the hall. Another wait, and this time it was not the step of one under the influence of drink. The steady footsteps entered the governor’s chamber and the door was closed. Then he realized the difficulty of his task. Had the governor been under the influence of drink, it would have been a daring task, but, as it was, he took his life in his hands. He was in an enemy’s castle, and alone. Then came another wait for the castle to sleep. With stealthy footsteps he crept to the governor’s chamber door. He heard the scratching of a pen upon paper, with now and then a pause, as if the writer were thinking deeply. Then with a quick, but quiet movement, he opened the door, entered, and bolted it after him. The governor, though facing him, had not seen him enter. For an instant he hesitated. The governor sat at the table, pen in hand, deeply studying Zhe F)uguenot and the Governor Burrett F). JVlUes, '05 page one hundred and five Zbt f ugueriot and the Governor the contents of the papers before him. The light of the candles, set in large iron candlesticks, shone upon his lean bearded face, and on the papers before him. Behind him lay darkness, and before, upon the table, the ink horn and his sword. The Huguenot drew his sword. The gleam of it caught the governor’s eye, and he was on his feet in an instant. But before he could reach his sword, the other’s sword point was close to his throat and he was commanded to be seated and keep quiet, if he loved his life. The lean face of the governor grew dark, and his hair seemed to bristle like a wolf at bay, as he growled: “What do you want of me?” “The papers.” The governor shoved them from before him across the table. “Monsieur will take his pen and write,” said the Huguenot, looking straight into the eyes of the other. The request was not heeded and the dark piercing eyes of the Catholic grew darker. The sword point shot forward into his beard, and he seized the pen. “Write!” The lips drew from the long teeth of the governor. “To the commander of -------------- castle. Pass----------. Write, you hound! ” The steel pricked his throat. The pen worked now across the paper, and almost freely. “Pass the bearer with company through the gates.” A pause and only the scratching of the pen was heard. “Sign it! ” The pen hesitated, but the sword compelled. The young Huguenot picked up the papers and placed them in his wallet. As quick as thought the governor had seized his sheathed sword and bared it. The blades met. The governor’s strength was felt by the other in the first touch of the steel. Between the table and the door they fought. The dim light of the candles shone on the wolf-like features of the governor and the set statue-like face of the Huguenot. The clang of the steel had been heard, and there was some one at the door, but it was locked, and the two fought on. The Huguenot gave way to the fierce attacks of his enemy. It must end soon, or he would be tired out. He had been twice forced to the wall, but each time as his hindmost heel touched it, his blade had darted with the rapidity of a snake’s tongue and the governor had retreated. But another time would prob- ably see him too weak to repulse his furious assailant. The inmates of the castle were fast gathering at the door and were trying to force it open. It was a trying moment. The governor’s guard, though page one hundred and six strong and quick, was wide, while the blade of the Huguenot never left the eyes of the other except to flash a lightning lunge at its enemy. Two successive feints drew the Catholic’s guard wide; a lightning lunge and the Huguenot’s sword had met its mark, the ribs below the sword arm. The wounded governor sprang into the air, cut a sweeping stroke at the other and fell dead. The door flew open. The bolts had been broken. In rushed the guards. Catching the front of a chair lightly with his toe the Huguenot sent it flying through the air. Its back struck the leading guard full in the throat and for a moment blocked the passage. In an instant the Huguenot was at the window, and gone into the darkness. Zhc fjuguenot and the Governor The evening after, ---------castle was sacked by the Huguenots. €he fa(t)r(e)8 JNelson 6. Cage, '06 EIDST all life’s worries, strifes and cares Tell me your choice of all these fa(i)r(e)s— The county fair with hooziers many, Or maiden fair with scarce a penny; The three cent fare within a zone, Or four cent fare with a cent to loan; Or do you like the transfer scheme, With five cents fare; how does this seem ? These things are naught to me, alas! Don’t think I mean I have a pass. I only go when roads are fair, Then take the maid and walk her there. page one hundred, and seven Isabel JVL Rtrtey, ’06 Slowly prowling tlie cauldron ’round, Go the witches without a sound,. Saving the mutter of many a word Which only with them may be heard. Spirits of the air are they, Opposite of all that’s gay. Without motive, sex, or feeling, Round about the cauldron stealing, Throwing in ’t the charmed things From which harmful magic springs; They their wicked plans do quicken When the light begins to thicken. Represent they evil power As upon Macbeth they glower And bestow unquenched ambition, Drawing him on to his perdition. page one hundred, and eight was my misfortune to have been born in the city, and, after learning that all of the great statesmen and scholars had been raised in the country, I determined to do my best to correct this blight upon my life. I resolved to go to a fanner, an old friend of my father’s, and apply for a position as chore-boy on his farm. He was willing to hire me if I would agree to stay with him for one year. I did so, and went to work at once. On a cold, rainy morning in the spring, after I had been on the farm a few weeks, and had succeeded in getting the lay of the land, I got up early, went to the barn, fed the horses, and then started after the cows. I reasoned that, because of the dampness of the morning, the cattle would be in a shed at one side of the lot. I tramped through the wet grass, over logs and stumps, to the shed, and found the sheep resting contentedly alone. Knowing of another shelter on the other side of the field, I made my way over there. “ No cows.” With my temper gradually rising, I started on a wild goose chase around the farm. After walking two or three miles and becoming thoroughly wet, I found the cows standing under the hill in the far corner of the lot, cold and soaked, but per- fectly contented. I started for the bam, driving the cows before me, but when within a few yards of the gate, a young calf became playful and bolted; his mother followed, and after I had rounded them up, I found the rest of the herd scattered all over the field. But in the course of time I succeeded in getting them in the bam and locking the door. Then I went to the house and drowned my sorrows in a breakfast of buckwheat cakes. When haying began I had the far-famed enjoyment of raking the delicious new-mown hay, with the temperature about one hundred and ten in the shade. After this “continuous round of pleasure” the next important event was thresh- ing. Here at last I thought I had a snap, and I started “tending bagger,” i. e., placing the bags under the spout where the grain comes from the machine and taking them away when full. Just as I had got the hardest part of this job done, my employer came around and said that as he was afraid that this job was too hard for me, he would take it himself, and that I should help the men who were stacking the straw. So I tied a handkerchief around my neck and started for the stack. The beards on some spears of wheat have prongs on them like fish hooks, so that if they get through your clothing it is next to impossible to get them out, and if handled carefully I believe they could be driven through ten-inch armor plate. By this time the stack was about half way up and I was obliged to scramble through ten or twelve feet of loose straw to the “scene of action.” When I could just see over the top I tried to jump, lost my hold and fell on my neck on the hard ground below; the next time I had better success, but reached the top with sweat flowing from every pore. By the time I had been wading in straw up to my neck for ten minutes the beards were just beginning to take hold, and the chaff blown from the stacker made me look like a “cigar store Indian Dudley F . Scott, ’07 page one hundred and nine On the farm just through a Kansas cyclone.” I believe I spent more time in wishing that my year was up, and in planning revenge on the boss, than I did in pitching straw. After the corn was cut, shocked and husked, the winter passed peacefully until the opening of the maple sugar season. On the last day of the year that I had hired out to work, I took a team, a flat-bottomed sled, a couple of barrels with the heads knocked out, and started to gather the sap. After I had filled the barrels and was on my way to the sugar-camp the team became frightened, and threw the sled up against a tree. I was thrown off first, and the sap followed, covering me from head to foot. Making my way, cold and shivering, to the camp, I spent two hours in drying before the fire, only to find myself covered with a sticky coating of maple sugar. Right then and there I made up my mind that the benefits of country life were not as great as they had been pictured, and, notwithstanding the country boy’s brighter prospects of becoming President, I resolved to return to the city and take my chances. jWy CUtefted Brother John Bwdaoin Day, ’06 Y BROTHER John and I are twins And love each other dearly, But gen’rally we’re on the outs— He has his own views merely. I always hoped the Japs would win; You know they’re best by far. But somehow John thinks differently, He sides in with the Czar. But that’s not why we fought last night; ’Twas all his fault, not mine. He sent the lady of my heart A comic valentine. page one hundred and ten C.Q.f )QBINS Gather Christian The West Pointer and the girl sat in a secluded comer of a parlor at the Walton. He was leaning forward, anxious and appealing. “Helen,” he entreated, “can’t you give me an answer? You know I love you; you knew it when you were at West Point last winter, but you wouldn’t give me a chance to tell you so.” The girl did not answer at once; she was thinking deeply. Two proposals in one morning are enough to make any one think. Not two hours before a man in another uniform had put to her the same momentous question. She could see the earnest blue eyes and hear the low, eager voice; she could hear her own reply: “I can’t tell you now, Jerry, indeed I can’t. Give me time.” “But,” he had said, “I haven’t much time to give. I have to go back tonight, you know, and I can’t go unanswered. Won’t you tell me after the game?” “After the game!” Helen turned to the West Pointer, who was watching her anxiously, for his happiness depended on her next words. “Phillip,” she said, “will it do if I tell you after the game?” “If I must wait, I suppose that will do, but can’t you tell me now?” “No,” she said firmly. “It means too much to us both. I--------------, I’m not sure of myself. Oh please, Phillip, don’t urge me!” “Very well, then, I won’t.” Phillip March’s voice had a resigned note in it, and he rose to go. Then he leaned over her chair: “Helen, I don’t care how long I have to wait, only let the answer be ‘Yes.’ ” When March was gone Helen sat for a long time deep in thought. What answers should she give the two men? She had weighed the matter carefully, and there was not a whit to choose between them. Either was a suitable match; both loved her with an honest, manly love. But which to choose? there lay page one hundred and eleven H JVIoctern Duel the difficulty. During the past three years she had been a frequent visitor at both Academies, and now the last year for both men was well begun. Soon they would be gone to who could say what out-of-the-way place. That she loved one of them was certain, but which one? With Phillip she was very happy, and with Jerry she was not less so. At last she rose and went to join her aunt. She had decided. When the rival teams took the field, Helen was very nervous, so much hung on the issue of the game. Ah! There was the Navy team! She could see Jerry’s red head in sharp contrast to his dark sweater. How Phillip was looking her way, his brown eyes searching the crowd where he knew she would be. They were lining up now, the Navy had the ball. In breathless silence she watched while the Midshipmen tried by strength and skill to gain the necessary advance, but the West Pointers held their ground, and the ball was lost on downs. To the watching girl the first half seemed interminable. The two teams were evenly matched and the struggle was terrific. Now West Point held the ball, and seemed to be forcing the Navy men slowly down toward the goal-posts, now the Midshipmen stood their ground and the ball was lost on downs. A clever trick play sent Jerry around the end for a long run and the ball was on the Army’s ten yard line when he was downed. So it went, back and forth, up and down the field, neither side managing to score. Once, after a terrific buck, Helen found herself leaning anxiously forward as the players disentangled themselves one after another from the heap on the ground. Ah! there it was! the dear old blue sweater with the two yellow stars (this game would add another star). She caught her breath sharply and the color flooded her cheeks. There was a big yellow “N” on the front of the old blue sweater! and she had determined to let the game decide the question for her. The half was over now, and the score stood “nothing to nothing.” “Oh, which side will win?” The second half began fiercely. Both teams seemed to have “taken a brace,” and each was determined to win. In spite of this, however, the second half was only a repetition of the first, with slight variations. The supporters of both teams yelled themselves hoarse as time grew short. Ifo one heeded the bitter wind or the gathering dusk. Now, oh now! whom were they cheering? The Army yell rent the air as Phillip March raced down the field with the ball safely held hi the curve of his elbow, and both teams trailing after him. The inter- ference was magnificent, and now only one man barred Ms way to the coveted goal posts. A second of breathless suspense as the Navy’s big full-back gathered himself for a splendid effort and launched himself at the approaching runner. A roar from the Army side, and a groan from the Navy as Phillip, swerving ever so slightly at the critical moment, avoided the tackle and ran down the clear field. It was a touch-down! a score! and only one minute to play! The crowd went wild, shouting and yelling. page one hundred and twelve Then silence settled as they watched the preparation for the goal-kick. The ball sailed squarely between the posts and again the Army sent up a triumphant shout. It is useless to fight fate, but when time was called, the ball was far down in West Point’s territory, and as they were leaving the field, Helen overheard an adherent of the Navy say: “If we had only had one minute more to play we would have tied the score.” Helen ate almost no dinner, but when her aunt questioned her as to her health, she replied listlessly that she was quite well. As a matter of fact, her mind was in such a turmoil that to eat was almost impossible. The time had come when she must give her answers, and she shrank instinctively from inflicting the pain she knew that one of her lovers must suffer. She wondered which one would come first, or if they would both come together. In fancy she still saw the big score-board with the white figures “6-o” staring out from it. “6-o, 6-o!” It seemed to her that everyone must have read in her eyes that her heart was the prize for which two men were playing. Jerry Vinton, the Midshipman, was the first to arrive, but she had hardly greeted him when March was announced. This greatly complicated matters, for each of the cadets recognized in the other a rival. Even Helen, usually self- possessed, felt unable to break a silence which was fast becoming oppressive. Desperately she plunged into the topic uppermost in the minds of all three. “Jerry,” she said, turning to him, “you came to me this morning and asked me to marry you. An hour later Phillip asked me the same thing. I told you both I would give you my answer after the game, for I needed time to think. It may seem strange to you that I didn’t know which one I loved, but I’ve known you both so long, and like you both so well that somehow I couldn’t bear to say ‘No’ to either one. Then I had an inspiration; in the old days men used to fight for a woman, why not now? So I decided this should be a sort of modem duel, and thought I would let the game decide for me.” While she was speaking the faces of the two men were a study. Both looked puzzled at first, and then as her meaning dawned upon them their expressions changed accordingly. The West Pointer’s face grew joyful, while the Mid- shipman paled and his lips tightened in a brave effort to conceal his feelings. There was a moment’s pause, and then Vinton said slowly: “I suppose that means ‘To the victor belongs the spoil.’ Well, I congratulate you, March.” Helen looked from one to the other, her lips trembling, her eyes full of tears. She turned to the Midshipman and held out her hands. “You’re wrong, Jerry. It’s only those who lose that need the consolation of a woman’s love.” From the shelter of his shoulder, five minutes later, she lifted her head to say, with an April smile: “I knew my heart before the first half was over, so you see, the game did decide it, after all.” H JWodern Duel PaSe one hundred and thirteen JVftd -Year Xnez Cutler, '06 The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, When everyone is studying, and shaking much with fear; For Mid-Year follows New Year, as darkness follows day, And what will be in the Mid-Year Exams, is hard for one to sayj So no matter what the weather, or how high the snow drifts pile, We must stay in the house and study, and try very hard to smile. Coasting, bobbing, skating must all be sacrificed, And we must cram for each Exam, to make ourselves seem wise. Che Hdvance of the Ceutons Charles F). Burner, ’06 Out of the vales of Asia, Out of the mountain keeps, Out of Northern China, There slowly, painfully creeps A mighty host of white men— The forefathers of us all, The sturdy race of Teutons, Advanced as if to fall Upon the Bear of Europe, And its fertile plains appall. Before them crept a fear Such as on sick men fall, When time of death is near. Into the valley of the Rhine They poured an endless stream, Surprised at Nature’s handicraft They moved as in a dream. page one hundred and fourteen PITER had risen late this special morning and, what is more, from the wrong side of his couch. He was cranky, yes, he even admitted he was, when being informed there were no eggs for breakfast. On hearing this he immediately commanded Apollo to give the chicken- coop a sunstroke. But, alas, his troubles did not end here; when Hebe had served him his ambrosia and nectar, what was his mortification to see a big fly in the act of breathing his last breath in the bowl of nectar. Jupiter roared, Juno screeched, and the gods, taking alarm and thinking there might be a fire, telephoned to Neptune to repair instantly to Jupiter’s mansion and bring all the available water he could. On the arrival of the gods, Jupiter was found in a terrible anger, maltreating Juno and Hebe for their carelessness. They immediately took the part of the ladies, and in the scuffle that ensued Juno’s best tea-dishes were rudely broken by the sword of Mars, which had missed Jupiter’s bald pate. And Jupiter’s thunder-bolt had gone smashing through Venus’ new observatory, which calamity caused Venus much grief, and her son Cupid much pain, as he was cut by flying glass while making valentines for Psyche. After disentangling themselves, the gods drew back to look very sheepishly into each others’ faces, and then to break into uncontrollable laughter, which was so long and loud as to cause the inhabitants of earth much disturbance. Jupiter, after so much exertion, was feeling better tempered, and after he had promised Venus a new observatory, Juno a new set of dishes, and then, with a little more trouble, pacified Cupid with a sugar-plum, they all sat down to a feast provided by Jupiter. They whiled away the remaining part of this eventful day and also part of the night in eating, drinking and laughter, with now and then a joke from Jupiter himself. At last they broke up their company, and Jupiter strolled back to his couch to make an attempt to fall thereon, when he stumbled and fell to the floor. Mumbling an oath he was soon locked in the arms of Somnus—a fitting climax to an eventful day. family 'Troubles on JMt Olympus Carleton Truman, 08 page one hundred and fifteen Charles 8. Smith, '05 Along the road one summer’s day A tramp did wend his weary way, His steps were slow, He walked as though Each shoe contained a ton of clay. This worthy man felt hunger’s call, And quickly clambered o’er a wall That stood nearby. Though it was high, He gently on the ground did fall. Upon a porch, that stood close by, The farmer’s wife had placed a pie Outside to cool, And he, the fool, Reached out his hand to do or die. Before he could but grasp the prize He suddenly began to rise— The farmer had, Though it is sad, Crept up, and took him by surprise. The reason why he left the ground Can very easily be found— Our hero felt Below his belt The farmer’s good right foot, so sound. And now a moral I will preach: “Always look before you reach” And then, maybe, You’ll surely see The lesson I have sought to teach. page one hundred and sixteen AIN fell in sheets. The streets were dark and muddy. Paris was mad. The “Holy Guillotine” stood in her proud thoroughfare. In Notre Dame “Reason” was enthroned. The Sabbath was abolished. Paris was a raging wild beast. The strongest and most savage held sway until his master struck him down and he, more horrible, more bloody, rose in his place. The king was gone. Everything was gone, save death—death—and blood, red and dark, which, where a torch of an ale house spread its sickly rays, lay all dark and clogged in the ruts. Into this light stumbled a bedraggled, wild-eyed man. His face was clear- cut and aristocratic—the features which Paris hated. His clothing, of the finest material, was now stained and torn. But one mark of past-time glory remained— his sword, unnaturally bright and glowing, when compared with its emaciated owner. He leaned for a moment against the casement. “La Marseillaise” rang out hoarsely, cruelly from within. Drawing one sleeve across his eyes, as if to wipe out the horror of that song, he straightened up, and, with his hand on the hilt of his blade, swung open the door. The company of ruffians were, for an instant, struck dumb. He advanced slowly, proudly, through the room, as though to the throne of Louis, towards a counter where a man, red-sashed and grizzly, stood guard over the ale pots. “Fellow, wine! Red, red as the blood which stains your hand! Quick! and I will drink you a toast.” The crowd, like caged wild beasts, awed into subjection for an instant by the old-time reverence, broke upon him. How had he baffled them? Had not they hunted his kind like rabbits? Had not the king and queen been butchered? Had they not caught the warm, red blood as it trickled from their stiffening carcasses? And now this upstart dared beard them in their den! Back to the wall, glass high in his left hand, sword to the front, he stood— bold and fearless. One, more reckless than his fellows, tried to drag him down. The blade went out, the man fell, and the steel, now all red and warm, swung slowly to and fro. The others held back. “Come on!” he cried. “But wait! I will drink to you!” Then, with words ringing and mocking, sword to point, he spoke: “Here’s to Death! Death and Blood! May all taste its pure sweet delights!” With a howl, more of animals than of men, they threw themselves upon him. For an instant he seemed overpowered. Then they parted; one staggered back, blood gushing from his mouth and nose; another clawed at the floor—dying, dying. He laughed, or was it a groan? “Ho! Ho! My fellows, death is still abroad! ’tis sweet! See yon dog clawing his grave! See the blood on the boards! Is it not good? Smell it in the air! Oh! this is life! Was there ever such another night in June as this? Had I known that there was such joy in the world, I would not have stayed in hiding. Death! No wonder you went crazy. Is it not good to kill? Oh! Come on! Here is one you can kill! My blood is warm—” And then, like a volcano, they broke upon him cursing, howling, shrieking wild beasts—like dogs, crazed by hunger, fighting over a hunk of warm, red flesh. At last a sickening laugh rang out—and all was over-----. Then again on the musty June air “La Marseillaise” arose—more like a howl than a song. La JVIaraeUlaiee jviatloch K. Cate, 05 page one hundred and seventeen Cedric COeUstead, Once in far-off Babylon there dwelt a great king, than whom there was none greater in all the world. In his palaces were many talents of silver and much gold, and many slaves did his bidding, and many principalities acknowledged his mastery. And there was, by chance, within his boundaries another great man, who was a philosopher, and his readings taught him and his teachings taught others that even so great a king as he who dwelt in the royal palace must, in death, finally yield to a far greater king who might, if it pleased him so to do, take from all earthly kings their posses- sions. And when this had come unto the ears of the mighty ruler of Babylon, then he was wroth with the sage, and he said unto his attendants, “Go ye forth unto this son of the evil one, and, when ye have overtaken him, do ye bring him to me, that I may judge him.” But, lo, certain of the friends of the philosopher, having heard of the intention of the king, did come unto him by night and say unto him, “Do you arise and go into a far country, for our lord, the king, is angry with you.” And he went even as he was told and betook himself into a far country. And, lo, when the followers of the king had come up to his abode, they found naught, and were obliged to return to their master empty-handed and without him for whom they sought. page one hundred and eighteen And years passed by, and the messengers of the king came to the king and said to him that out of Persia there was come a great host of the king of that country who, even as the philosopher had said, had come to cast him out of his paternal kingdom. And when he had heard these things the king was sore afraid, and he called unto him certain trusted men, and he said unto them, “Do ye go into the far country where the sage dwells whom I, foolish and mad in my mind, did drive from my kingdom.” Now when, after a journey of many days, the attendants of the king had come into the presence of the man of wisdom, they prostrated themselves before him and said unto him, “Do you arise and come forth with us, for our lord the king has commanded us to bring you to him that he may embrace you and give you a cloak of purple and receive you to his heart.” And they further told him of the approach of the foreign enemy, and of the fear of the king. The wise man commanded them to retrace their steps and return to the king from whom they had come, and say unto him, “Fear not, for although the foe may take from you your earthly possessions, and even kill you, yet he will not be able to harm you, for the only wealth that you may need for the journey into the hereafter is a mind devoid of guilt, for riches and an earthly kingdom will avail you naught.” The wise man also commanded them to say to the king, “If you, while fighting against the enemies of God, should come up to the threshold of the life hereafter, fear not, but do you enter in, for of what avail is the planting of the tree and the cultivation thereof, if you do not taste of the fruit? And more- over, above all things, do the right thing, and, if you should ask of me which of two things is the right one, then I must say unto you ‘Indeed, I know not,’ for if I should say unto you ‘Verily this thing is right,’ and another should say unto you ‘Verily this thing is not right,’ then would you ask of yourself which of us was right, and not what thing was right. So, now I say unto you, that if, according to your own knowledge you say unto yourself, honestly, ‘Verily this thing is right,’ then do you do that thing, for it is right and you do no evil.” And when the two messengers of the king had heard these words of exceeding wisdom, they set out to return whence they had come. And when they had traversed a great part of the way, they came unto a desert which was full many days’ journey in extent, and at the end of which was the city of their king. And when they had come, all wearied, to an oasis in the desert, which lay only one day’s journey from the city, the news came unto their ears that the enemy had poisoned all the springs in the vicinity of the city. And, lo, one of the messengers said unto the other, “Brother, I am wearied unto death and my throat is parched for lack of drink, but if I drink of the spring here I shall be poisoned, and so I shall die. Therefore will I return to the spring that lies but one day’s journey back, and, when I have rested, then I will bear the message to the king, our master.” And he com- manded his companion to do likewise, but the second said unto the first, “Not so, for has not the sage, whom we have just left, said unto us, that we may tell the Vfoe fruit of the Zrcc page one hundred and nineteen The fruit of tbe Tree king that when he has come up to the threshold of the heavenly city, let him enter in, so that by this he may enjoy the fruit of his endeavor? And shall we, then, like unto foolish men, who heed not the words of wisdom, when we have come up to the gate of our earthly city, falter and lose our reward? I shall not, however, say unto you that you do wrong, for we have been told that the thing is right that the doer thinketh is right, and on that account will I drink of the spring here, although you may think that I be wrong in so doing. If the water be poisoned we shall die, and, because we have not accomplished the work on which we were sent, the king will not reward our families, but when we have appeared before the great God for judgment, then shall we receive the rewards due to faithful servants. If we turn back, we shall lose not only the rewards of our king, but also the rewards of the after-life, which I have recounted to you. If, however, the water is not poisoned, then we shall receive both the rewards of our king and the God above, and besides these we shall, during the remainder of our life, have the pleasure of the contemplation of duty well performed and rewards justly received.” The two men then parted, the one turned back and did not drink, the other went on his way rejoicing, for the water was not poisoned. And when he later had come into the presence of the king and told his story, lo, the king caused him to be loaded with presents and rewarded with office. And the king, in pursuance of the advice of the wise man, went forth boldly into the battle, for he was without fear, being, as he was, in defence of his throne, and the land of his fathers. The enemy he slew and all the nobles he slew, and he gave the common soldiery of the foreign host to be slaves to his soldiers. And when he had conquered in battle he was not proud, but ruled thereafter with wisdom and foresight, and his offspring survived him, and his descendants grew old and prospered, for the wise words of the sage were handed down even unto the present time. 3 Little Round ]VIark Called Zero Slsie Stephan, '06 LITTLE round mark without an end Belongs to one whom we can’t recommend. This little round mark, which seems so small, Has its tale to tell at the end of Fall. It comes, it comes, it never goes; Only from the wise, the one who knows. The only thing that will drive it away Is studying, digging the livelong day. page one hundred and twenty To Lucilius Corteus, quaestor of Rome: Dear Friend and Roman:— I have not forgotten the request which you made of me when we last met—that I should write to you about anything of especial interest which I might experience. It is in view of this fact that I have here tried to set down to the best of my poor ability the following narrative. We had gone into winter quarters, after a year’s successful campaigning. The soldiers were in good spirits and filled with admiration for our new com- mander. It was while there that I first began to notice Lucius Titumius. To be sure, we had always been in the same legion, but had not seen much of each other before. When I say this, I except one occasion, which, indeed, was the one that brought him to my notice. It was in the battle with Ariovistus and we were on the extreme left, our legion being the seventh. We found ourselves, at a critical moment, in an unfavorable position. The Germans, seeing their advantage, attacked us in over- whelming numbers and renewed fury. It seemed as if the result of the encounter would be decided by the merest chance. Titurnius was on my right when two huge Germans encountered us. With- out trying to withstand the attack Titumius leaped back. I had killed my opponent when the other gave me a severe wound on the shoulder and would have killed me had not Publius Cupitus, my especial friend, with wonderful quickness slain the German. This action not only saved me, but decided the fight. As nobody had seen Titumius’ action, save Publius and myself, we resolved to say nothing about it, fearing ridicule and disbelief. That winter, although I saw him almost every day, I seldom spoke to him. He was a man above the average height of a Roman, which led us to suppose that he was of foreign descent. I afterward found out that his father was a Gaul. He was of athletic build, but his features were almost too handsome, and, together with his chin, indicated a weak character. His eyes were dark and changeable, like lead, when thinking; but when he was angry, although he always controlled his other features, his eyes would glow like those of an infuriated lion. During the winter Caesar was informed about the rising of the Belgians. As soon as spring came on, we marched against them. Before the two armies came together we were asked to relieve a neighboring town, Bibrax, which was besieged. Caesar sent a few of his soldiers, among whom were Publius and myself, also Titumius. It was a rather chilly night, and great clouds hid the moon. This helped us and by a lucky chance we succeeded in getting into the town. When we had arrived, the officer looked us over and found all present but Titurnius. No one knew where he was. Publius smiled at me as if he took Titumius’ absence as an affirmation of his opinion of him. He considered him a coward for all his gallant looks and stately bearing. To this I never quite agreed, but I agreed with him that this was the probable reason for his absence. After the enemy withdrew, on seeing that we had entered the town, we returned. H traitor to Rome XL Catesby Cratie, 07 page one hundred and twenty-one H T aitor to Rome We had gone half way when Titurnius suddenly appeared from a little path. When questioned by the officer he said that he had stumbled in the dark and had been stunned by the fall. After recovering he had hunted around for a path leading toward the camp, but had gotten lost. Although this satisfied our leader, I was not so easily convinced. After the battle with the Belgians, in which our legion took no part, we advanced against the Nervii. They were awaiting us on the banks of the Sabis. The night before we arrived there was dark and the air damp. I was on guard at the decuman gate during the second watch. I had little time to think of the coming battle, for a thick wood came close up to the rear of the camp, and was not sorry when Titurnius relieved me. I went back to my tent and had slept about an hour when a sudden blast of air awoke me. The flap of canvas which served as a door to our tent had blown open, for I must have forgotten to fasten it. As I reached out to make it fast a crouching figure hurried by. I stepped outside and was surprised to see several others, all hurrying toward the rear. Going back, I called to Publius, and after stopping a moment to see that I was not mistaken, we hurried to the imperator’s tent. In a few minutes he received us. When he had heard us, he ordered an aid to call some officers quietly. With these we hurried to the decuman gate. No one could be seen and the only evidence that I told the truth was the absence of Titurnius and many Gallic hostages. The next day we marched forward and were pitching camp when the enemy attacked us. Our legion was on the extreme right and was hardest pressed. After a couple of hours of the hardest fighting I have ever witnessed, we were being slowly driven back. The enemy attacked us like a whirlwind on the center and both flanks. Already most of the centurions were killed and the rest were more or less wounded. Only once did the Nervii waver, and then a large man, clad in Roman armor, dashed to the front. It was Titurnius. Baculus, the first centurion, rushed toward him, but a javelin struck him before he could reach the traitor. Titurnius sprang at the aquilifer, and with one slash split his skull. This was the limit, and the whole legion bore back. Then a shout arose and a voice was heard calling on the soldiers to follow “Caesar!” The cry was echoed along the whole line. The imperator rushed to the front, fighting like a Mars. Titurnius, seeing him, rushed at him, but Publius interfered, only to be instantly killed. I was at Caesar’s side in a minute. At the same moment Caesar thrust at the traitor, but missed. Titurnius raised his sword over his head, and before Caesar could have recovered would have killed him. But my sword pierced his heart and he fell. I had seen an opening and taken advantage of it. Caesar turned for a moment and darted a fierce look at me, angry that I should have taken the punishment of a traitor from him. Then, realizing the injustice of his action, he smiled. page one hundred and twenty-two Titurnius’ death decided the battle, for in a few minutes the Nervii had fled, almost annihilated. After the battle Caesar called me to his tent and informed me that I was now a centurion, thanking me for saving his life and consequently the battle. He found out from a captive that Titurnius had agreed to turn traitor and furnish information about our army and also to liberate all the hostages and captives who would join the Nervii. This agreement was made when he had dropped out of the expedition to Bibrax. He had betrayed his country for the gratification of his revenge for some petty injury he had received some years before. And now I am through, and if this story makes a thousandth part of the impression on you that it has on me, then I will consider it worth the writing. Hoping you are as well as I am at present, I remain, Your Friend and Countryman, LUCIUS CAIUS CADES. E 'CvMfor to Rome “ Cempim te fugrttstg ” ]Netl Clark, '08 Tell me not in mournful numbers East is not a first-class school, Discipline reigns and never slumbers, For the “flat” who breaks the rule. Hours are long, but time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating When our Prof, begins to rave. Let us, then, be up and digging, With a will to make us great; Still construing, still perspiring, Labor to learn, whate’er our fate. page one hudred and twenty-three (With apologies to Thomas Hood.) I remember, I remember, The school where I was taught; That gloomy High School, great and drear, With bitter mem’ries fraught; The weary miles of weary streets I trod at early mom; My welcome to the halls of woe,— That tardy bell forlorn. I remember, I remember, The school-books, old and worn, The books of Latin and of Greek By savage usage tom. And now too well do I recall The rooms wherein we sat, Where quakes uncanny seized us all, From Senior down to Flat. I remember, I remember, The day that I left school. With joyful haste I bade farewell To all those teachers cruel. But now, alas, ’twould seem to me Worth half my life, or more, To step once more, a school-boy free, Within that High School door. page one hundred and twenty-four Stately Terse Sleanor Koze, '06 ARY went across the sea, Was toss’d by a tempestuous hand On what bleak shore can she now be? 0 where did “Maryland” ? II. Ida and Jane were quarreling, Over a spade—when lo— Mamma settled the question When she said, “Let Idaho.” j III. To borrow is a habit That many people have. I know “Iowa” a dollar, But that is not so bad. IV. Once a boy named Tenny Got lost in an unknown lea. When night o’erspread his pathway, Pray, what did “Tennessee” ? V. Two maids sat in the twilight, One dark, the other fair, Pondering over the problem Of what should “Delaware.” VI. A friend of mine dwelt in a flat, With many girls and boys; Another lodging he did seek, He was so “Illinois.” page one hundred and twenty-five Ht the Bast r iofh play Cedric Cdeltstcad, ’05 page one hundred and EALLY, mother, I don’t see the necessity for rubbers—oh, all right, I never can have a good time like other girls—my, the outside air is fine— I slammed the door?—of course I did, who wouldn’t?—it serves mamma right any way—are we going to walk? oh, of course the air is nice—well, here we are at the old school—my, but I’m tired—of course I wanted to walk. I think we got rather nice seats, don’t you?—you were so late that I was afraid that we would have to stand—oh, are these reserved?—isn’t it strange to make one pay ten cents extra for a reserved seat, still it does make you feel a little better than some of those awfully common people that are bound to get into any public school; I should think the city might build one school for the nice people and another for the common people—I don’t think it would be hard to pick out the two classes, I could do that myself and you bet I would exclude a good many people who think they’re a good deal.—Oh, just look, the orchestra is tuning up— I don’t think much of them, do you?—The orchestra at the Colonial, you know, Vaughn Glaser’s theatre, is the best I have ever heard, and just think it will play anything you ask for. Oh, there goes the curtain—it’s an awfully funny affair, isn’t it?—At all the theatres they have curtains that pull right up, and I should think that they might have one here instead of that ridiculous thing—oh, they’re talking, aren’t they?— That Paul Wilson—why I never would have known him—he’s supposed to be an old man isn’t he?—How funny—I wonder what all those people are turning around and looking so mad about? Why, they’re actually looking at us—is anything wrong?—Is my hair all right?—Well, the act is over—don’t they always have a fearful time drawing that curtain though?—Do you know that I was in a play here once and when we were all ready for the curtain to be drawn and were waiting in a tableux, the janitor, who was to have drawn the curtain, had gone down to the basement to look at the fires and someone had to be sent down to fetch him before the curtain could be drawn. Well, here is the second act—just look at Jay Jackson in a woman’s dress—isn’t that just too killing—it’s too bad that he has to dress up like that in those hideous clothes, for he’s such a good looking fellow—just the one for a leading man—there is no leading man here, is there— that’s funny, in every show that I’ve ever seen there has been a leading man— just look at those three fellows all dressed up like ministers—oh that’s the end of the act isn’t it—say did you hear what they are going to have for class day? Well, they’re going to make us all dress up in the most outlandish costumes you ever heard of—just imagine me in a sheet—but then, think of James Farasey— oh, there’s the curtain—I don’t suppose this act will be very long, the last act never is, now I suppose that everybody will marry everybody else and at the drop of the curtain they will all be holding hands—there now, they’re all holding hands and there goes the curtain—didn’t I tell you so? My, we’re never going to get out of here, are we?—I’m glad we are out in the air—goodness, but it was hot in there, wasn’t it? Shall we walk? Well, I should think not, I’m all tired out walking over here. ■uenty-six J'Kldved Ockert, '08 Our Bob came home from school one day In quite a dreadful fret, Because it had been told to him That lessons he must get. He fussed and fumed about the house, He whistled ne’er a tune, And to forget his woes in sleep He turned in very soon. Imagine, reader, his surprise, When into his darkened room There glided gray and awful shapes, That seemed to speak his doom. The biggest and most fearful one, That stood against the wall, Was recognized at once by him As lessons missed since|Fall. And see those little fellows now Who circle ’round his bed! They look so insignificant!! Why does he hide his head? Well, those things are called “Theorems,” They live with Mr. Peck. He sent them out to worry Bob ’Cause he doesn’t know a speck. Of them there is a grewsome lot, They grow, and grow, and grow, And bend and wave in mockery Of one who is so slow. And all the other gloomy shapes Send shivers down his spine, As Latin verbs, beside his bed, Arrange themselves in line. Thus do they come, from every hour, From half past eight ’till noon, And worry Bob with prophecies Of where he’ll be in June. For many hours they bother him With methods they know best, Then steal away to some one else And try to steal his rest. page one hundred and twenty-seven JVIy first picket Duty Clarence B, Barsdersor., � 07 THE little boy climbed into the chair by the fire, and his father began his usual nightly story: It was a cold night, a few months after the first battle of Manassas, and I, as one of a company of volunteers, had been sent out to do picket duty near Fairfax C. H. As I said, the night was unusually cold and occasional snow flurries added to the bleakness of the scene. As the sun went down, the enemy’s cannon could be seen pointing up the road. This did not add anything to my presence of mind. I started out with a brave front, not wishing to show the least fear, and I now suspect I was not the only one who did this. They stationed me in a small woods with a swamp at one end, where I was to spend my night’s vigil. One of my numerous resolutions was not to make a fool of myself by firing my gun unnecessarily, as one of the boys had done the night before, and had been guyed about it ever since. He had only heard a screech owl and had been scared. I would do no such foolish thing as that anyway. I tramped up and down my beat for about two hours, to keep warm. After that it grew so very dark that one could see only a short distance, and in the quiet of the woods each step seemed noisy. I stood at the side of a tree, where I should be most sheltered from the wind, which moaned through the trees and made weird sounds generally. At last my nerves got so excited I thought I saw men stalking around. Then I took hold of myself and determined to see no more such phantoms. This was successful for a time, but at last the noises got the better of me. I started to hum a tune softly, and stopped short, thinking I heard some- thing coming. I waited, every nerve strained, but nothing appeared. Then— yes, that was a noise overhead. These strange sounds of the night again aroused me so entirely that I worked myself into a frenzy of excitement. At last, as I was calming down, there was the most unearthly sound I ever heard in all my life close at hand. It was something between a locomotive whistle and a dirge. To say that I was frightened would be stating it much too mildly. The cold sweat broke out over me, I pinched myself to see if I were dreaming, but it only proved I was very wide awake. Now there was a lull in the wind, and I could hear the cheap watch, which my younger brother had given me, ticking away like an alarm clock. This set me thinking of home, and oh, how I wished I was there! Then I braced up and put my gun on my shoulder and resolutely fixed my mind on most profound subjects. I walked about three yards with my head bowed, when I collided with a tree. This gave my nervous system another shock. But my mind was suddenly taken from this by that hair-raising sound vibrating through the grove. This time I decided to remain in doubt no longer, but find out what that noise was. This I started to do by going on tiptoe toward the place whence my troubles seemed to arise. When I had about reached the supposed place, I stopped and waited. Here I was less sheltered from the wind, and after waiting ’till my very bones were cold, I started bravely back to my original post. Arriving where I thought page one hundred and twenty-eight it was, I sat down. After staying there a time, which seemed to me hours, there was a rustle of dried leaves close at hand, I sprang up, grasped my gun, and in as steady a voice as I could command, in tones that gave even me heart, shouted: “Who goes there?” There being no answer, I advanced cautiously. After poking around a little while, finding no enemy, I returned to my seat. It was still dark and my watch said it was midnight. But that work of art had stopped. I was only enabled to see its face by the use of a match head, which, dampened and rubbed on my hand, gave a slight glow, visible at a very little distance. After sitting on a log awhile I was certain I heard leaves rustling. I sprang up and, hearing steps, got behind a tree ready to fire. I thought I would not challenge, whoever it was, since the steps seemed some distance off. As I leaned the rifle against the tree it struck something yielding, which let out that “whoot” many times louder than before, tumbled from the tree and started into the woods. To me it seemed “as big as a house,” as the saying is, anyway up went my gun, aimed at the point where the rustling of the leaves came from, and where this man, or whatever it was, was getting away. I was fairly dancing with fear and excitement and my aim could not have been the best. I pulled the trigger, there was a snap—that was all except a touch on the shoulder. This scared me more than anything ever did before or since. I jumped about six feet (more or less), dropped my gun, gave a yell that would have done honor to an Apache Indian chief, and started at a two-forty clip for camp without even looking back. When I arrived my cap was gone and my hair streaming in the wind. I rushed to the commanding officer and breathlessly reported that the enemy filled the woods. A small detachment was sent out post haste. They found my “enemy” doubled up by laughter. My deadly foe consisted of the relief which had come to take my place, and the awe-inspiring screech owl. The officer took it good-naturedly or I might have fallen into serious trouble. I was teased about “my enemy” as they called it, ’till it seemed to me I’d die. JVIy first picket Duty “But, dad, is this story true?” asked the little boy. “Pshaw, son,” he replied, “you run up to bed and don’t bother your head about it.” page one hundred and twenty-nine Cbe Union Depot ©race HKncs, ’05 HE depot is a dingy one, The outside old and mean, But all within the waiting rooms Is wondrous neat and clean. The stairs are wide and strongly built, They’re not so very high; The visitor ran quickly up And never heaved a sigh. The hill is steep, but cinders help, A railing is your aid; Just hold on tight and persevere, One need not be afraid. The stranger surely persevered, But reached the top too late; The four-cent car had just whizzed by, With others he did wait. The hill was covered with thick ice, The west wind wildly howled, All things so contrary seemed, The people gently growled. The stranger on his grip rode down, Arrived, but not belated; With smiles upon his face he said: “ ’Twill soon be elevated.” page one hundred and thirty mvs cs ®p m W y|4-ie Dillard price, ’05 Oh, Muse, come down from yonder mountain height, Instil into my feebly mortal brain Some part of thy deep spirit. Fill my sight With raptures bold, with fantasies insane, That inspiration’s roaring, reeling flame May bound the brooding billow, bursting far, With booming blare, the mighty vault of heaven; That with the ictus wild the stars may rock And high Olympus jar from top to stock! Oh, come! Calliope, I charge thee, haste! Sweep down and sit upon me, pretty baste 1 Come! Come! Come! Alas! Alas! ’Tis worthless all! My genius will not peep! My pleadings vain! The sullen Muses sleep! Page one hundred and thirty-one 13be Seventh Chance Clew fi. pomeroy, ’©8 n: 'O, I will not, and you know the reason why.” The speaker was a young girl of twenty or there-about, who was seated in a bay window overlooking the Avenue. Opposite her sat a young fellow about her own age, who did not seem to be especially elated over the above news. “Oh, yes, I know the reason. It is the same old thing, I suppose. I am not active enough or independent enough or something enough to suit you. You keep saying that I am so indolent that I would not lift my hand to save a m?m drowning in the river. How do you know? I have not made it a practice of hanging around the Battery waiting for people to fall in just to see what I would do.” “Yes, it is that, I suppose, and I would marry you, Jack, if I were certain that you would not go to sleep during the ceremony. To be sure you have started a law office, but then, all there is to that is lying around in an office chair waiting for people to discover your ‘shingle’ and walk in.” “Well, I suppose this is the last call,” he remarked savagely, “and then sack- cloth and ashes for me.” “This is the third time, isn’t it?” she asked presently. “Why, er------the fourth, I think.” A brief silence. “A very engaging piece of business,” she remarked demurely. “Oh, say, let’s change the subject, for heaven’s sake,” with a look of disgust on his face. How she could jest at such a critical period was far beyond him. “Have you seen Parsifal?” he remarked by way of a starter. “Why, yes, Mr. Holding took mother and me last evening.” “Mr. Holding! Well, who on earth—oh, yes, that little red-headed chap. How, may I inquire, did he get away from his nurse?” 4 “Now that will be all from you, Mr. Jack Pain. Mr. Holding is one of my best friends, and it is not his fault that he has hair the color of a carrot.” “No, I suppose not, but he ought to sell it just the same. I saw a white-wing on the street who bought his hair off the same lot that Holding did. Well, I must be going, as I must get down to the river before five o’clock.” “Down where?” “To the river. I am going down to see if any one will be obliging enough to fall off for me, and if nobody will, I feel that it is my duty to fall in myself, to see if I have energy enough to pull myself out again. Well, good bye, Bessie.” “Oh, but, Jack, we will always be good friends, won’t we?” “Surely. I did have a sneaking idea that I would like to be something else, but you put your veto on it, so I suppose that is off.” 'I' 'I' Miss Elizabeth Sinclair and Mr. Jack Pain had been friends, well, both had forgotten the length of time. Lately Jack had gotten into the habit of asking her to marry him about once every six months. After once seeing the lady in page one hundred and thirty-two question we don’t wonder at his eagerness to marry her. She was tall, but well formed, with face and hair, as Jack expressed it to his coffee cup one morning, “pretty enough to catch your eye and hold it for all time to come.” To Jack there seemed to be no reason on earth why they should not marry, except for her steady refusal. But to get on with our story. “Well, that seems to finish it,” thought Jack, as he walked down the Avenue. “I can’t see what is the matter with her. By Jove! I believe I would get out and dig in the subway if she would guarantee herself as wages.” By this time he had come to ------St. and started to cross. Glancing up Fifth Avenue he noticed a large touring car coming down at a great rate of speed. Jack wondered idly to himself how the “choofer” expected to get his machine around the corner without sliding on the slippery pavement. When half way across he noticed a small child playing on the opposite corner, in company with his nurse, who at the moment was discussing her mistress with the comer policeman. At this instant the child dashed forward into the street and full into the path of the approaching auto. Now you have probably read in stories of other children doing the self-same trick, but they seem to have an insane desire to get into the street if there is any chance at all of getting run over. Jack stopped still a moment at the horror of the thing, and then dashed for- ward. The man in the machine was clutching wildly at sundry levers and brakes, while the women in the tonneau screamed in several different keys. The chauffeur did manage to reverse his motor, however, so as to cause the machine to swing broadside to the dazed child. Jack had reached the boy by this time and the sliding machine now gave him the chance he wanted. He grasped the boy by the belt of his blouse and swung him into the open tonneau before the machine struck him. And then he was knocked flat. He heard faintly the cries of the policeman, the shrieks of the women, the faint buzz of the machine, and way off in the distance the rattle and clanging of the approaching ambulance. And then all was blank. When he came to himself again he was lying in a small room of the Roosevelt Hospital. Over him hung a young lady, who had much the appearance of Elizabeth Sinclair. But then he was not quite sure, so he put up his hand to feel of her face. It was caught between two cool palms and a soft voice said, “Jack, dear, are you awake?” “Ye—es, I guess so. But what the deuce happened?” “Oh, that horrid machine hit you and bruised you up a good deal and you were brought here in an ambulance. Oh, Jack, how could you do it?” “Was too lazy to walk to the river, so I thought I would prove myself to you right there. Oh, say, Betty, do you—will you, er—oh, well, do you think there is any chance for me yet?” For reply she took his head in her hands and—well, I had urgent business in the corridor at that moment. Vbe Seventh Chance page one hundred and thirty-three 8.R0 B8tKS. JTNIOR f nry Black, '06 How proudly do they hold their heads, Those Seniors calm and grand; How haughtily do they look down Upon the Junior band. They do forget that Cicero Was once their greatest care, And Grecian heroes with helmets bright Oft’ came their dreams to share. Edmund Burke and Milton Daily made them grind Into books of knowledge, Unknown words to find. In their position of honor They would have us cry,— “All hail to the mighty Senior !” As they pass us by. Short is their hour of triumph, Soon they will be no more; Other lads and lassies Up to their throne will soar. page one hundred ana thirty-four - ; LAMENTATION Ji Hlfvcda Kelly, ’06 When I have so much to study that I don’t know what to do, Oft I’m sitting sadly wishing I had something good to chew, And I feel so sort of empty and my head I’d like to punch, For today when I’m so hungry I forgot to bring my lunch. ’Tis.in vain I try to study, and my thoughts I try to fix, For my brain is very fickle and it often plays me tricks. My ideas are entangled, and my thoughts are in a bunch, And I’m sure I’d do much better had I now a toothsome lunch. Wise ones say that ’tis not seemly for us to bemoan our lot, But just now for their wise counsel I don’t give a blessed jot, And as sadly I’m lamenting I just take a mental hunch, And tomorrow and forever, you can bet, I’ll bring a lunch. Regret Ralph B. Cextor, ’05 T’S on the day before “exam”: You feel so glum and blue; You think of all the lessons shirked, And work you’ve failed to do; You know what you’ve neglected And fain would change your fate, But ah! you should have done so sooner Alas! now ’tis too late. 9 page one hundred and thirty-five Row Samuel Hlexander persimmon was Cured of a Bad Dabit JVIarie Russell Mequtllet, ’07 “Samuel!” To that individual, curled up so comfortably in his soft, warm bed, the voice rose clear and loud from the foot of the stairs. It contained no hint of irritation, as yet, but sounded as though its owner well knew the utter uselessness of that first call. “Samuel Alexander!” Sammy turned over, resolutely grabbed a pillow and completely covered his chubby face, but he could not shut out his mother’s voice. Mrs. Persimmon turned from the stairs and softly shut the door. “Yesterday morning I called him three times, and he has just got to learn to do with one,” she declared to the kitchen utensils in general. “If he is late for school this morning I must do something,” and her pleasant face assumed a determined expression, as she sank heavily into her rocking chair by the sunny window, which looked out on the road. The children went past in little groups, laughing merrily, and her heart sank as she glanced anxiously at the tall clock in the corner, from time to time. “I wish father would let me call him again,” she murmured. “He was very much provoked last night, when that note came from Sammy’s teacher, but he cooled down afterwards.” She smiled as she thought of Mr. Persimmon’s words on reading the message. “Son,” he had said, tipping back his chair and looking Samuel in the eye, “when you get through college and have worked hard all your life, and are, say, an old man, you can spend your time in bed if you like, as far as I am concerned, but ’till then you must be up and doing, Sam,” and his eyes twinkled at his son’s weary, crestfallen expression. Poor Sam! All the hours of labor loomed before him, a chain of never-ending mountains. There is no denying that he was a very lazy little Persimmon. But this morning the clock struck seven, and eight, and was well on its way toward nine when a very meek little boy crept down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen. He glanced hastily into his mother’s face, then tried to whistle a merry tune as he took a big bun from the table and started to school. His mother watched him disappear down the street. Then she put away her work and went upstairs. When Samuel came home at noon he was prepared to forget, and expected his mother to be so, but this hope was dashed, for, his dinner being eaten, she escorted him upstairs and put him to bed. He was very much surprised and alarmed at this singular behavior, but his mother informed him that she and also his father had noticed lately how tired he looked and how he dragged himself from his bed each morning, and that this was the beginning of a rest cure, which was to last a week. During that time he was to be fed on nourishing gruel and a tonic, consisting of boneset-tea and other ingredients. Sam wailed aloud, all his manhood deserting him at this ravishing prospect. Mrs. Persimmon, evidently regarding this as another symptom of his debilitated condition, softly drew the blinds and went out. page one hundred and thirty-six Samuel lay there in the semi-darkness and was sure that he had never felt so altogether brisk and restless in his life. His soul was filled with horror at the dismal week before him, and he pictured the scorn of his schoolmates, when they learned of his disgrace, as they surely would. The afternoon wore slowly away. All books and games had been removed, as too exciting for his enfeebled condition, the flies bothered him and he wanted to scream, do anything but lie still. He heard the boys and girls coming home, free for the day, and his mother stepping briskly about in the room below. How could he know that her heart ached for him? Both his father and mother came to bid him good-night, but somehow he could not get the sleep that was so necessary for his health. He thought that his mother would surely relent before the end of the week, but, encouraged by her husband, Mrs. Persimmon kept to her resolution, though she was fully as miserable as her resting son. He knew that he never had waded, would or could again wade through such a sea of gruels, soups, tonics and slop, as he ungratefully called the invigorating liquids, which his mother carried up to him. He was sulky, violent, and apparently delirious by turns, trying to frighten his parents by his ravings, without any visible success, however. Sammy began to take an interest in life on Wednesday afternoon, and was wildly happy on Thursday night when at last he was considered strong enough to arise. He was out of the house and running like the wind at the end of ten seconds, and sank exhausted on his own doorstep an hour later. That night at dinner he consumed four chops, six baked potatoes, six slices of rye bread and four dishes of pudding, and he declared that he could have eaten twice as much, though perhaps the statement was somewhat without foundation. Samuel Alexander was completely cured of laziness, sleepiness and all like evils, and so great was his aversion to the piece of furniture that had wrought his cure that for three succeeding nights he slept on the floor. T)ow Samuel Hlexander persimmon was Cured of a Bad Rabit Page one hundred and thirty-seven Here’s to a maiden, dainty and fair, With her deep blue eyes and her golden hair; Our love and loyalty gladly we swear To the colors she is so proud to wear. For her will we gallantly do and dare, This bewitching maid beyond compare,— Here’s to the girl from “EAST.” Skating Hnmbel Root, '06 LIDXNG, sliding, Swiftly gliding, Bird-like darting To and fro, Here and there, And everywhere; Such delights Doth the skater know. page one hundred and thirty-eight JSl MID the shouts and cheering of the largest and most enthusiastic crowd £ that ever gathered at League Park to witness an interscholastic football J[ JLgame, our team appeared at the gate and was greeted with a tremendous hurst of applause, as it trotted on the field for its final practice of running through signals, punting and kicking goals. As another thundering bellow of applause burst forth, we stopped and eyed the other team as it appeared on the field. We were in the best of condition to defend the State championship, and this was the last game we had to win. Our opponents were bound and determined to take the honor from us. Both teams surrounded their coaches and received final instructions for the battle, which were: “Play until you are all in,’’—““Tackle hard,”—“Be sure you get your man,” and “Play a fast and snappy game.” The captains withdrew to one side and the referee tossed a coin. Our opponents won and chose to defend the west goal. The time of the halves was thirty-five minutes, and each one of our men was instructed to play until he dropped. The whistle blew, and the greatest of out-door games was on. Our kick-off was high and long, and their man, with clever dodging and side-stepping, managed to bring the ball back fifteen yards; both teams were nervous, which caused fumbling and resulted in favor of our team, as we secured the ball on their thirty-yard line. With tackle back formations, terrific plunging, hurdling, and hammering at the same side of their line, we slowly but surely drove with page one hundred and thirty-nine H football Game gains of three to five yards across their goal-line, while our rooters went frantic with joy, for we had made the score 6-0 in the first five minutes of play. This gave us confidence and ambition to make it more, while the other team set their teeth and were just as determined to keep the score as low as possible, or rather to break our string of victories. Our defense was like a stonewall, for every man was doing his duty and playing the game of his life. Our offense was full of sensational plays, and it worked like a fast powerful engine. Our opponents could not withstand the fierce onslaught and the first half ended, 18-0. We retired to the dressing-room for a little ten-minute rest, which did us a world of good, while the rooters tried to drown each other with their yells. The second half started with a vim and dash that brought the crowd to its feet in mighty shouts of encouragement, for both teams were playing the game of their lives. The men on both teams were unable to stand the terrible strain of the fierce struggle for supremacy that was on and they were being laid out, and some of them were carried off the field weeping, unable to do anything but lie in their blankets and watch their team-mates finish the struggle. Our men had been trained to stand such a battle, and with more endurance and skill were able to make the score 38-0. With only a minute left to play, our opponents were playing a desperate game, hoping that they might accomplish some good, and as a dying effort they broke through our stonewall defense and blocked a punt that rolled across our goal line. We were upset, confused and all went tearing after it, but were beaten in our final effort, for they had fallen on the ball for the only touchdown that was made against our team, the interscholastic champions of Ohio. Their rooters surged upon the field, threw hats, horns and colors in the air, as they had now dimmed the best record of any high school team that Cleveland ever had. The score ended 38-5, which tells the story of East High’s greatest victory and Central High’s worst defeat. page one hundred and forty ©Use R, I'lequiUet, '08 It was painted and gilded, 0! wondrous to see! And right in the middle Was the maid dear to me. And up in one comer, His face all aglow, Stood the dear little cupid Just bending his bow. His arrow is aimed, My dear one, at you, And I only can hope His aim may be true. page one hundred and forty-one fatal Secret Cbas. S. Smith, '05 AS I sat down to a late dinner one dreary March evening, my wife handed ff'Jk me a letter, which, she said, had come by the afternoon mail. I glanced i'j at the handwriting and postmark; I did not recognize the writing, but the letter had evidently been mailed from Chicago. It was with more than ordinary interest, therefore, that I read the following: “My dear Wilder:—It has been a long time since we have corresponded, though of course you remember me, ‘Fatty’ Crowell, who was a Freshman at the Uni- versity when you were a Senior. It is about my father that I write to you. A few days ago, when I read of your great success in treating nervous people, I thought of you first as my old college friend, then as the man who could save my father’s life. He is completely broken down from nervous exhaustion, and has been confined to his bed for two weeks. These details are rather meagre, but when you arrive I will tell you more. We live in Englewood, in Chicago. I will be on hand to meet you at the depot; take the 9.45 morning train out of Buffalo on Wednesday. Hoping this will bring you, I am, Yours truly, ARTHUR A. CROWELL.’’ I handed the letter across to my wife, with the remark that Davis would probably be willing to take my practice for a few days, that I might run down to Chicago to see Crowell’s father. The next morning, as I was stepping into my cab, a messenger handed me this telegram: “W. P. Wilder:—Haste is urgent. New developments. A. A. Crowell.” This gave me plenty of food for thought as I was speeding to Chicago on the Limited. As I stepped off the train I immediately recognized my friend among the crowd. But how changed; in place of the healthy, robust Freshman at Michigan, I now saw a pale and somewhat emaciated man of middle age. “Ah, Wilder, at last you have come,” he said, as we clasped hands, “here is the run-about.” “I am sorry to see you looking this way,” I replied, “there must be something serious the matter.” Without waiting he related the following incidents while we drove along towards his home: “Up to two weeks ago everything had been running smoothly, as it had been for years. My mother is dead and my father a retired merchant, and, as you know, so well off that I do nothing but stay at home and manage the large estate. My father had always been a healthy man, taking plenty of exercise, and eating heartily. It was at breakfast, just two weeks ago, that his terrible nervousness started; he had just finished reading the last letter of the morning mail when, with a cry of fear and despair, he fell forward among the dishes in a dead faint. You can imagine my feelings as the butler and I carried him up stairs to his bed, and hastily called for Dr. Jones. The good old doctor has been with him con- stantly, but his experience is very limited, so I finally appealed to you. For the first week and a half Dad remained in his bed, being very despondent; at times his thoughts roamed, and he frequently talked in his sleep. During the day, however, he would write for hours at a time. This morning he asked to sit up, so we propped him up in his arm-chair and pushed it near the window. I had page one hundred and forty-tivo gone down to breakfast and had ordered the rig hitched up to bring you from the station, when I heard a scream and a groan, and the sound of a body falling to the floor. I rushed up stairs in haste, calling for Dr. Jones. I reached Dad’s room first; there he lay, his body all huddled up beside his chair. The doctor pronounced it a stroke of paralysis, I could not stay longer, but rushed away to meet you.” “My God, it is as I thought,” he cried, as we approached the mansion. All the shades were drawn and the house wore the unmistakable shroud of death. The day after the burial, while we were seated in the library, the question naturally arose as to the old man’s strange death. He had left a sealed package, on the outside of which was written: “To be read by Arthur Crowell after my death.” Before reading this, however, we turned to the letter, which he had opened on that fatal morning, and which was the beginning of all the trouble. It was a most curious affair, all thumb marked, but neatly written, as follows: “Old Friend TomI need the money. I don’t suppose you’ll want to see me, but you’re rich and I’m poor, and you better decide to pay me, when I call and see you in a few days. You know what’ll happen if you don’t. Yours truly, JIM JACKSON.” We could derive nothing from this, so we turned to the manuscript of the dead man, which was as follows: “My dear, dear boy: I suppose this confession will break your heart, but I feel it my duty to tell you. My name, dear lad, is not Crowell, but Birch, Thomas Birch. I will make this agony as short as possible, and proceed immediately to my story. It was back in the late sixties, just after the Civil War, that your father was cashier in one of the large New York banks. I had worked my way all the way up the ladder, starting as errand boy, and by hard work had reached the position of cashier. It was here that I fell. Not content to live on the salary I was receiving, each week I took a certain amount of the bank’s money, but regularly put it back out of my own salary every Saturday night. I fell among bad companions and got to gambling. It was in this way I met Jim Jackson, a ne’er-do-well clerk in another bank. One evening, after he and I had lost heavily at cards, and were walking to our lodgings, he remarked that we would have to call a halt to our losings. From that time on things went from bad to worse, until finally we were in the habit of actually stealing sums of money from the bank. That marked the beginning of our down-fall, and finally, on hearing that the bank’s books were to be examined, we planned one grand steal, to clear- out with $300,000, $150,000 apiece. We got away with the money, and under clever disguise separated and escaped, each in a different direction, he south and I west. I came to Chicago, which was then a small town, changed my name, and invested my money in grain. I determined to blot out the past and live a new life, and if fortune smiled on me, to forget forever the past, and live a true, righteous and honest life. My $150,000 grew to millions, until now the estate is one of the largest in the west. I had completely lost track of Jackson, until I Tht fatal Secret page one hundred and forty-three Zbt fatal Secret received the letter from him, in which I clearly saw that his intention was to blackmail me, or give my secret away. On reading the letter my nerve gave way and I fell in a faint over the breakfast table. Jackson had probably heard of my success, and had come up here to take my money, and in the end expose our terrible secret. And now, my dear boy, I do not know how this will end, but this I know: I cannot live long as I am in the grasp of nervous exhaustion. Do not think too unkindly of me, Arthur, and let this be a great example to you. May God forgive me and bless you.” I looked up at my friend after reading this strange epistle, his face was per- fectly immobile, there was not the quiver of an eyelash; he simply asked, “How, then, came his death?” “Who knows, but what after gazing out of the window for a while your father suddenly saw Jackson near the house,” I replied. “Would this not be enough to send a man in his condition to his death, through fear of discovery and shame?” Crowell silently arose, and we fervently clasped hands. He said nothing, but I fully understood the tempest that was raging within him. page one hundred and forty-four Mr. Peck—“Give me an example of ‘Crustacean.’ ” Pupil (promptly)—“Lobster.” Mr. Peck—“Is that meant to be personal?” Mabel G.—“Oh, I forgot to look up ‘Rosetti Stone.’ ” Maude C.—“Who is she?” Mr. Findley—“The graduates of Smith College are called Alumnae, of Yale Alumni.” E. Oakley—“What are the graduates of Western Reserve called?” Mr. Smith, to a girl in College English—“What does ‘wooingly’ mean?” No answer. “Well, then, what does ‘to woo’ mean?” Still no answer. “Evidently that word has not come into your vocabulary as yet. Florence, you tell us all about it.” Pupil (in Elocution)—“This is from ‘Ivanhoe,’ by Shakespeare: ‘The stag at eve had drunk his fill.’ ” One day last fall Miss Hanna asked one Of the boys in her class—“What day is Set aside for giving thanks?” After some hesitation the boy replied—“Labor Day.” Mr.. Smith, in History (after Elsie B. had made a brilliant (?) recitation)—“You are all right, Elsie, but you are not broad enough.” Page one hundred and forty-five Jokes Mr. Petersilge, to Arthur Darling, in a seeming fit of affection—“Do you understand that now, Darling?” Mr. Smith, to Grace A., who was scanning in College English—“You don’t emphasize your feet enough, Grace.” Mr. Findley—“What does ‘canebat’ mean, Pierre?” Pierre White—“Proclaim.” Mr. Findley—“No, to be whitened.” Olive H. correctly translated “pharetra, quiver,” when referring to a quiver of arrows. Mr. F.—“What is a quiver?” 0. H.—“Oh, a sort of a chill.” Cleveland, Cleveland, dogs and cats, Hurrah! Hurrah, for East High Flats. Girl in Geometry, on being told to divide an angle, persisted in saying that points, not lines, divided an angle. Teacher getting out of patience at last, said: “What do you get when you divide an angle? Polk-a-dots?” Girl returning book in Library—“I want to take this book back.” Librarian—“You wish it renewed?” Girl—“No, I want to take it back.” Librarian—“Isn’t there something wrong with your English?” Girl—“There hadn’t ought to be, I take English off of Miss Sanderson.” Latin Test in Room 16, whereupon there may be said, after fashion of gladiators—“Ave! Mr. Findley, instructor! Morituri te salutamus.” E. Oakley, translating “Iliad”—“He drew on his lily-like feet.” Agnes Ring, in Latin—“Command him to arm the Achaeans with their hair grown quickly.” The noise of a bucket falling in hall heard. Mr. S.—“A kitchen-shower.” M. Pearson, translating “Iliad”—“He put on his shield and thorax.” Mr. Lothman, in laughter which ensued—“Agnes, what is a thorax?” A. R.—“0, a thorax is some part of an insect.” page one hundred and forty-six Jokes Adolph without string To his class did come, And to draw a circle Without string’s no fun. Slowly, with some doubt The student took his place Right beside a window, Just a little space. What was happening now Such a laugh to bring? It was only Adolph, Using the curtain string. Blanche W.—“To prove any two points in the planes are equi-distant.” Miss Black—“Blanche, are you and I equi-distant?” B. W.—“No, ma’am, because you are only one.” Mr. Findley— “Do you believe the statement that there are two stone lions in front of a house on Euclid Avenue that growl whenever they hear the fire engines pass?” Alpha R.—“Yes, sir, because they never hear them pass.” Robert Fletcher, in Chemistry, as printed paper is turned yellow by chlorine gas—“Is that what is meant by yellow journalism?” Flat (about to start for East High School, stopped a Junior inquiring)—“How will I reach East High School quickly?” Junior—“By running.” page one hundred and forty-seven Mr. F.—“Pierre, why is ‘bubo feminine?” P. W.—“I suppose it’s feminine because it’s so ill-boding.” Jdkm The second hour Vergil Class was reciting, and the christening of boats came up. Someone said that they were christened by “throwing bottles of wine against them.” Then Mr. F. said— “The daughters of prominent men are selected to christen battleships, and the sides are so large that once in a while the bottles strike them.” Miss Critchley—“What character in Chaucer had closely clipped hair?” Pupil—“The monk.” Miss C.—“Why?” Pupil—“Because he didn’t have any.” Miss Black, in Solid Geometry—“Did you hear him make those lines co-incide?” The sixth hour German Class was studying about indeclinable nouns. Walter Greenwood reads—“Bringe mir ein Glas Bier.” Mr. Schulte—“Why do you use that case of Bier?” Probably Walter only had one. Miss Adams, explaining a construction—“Yes, that is an echotec expression.” All the pupils thought so too. Rae L., translating in French—“The captain swore---------” Then she stopped short and laughed. Mr. Schulte—“Go on, Rae, before the air gets blue.” Mr. Findley—“What were the three words that the Romans said over a person about to die?” Laurence G.—“Veni, vidi, vici.” Nelson Gage, in Senior Algebra—“Well, if you take three from three you have one left.” Mr. Wood—“Now, since the earth, which is an oblate-spheroid, is represented by an orange, what fruit that we usually think of in connection with an orange represents a prolate-spheroid, which means slightly flattened at the sides?” Uncertain murmur—“A banana.” Miss Spencer (to class in Skeleton Drawing)— “That isn’t hard, all you have to do is to pick out the bones.” page one hundred and forty-eight In the play “My Lord in Livery” Elsie Bohnard was saying: “We must draw the line somewhere,” and just then somebody behind the scenes jerked the curtain back on the line. Mr. Findley—“What is the trouble, Lewis?” L. S.—“0, somebody has taken a fancy to my Economics book.” Mr. Wood—“What is the meaning of N. B.? The first word is ‘Kota’.” Leon S.—“Kota Booka.” Herbert Kimmel, translating in French—“He held himself at an angle with his side.” History Teacher—“And what was done to the inhabitants, Edwin?” Edwin C.—“They slew the men and killed the women and children.” Doubtless many have heard the poem entitled “If You Want to Go Tomorrow, You’ll Have to Start Today.” Ralph Irvine must have been thinking of this when, during an impromptu before the “Zets,” he said: “The present means last week.” Nelson Gage, translating German—“And he squeezed her ’till her bones cracked—that’s all the further I got, Mr. Schulte.” Mr. S.—“Well, if you got that far you were doing well.” Agnes has discovered a new species of the lion. In Latin class she talked about a “lion with wool and yellow talons.” Father—“Young man, were you out after ten last night?” Son—“No, sir, I was only after one.” Mr. Findley had been remarking that Vergil probably lived in a region where snakes were numerous, because of his frequent descriptions of them in his Aeneid, when John A., thinking that Mr. F. also lived among them, asked: “Mr. Findley, did you ever see a snake crawling after its back-bone had been broken?” Mr. Findley, in Latin—“Why do dogs bark at the moon?” Bright Pupil—“Dogs are said to be very fond of cheese and they think ‘the moon is made of green cheese.’ ” (Ask Miss B.) Mr. Smith, reading from “Julius Caesar”—“Whither am I going? Where do I dwell? Am I a married man or a bachelor? Then to answer every man directly and briefly, wisely and truly, wisely I say, I am a bachelor.” He stops, greeted by laughter from the whole class. Jokes page one hundred and forty-nine Prof, of Physics asked a pupil with a large head: “What is space?” Pupil—“I know, Mr.-, I have it in my head, but I can’t get it out.” (ofees Geometry Teacher—“In what position do two circles stand that have four common tangents?” Pupil, waking up with a start—“Why they stand some distance, some distance from between.” Geometry Teacher, speaking to John Wedow about not having handed in his home work—“John, where’s your work?” Jack—“I didn’t have time to do it today.” Teacher—“How many study hours did you have today?” Jack—“Only four.” Bruce Beyer, translating in German—“In the large hall they banqueted noisily and numerous guests were loaded.” Unfortunately “geladen” meant both “loaded” and “invited.” Mr. Peck—“That reminds me of a nursery ditty my grandfather used to tell me sixty or seventy years ago.” Miss O’Grady, calling roll—“Harold Long.” No answer. “Harold Long!” Still no answer. “Isn’t Harold Long here?” Mr. Rannells—“I don’t know about a Harold Long, but I know there is a Long Harold Malm here.” Tate, explaining apparatus in a chemistry experiment, said: “I used two brunettes,” when he meant “burettes.” Mr. Peck (correcting a girl’s grammar in Senior Arithmetic class) after reading a periodical on the grammar of the college girl, in which it said a sentence was not complete without being introduced by “Why a,” “Well a,” etc., began his very next sentence'with “Now a-” The girls of Room 26 dare not even let a footstep fall. Miss Bennet—“How can you account for the fact that a juggler can drink water while standing on his head?” Hazel G.—“The jugular vein.” Helen P., in French—“He lowered the comers of his mouth, or is it raised? I don’t know.” Mr. Schulte—“Lowered is right. You have seen the boys do it sometimes.” Pupil in English class—“Palamon saw Emily first, but Arcite butted in.” page one hundred and fifty Mr. Petersilge—“What effect would carbonic acid have on me?” Helen Conrad’s innocent reply—“It would be good for you,” Mr. Findley, in Latin class—“What does ululation mean, Edna?” Wise cat from outside—“Me-ow, Me-ow, Me-ow.” A boy in Room 8, while reciting a theorem in Geometry, dropped his voice, and stooped his shoulders till he could hardly be heard. Mr. Raish—“Roy, stand up and speak out so we can hear you.” Roy, without changing voice or position, but going on with the theorem— “But this is impossible, for,” etc. Room 2 begs Room 14 to adopt the following suggestions: 1. Don’t shake the plaster off the ceiling when Miss Black leaves the room the fourth hour. 2. Postpone all football games, scheduled for the fourth hour, ’till after school. 3. Their fine whistling chorus would make a hit in the Salvation Army. (Apply to Mr. Haber for recommendations.) 4. Don’t destroy the school, because, perhaps, the senate will have to hold an extra session to decide whether the school should be built of granite or sandstone. FLAT Jokes page one hundred and fifty-one jungles Professor Findley has a way, As all the reverend Seniors say, Of making them seem strangely small, As though they had no brains at all. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were Hue, And on her foot was the tiniest shoe; She vainly tossed her golden head And smiling sweetly, she then said, “I’m lovely to look at, now, I ween, So I think I shall visit Room 16.” There is a man in our school, And he is wondrous wise, Excuses that are given him Are all refused as lies. There is a young fellow named Gage, Who is with the girls all the rage, He makes quite a splash, But it’s only a flash, We’ll see, when he comes of age, A knocker. page one hundred and fifty-two jfingles There was a young man named Hugh, Whose face it looked dreadfully blue. When he was asked why, He said with a sigh “Because I would like to B. U.” « Smerson, Cbe fisherman He sat beside the babbling brook And into it he threw his hook; There he sat from mom till night, Fishing, fishing, but ne’er a bite. Then the shadows dark and low Reminded him ’twas time to go; And in the town store he’d boast Of the fish he’d caught—ALMOST. page one hundred and fifty-three JmqUs Here’s an ode to the “ ’05 Baby”— Eyes of blue, and cheeks like a lady; Irvine is his last name, Ralph his first. Run now, please, and get his rattle and nurse. There is a certain gentleman named Mac, Who at East High plies hammer and tack. He’s a great personage And does bellow and rage At all tricks played behind his back. page one hundred and fifty-four There was a wise lad named Mehling, Whose thoughts were wont to go sailing; He had poetic hair, And eyes that did stare Into space when his tongue did start railing. jfingles There was a Southern laddie named Tate, Who was very fond of talking tete-a-tete; But he displayed poor taste, Let some things go to waist, On a night in February, very late. page one hundred md fifty-live Poor freshman jingles There comes a hurst of thunder sound, The Seniors drop their books; The stately Juniors turn around, With startled, frightened looks; The Sophomores turn pale with grief; For that rumbling sound declares That another luckless Freshy Has fallen down the stairs. One day up in Room 29 I was mixing some chlorine and limp) But the confounded stuff Blew up with a puff, And “I got Mine.” 4 ’ 0, Mr. Peckski, tell me whenski You’re a goin’ to look my way, Then I’ll hikeski down the pikeski And throw away my mortal clay. Lives of football men remind us, We can soak the field with blood, And, departing, leave behind us Half our faces in the mud. ( With apologies to Longfellow.) There was a young fellow named Tate, Who had a close shave on his pate, He slept in the chair And off came his hair Before he was fully awake. What means this loud, unearthly roar Which shakes the windows, doors and floor? ’Tis only Mehling with gentle blast Answering questions in German class. (Turn up your coat collar, Victor.) 4s There was a boy of East High Who in Latin did soar high. But one day on his knees he did pray To be excused from his Latin that day. Then the teacher, with a look of disdain, Asked the pupil the cause to explain. “ ’Twas tom out of my book,” was his honest reply, But safe in his pocket ’twas carefully laid by. A A “If I were king,” What would I do? I’d buy a horse And then of course I’d know my Latin true. Long and narrow, ‘Most six feet three, And there you have George Farasey. page one hundred and fifty-six FOR SALE—An up-to-date speech-book, written for the benefit of football boys not versed in the gentle art of speech-making. Agents wanted in all preparatory schools and colleges. LOST—The use of my tongue. Finder will please return to H. Perkins, and receive reward. WANTED—Something to eat. Quantity, not quality desired. H. F. Kimmel. WANTED—Room for my pedal extremities. C. Stout Smith. WANTED—Position as teacher of Latin and Greek. Agnes Ring. FOUND—A position for M. Tate, as business manager of the earth. WANTED—Some one to argue with. Paul W. WANTED—Position in traveling show as strong man. L. Spencer. WANTED—Money!!! The Treasurer. LOST—Football game with East High. Finder please return to Central and receive reward. Bmploy- merit Bureau FOR SALE—A salve for sore heads after examination. WANTED—Some boy to keep me company the sixth hour. L. Ulmer. WANTED—Sewing to do. First-class work guaranteed. Apply to M. Tate and R. Irvine, Room 16. WANTED—Brains in fifth hour History class. Apply to Mr. Smith. WANTED—A hair cut. R. O’Neil. LOST—A heart. Finder please return, as it has been promised to another. W. Campbell. WANTED—Leave of absence. Close con- finement to school building has ruined my health. R. Bradley.. WANTED—Something to do. Out of work at present. Willing, and capable of doing anything. C. Berry. page one hundred and fifty-seven He Mender Why this year’s chemistry classes have to work so hard. Why so many girls study physics. How Lewis S. likes arithmetic. Why Leon P. paused after the introduction to the second selection he played at rhetoricals. Why ’05 Seniors are so dignified. Why Nelson Gage worked so hard decorating for 05 dance. If any one was ever able to get excused from Vergil. If Tate had a nice time on the Zet bob-ride. Who would come out ahead if Mr. Findley and Vergil had a talk-fest. How many times during the year Chester took Ms German book home. If there will be any long trousers in Senior class of ’08. Whether the chaperone on the Zet bob-ride had a nice time or not. If Mr. Smith ever threw any one out of the window. What makes Helen Perkins so shy with the boys. What happened to Roy N.’s hair about the time the Zets were taking in new members. Where Ralph I. got Ms curls. Wasn’t he cute? Who the artists are among the Zets, who favor the Athenaeum girls with such fine (?) sketches. How Ruby C. liked playing “Ma.” Why the Flats think they are so important. Where H. Peckinpaugh got her laugh. What kind of order they have in Athenaeum meetings. What one of the boys meant when he said he had only counted on one seat for “Chick” on the Zet bob-ride. What the Zets would do without Tate’s ideas. If there ever was a more brilliant class than the fifth hour class in Mstory. If Charles S. is in love. His actions in history certainly lead us to think so. page one hundred and fifty-eight A is for Armstrong, who is never on time, B is for Berry, who always looks fine. C is for Campbell, our fine president, B is for Dram, who is on management bent. E is for Edwards, always a shark, F is for Fletcher, a real easy mark. G is for Gardner, that fine-looking boy, H is for Hart, who at all times is coy. I is for Irvine, on the Annual board, J is for Jaster, who always looks bored. K is for Kimmel, who speaks German quite well. L is for Lihme, so stylish and swell, M is fo Mehling, with long, curly hair, N is for Nash, who looks very fair. 0 is for Oakley, that cute little kid, P is for Perkins, with shy, drooping lid. Q we shall leave, and not write it at all, R is for Bipner, who plays good football. S is for Sprackling, our own little Orie, X is for Tate, merely helps in this story. U is for Ulmer, debater so fine, V is for Vaughn, who is also in line, w is for Wilson, that great actor man, X, Y, Z we’ll put under the ban. Now, please, dear Seniors, take no offense at these lines, For they were but written to make little rhymes. Hlpbabetical Sailors page one hundred and fifty-nine Quotations Warren Campbell—“Lightly from fair to fair he flew, and loved to plead, lament and sue.” Retta Canfield—“I am the very pink of courtesy.” Lucy Claire—“A modest little maid.” Nelson Gage—“When we know that with the ladies he is always raising Hades.” Hazel Garfield—“In habit of getting up late.” Myrtle Tower—“To know her is to love her.” Leon Parmenter, at Rhetoricals—“He looked unutterable things.” Helen Perkins—“Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.” Daisy Weston—“In angel-whiteness bear away those blushes.” Willard Price—“His look was mild, his speech was slow.” Grace Wines—“Meek and gentle am I.” Howard Pearse—“Small Latin and less Greek.” Miss Libbey—“Her bark is worse than her bite.” Senior Latin Students—“A horse! a horse! My kingdom for a horse!” Walter Greene—“His heart was open as the day.” Eugene Griese—“Who thinks too little and who talks too much.” Frances Horsburgh—“Get back, get back, thou pale student.” Chester Hutchinson—“He was six feet o’man, A-i.” Wanda Laubscher—“She is gentle, she is shy, but there’s mischief in her eye.” Marie Lihme—“She was quite a belle.” Mr. Smith’s desk—“Order is Heaven’s first law.” Mr. Schulte—“Kind words he ever had for all.” Ralph Wadsworth—“Come along with me, Willie, never mind the girls.” When we go to Geometry—“Den I shake and shiver.” Flats—“How green you are, and fresh.” page one hundred and sixty Quotations Here is the Gard(e)ner who weeds from his violin Sweet strains to soothe the weary. Helen Feuerstein—“A kind and gentle heart had she.” Grace Stute—“She lived at peace with all mankind; in friendship she was true.” Edith Odgers—“Her modest looks the cottage might adorn.” Matlock Tate, at Rhetoricals—“A patient little seamstress.” Helen Peckinpaugh—“Eyes dreamy and blue as the tranquil sea.” Jennie White—“Her air, her manners, all who saw admired.” page one hundred and sixty-one Paul Wilson—“Ever foremost in a tongue-debate.” Quotations Clara Gorman—“A light heart lives long.” Clara Hinz—“ ’Tis good to be merry and wise.” Rae Lichtenstader—“Happy am I. From care I’m free. Why aren’t they all contented, like me?” Martina Cushing—“In each cheek appears a pretty dimple.” Laura Edwards—“In her tongue is the law of kindness.” Robert Fletcher—“He was utterly without ambition.” Helen Bell—“Her stature tall.” Elsie Bohnard—“But, oh, she dances such a way; no sun upon an Easter day is half so fine a sight.” Raymond Mehling—“Then he will talk, good gods, how he will talk I ” Bertha Schroeder—“Merry as the day is long.” Florence Salbaum—“Learning by study must be won.” Florence Miller—“How sweet and fair she seems to be.” Ruth Miner—“A woman who is never spoken of, is praised the most.” Ruth Semple—“She doeth little kindnesses which most leave undone.” Lewis Spencer—“It is excellent to have a giant’s strength.” Roy Norris—“His heart and hand both open and both free.” Edward Oakley—“Who, being little, was not big.” Minnie Sweet—“A progeny of learning.” Herbert Kimmel—“I gazed upon her sweetly, for I think I do this sort of thing particularly neatly.” Myrtle Granger—“Her best companions—innocence and health.” Belle Hart—“A sweet, attractive kind of grace.” Emma Hess—“Officious, innocent, sincere.” Maud Grill—“If ere she knew an evil thought, she spoke no evil word.” page one hundred and sixty-two Quotations Lydia Deublin—“Be to my virtues very kind; be to my faults a little blind.” Mark Brum—“My heart is true as steel.”’ Mabel Goodaire—“She hath a daily beauty in her life.” Anna Evans—“Magnificent spectacle of human happiness.” Wallace Ford—“I am the shyest of the shy.” Laurence Gardner—“Aye, every inch a king.” Florence Adomeit—“Let’s be merry.” Grace Alexander—“Wot stepping o’er the bounds of modesty.” John Armstrong—“One must jest sometimes.” Charles Berry—“There’s no kind of thing in the universal world but what you can put your hand to.” Ralph Logan—“His life was gentle.” page one hundred and si.vty-three Quotations Daisy Ludwig—“For she was just the quiet kind, whose natures never vary.” Louis Lux—“He stood a spell on one foot, then stood a spell on t’other.” Frank Knight—“And I never larf and I never smile, and I never lark or play.” Margaret Kotz—“It more becomes a woman to be silent than to talk.” Gertrude Krauss—“She was a scholar and a ripe and good one.” Eileen Lyle—“There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.” Ella Rawalsky—“She can’t be wrong, whose life is in the right.” Edith Richter—“So wise, so young, they say do never live long.” Agnes Ring—“Like the stars, so bright.” Alma McNamara'—“We meet thee like a pleasant thought.” Winthrop Randall—“The Lord’s annointed temple.” Brace Beyer—“His faults lie gently on him.” Mabelle Blue—“Learned and wise.” Rachel Bradley—“I am sure care is an enemy to life.” Ruby Churchill—“Is she not passing fair?” Victor Conrad—“He wears the rose of youth upon him.” Agnes Wallace—“Modesty is woman’s greatest charm.” Mary Pearson—“She was rich in all gracious human sympathies.” Dorothy Pfister—“And one time a little girl had always laughed and grinned.” Jacob Ripner—“Within the book and volume of my brain.” Laura Cogill—“Woman is most perfect when most womanly.” Ralph Textor—“A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays, and confident tomorrows.” Carl Jaster—“Of their own merits modest men are dumb.” Ralph Irvine—“A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.” John Leighton—“Seldom he smiles.” Harry Mall—“A little more sleep and a little more slumber.” Evelyn Smith—“The light that shines in woman’s eyes.” Mabel Malloy—“ ’Tis a woman’s business to please.” Oscar Linn—“He nothing common did, or mean.” page one hundred and sixty-four Quotations Percy Hopper—“And of his port as meek as is a maid.” Maud Hann—“Give me a look, give me a face that makes simplicity a grace.” Leila Hinman—“She always likes some fun to see.” Gertrude Bemars—“She smiled on many, just for fun.” Mabel Egert—“Make sunshine in a shady place.” Anna Walton—“You will find a tulip of a woman to be in fashion when a humble violet is passed over without a remark.” Lillian Morrow—-“There are many lovable women, but no perfect ones.” Clay Baker—“It ain’t no use, Ma, I ain’t gain’ to try to be a dude no more.” Philip Sabin—“Naught that you can say can disturb my equanimity.” Jay Jackson—“Greater men than I may have lived, but I don’t believe it.” Joe Steverding—“Lean as a starved ghost; lone as a moral law.” Walter Greenwood, in Elocution—“My dearest love (?)” page one hundred and sixty-five Quotations Leo Ulmer—“Oh, what a noble mind is here.” Matlock Tate—“I am Sir Oracle. When I ope’ my lips, let no dog bark.” Lois Wilson—“A woman’s rank lies in the fullness of her womanhood.” Flossa Roper—“Serenity is the one thing that the world will never cease to exact of women.” Gertrude Koerner—“In purity and gentleness her spirit walks from day to day.” Ruth Lothman—“She was quick in her speech and bright in expression.” Agnes McCann—“ ’Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on.” Pierre White—“Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading.” Olive Heinbuch—“The humor of it.” Mr. Lothman—“He sits high in all the people’s hearts.” Jennie Paul—“A merry heart goes all the day.” JUST BEFORE THE EXAAV page one hundred, and sixty-six page one hundred and sixty-seven PERSON Nelson Gage........ Esther Christian. . .. Ralph Textor....... Helen Perkins...... Matty Tate......... Marie Lihme........ Warren Campbell... Oriole Sprackling... . “Teddy” Greene..... Ruth Lothman....... Laurence Gardner... Helen Peckinpaugh.. Leo Ulmer.......... Gertrude De Mars.. . Charles Smith...... Herbert K immel.... Myrtle Tower....... Leon Parmenter..... Charles Berry...... Ralph Irvine....... Mr. Findley........ Mr. Reed........... Mr. Smith.......... Mabelle Blue....... PERSONALITY Lively...... Bright...... Business-like Vivacious Enthusiastic. True........ Studious.... Impulsive Boyish..... Wide-awake. Genial..... Dreamy..... Leonine.... Curious.... Kiddish..... Sedate..... Lovable.... Pleasant.... Friendly.... Heart (y).. . . Vigorous.... Genial..... Pleasant.... Dignified.... STRONG POINT His laugh...... German......... Lessons........ Her grin....... Stage-managing Gard(e)ners. .. . The gavel...... Attractiveness. . Moleskins...... Talking........ His hair....... Her dimples.. . . Thinking....... Tact........... Gracefulness.. • . His quietness. • Friendship..... Geometry....... Business ability. Foolishness.... Language....... His fairness The girls in Room 18 Lessons........ NOTED FOR His noise............... Talking in class..... His goodness............. Her good nature.......... Starting things.......... Getting lost in the woods Curly hair............... Her dancing.............. His walk................. Her independence......... His good fellowship...... Her silence.............. Oratory.................. Her schemes.............. His small size........... His theological qualities.. Good nature.............. Music.................... Flattery................. Brightness............... Rapid-fire questioning... For his skating......... Jokes................... Quietness............... FAVORITE EXPRESSION OR SONG ‘There is no cause for sighing”... “Please go way and let me sleep”— “Come to order”.................... “Alan(dale)”....................... “I reckon”......................... “Lai! Lai 1 Lai!”.................. ‘May I please have this dance?”.... “Sweet Nell”....................... “When I go to college”............. “I didn’t hear”.................... ‘Sweet Marie”..................... ‘OJ For a good time”.............. ‘I think”......................... “My gracious”...................... “You fall on iron stakes, else!”... “When I am a minister”......... “Come chick, chick, chick.”........ “Oh, s’blood!”..................... “How would you like to be me?”.... “Want an ‘ad’?”.................... “Who, where, what, why, when, was—?” “Pardon me”........................ “Let’s go on”...................... “Why a-----------”................. LIKES MOST His studies. To yawn at sixth hour. To stop mischief. Green grapes. The South. Violin playing. Apartment houses on car lines. N-gagement. Things Fuller. A joke. Germans. Curly hair. To hear a good talker. Herself. A good laugh. Spiritual quietude. Berries. Birdie(s). Myrtle. Belle (s). To show us how ignorant we are. His girls. To watch us in the halls. To study. SEPTEMBER. 13. “Such a rustling and bustling,” ’Tis the first day of school. 14. “Haud mora.” The grind has begun. OCTOBER. 4. Football Game at Wooster—Wooster 4; East High School o. 8. Football—Lincoln High School o; East High School 23. 14. At last! The Senior class is organized. 28. Honor Rhetorical Exercises. Presentation of “Comus.” 29. East High School beats West High School in Football. Score, 2 to o. NOVEMBER. 5. East High School 35; Ravenna High School o. 17. W. Campbell, C. Berry and Elbert Williams, fourth hour, lead school in practicing yells and songs. 19. Central High School 5; East High School 38. 23. Thanksgiving Rhetoricals. A Senior Informal is held in Gym. 24-25. Vacation. page one hundred and sixty-eight 2. Athenaeum Society gives the Football team a spread. 6. Miss Hanna to class in English: “Please don’t remember that.” 8. Athenaeum Society is entertained by G. L. S., of Central High School. 2i. Averages are sent home. 23. Juniors give the Christmas Rhetoricals. Presentation of “Christmas Boxes” and “The Christmas Carol.” Juniors give Seniors an informal dance in the Gym. 28. Athenaeum Society entertains its Alumnae at a reception. Alumni Hop. ESStON VSMUU6.S REPORT IS SEEN BY PRTE.I , Page one hundred and sixty- nine JANUARY. Calendar 3. “Once more, dear school, I with rapture (?) behold thee.” 6. The Senior class relaxes its dignity and holds an exclusive party. 10. Annual Board begins its labors. 13. East loses its debate with Lincoln. Then, “Bend to your oars!” the teachers said To classes high and low; “For even the humblest efforts count To make the Annual grow.” —Inez Cutler. FEBRUARY. 10. Zets have a sleigh-ride. Oh, for a chaperone! 15. W. R. U. 18; East 13. Basket-Ball game. 17. The little “Flats” entertain. A reception is tendered their parents. Athenaeum Society holds a reception and dance for the G. L. S., of Central. 21. “My Lord in Livery” is presented at Rhetoricals for Washington’s Birthday. Mr. Findley states that he has never heard of flocks of cattle or a covey of swine, but that he has heard of schools of lobsters! Row, what did he mean by that? 22. Hooray! A holiday! 27. The rehearsal of the Athenaeum-Zetagathean play is begun. page one hundred and seventy MARCH. i. Athenaeum-Zet. committees for the play “get busy.” 3. Miss Black hopes that the time is far off when she will always be right. 9. Another Latin test gloriously covers the Seniors with defeat (or zeros). A. Bressler receives two tens in Geometry. 10. East High beats E. H. S., of Columbus, in a debate. 17. Myrtle Tower leaves school. 22. Pres. Faunce, of Brown University, addresses the school during the fourth period. “If you have tears, prepare to shed them now,” for the second term’s marks are sent home. 24. The “Zets” present “Tom Pinch” at Rhetoricals, What sweet girls! (R. Irvine, “Matty” Tate, P. White, and “Nellie” Gage.) 27. East is defeated in a debate with Central. Calendar APRIL. 3. The beginning of the end. 5. Miss Black’s classes are excused. 6. Solid Geometry classes are told that they may have an off-day. 7. Dark day. Miss B.: “It’s so dark, you’ll have to talk louder than that if you want us to hear.” The Bemostheneans lose their debate with the Junior boys of Central. 10. Mr. Smith has a dream, namely—The Annual Board could do nothing more to the Annual, so they went out to sea in it. The Annual, however, was so heavy that it sank, and alas! alas! the Board was drowned. 17. Cedric Wellstead “bites” at one of Mr. Smith’s riddles. 21. Rachel Bradley, assisted by Mr. Bradley, presents a scene from the “Hunchback” at Rhetoricals. 28-29. “My Friend from India” arrives. page one hundred and seventy-one Spring leather 6arl Reed How cold and drear one day it blows, How bright and warm another; One day we wear our winter clothes, And summer clothes the other. One mom a maid will sally forth Dressed like a Cinderella, Ere night, full well she knows the worth Of rain-coat and umbrella. We never know how cold ’twill be, Nor when old time’s cruel rudder Shall turn and cause each one to flee, Or stay outside and shudder. One noon a man declares he’ll roast, Because it’s eighty-seven; Next day he swears, by Caesar’s ghost, It’s dropped down to eleven. page one hundred and seventy-two C PATRONIZE OUR ADVERTISERS THEY HAVE PATRONIZED US page one hundred and seventy-three ----- 3 The New Home of the Spencerian c------------------- 475 Euclid Jtvenue, Corner Huntington St. In all the years that the Spencerian has been training young people for business it has never offered such advantages in build- ings, furnishings, equipment, courses of study and teaching force as at the present time. THE FOLLOWING ARE SOME OF THE SUPERIOR ADVANTAGES OFFERED: New buildings, erected for the exclusive use of the school in an ideal site on Euclid Avenue; new school furniture of the latest and best designs; an abundance of light and fresh air; one hundred new typewriters selected from the standard makes of the world; an office practice and banking department that rivals many banking houses; a model office equipped with labor saving devices; inter- communication work with office practice departments in ten large cities; modern courses of study and expert teaching force. The Spencerian has a national reputation for doing work of a high order and has trained 37,700 students for successful business careers since it was founded in 1848. It has continually an excess of applications for its graduates. More than 100 calls a month are received. There are exceptional opportunities for young men who take the complete business and short-hand course. The Spencerian offers you an opportunity to start life fully prepared to do the work that brings the largest returns. Call, write or phone for illustrated catalogue. 475-491 Euclid Jtoe. page one hundred and seventy-four Private Business School Browning Building, 412 Erie St. Maintains the high standard that satis- fies the discerning and critical student. This school teaches business only and in this work excels. Its plan and pur- pose is unique in many respects. Send for catalog and learn more about it. Watches Diamonds Goldwork Sterlingware THE WEBB C. BALL CO. Superior corner Seneca St. CLEVELAND Badges Trophies Class and Society Pins We made the pin you are wearing Collister Sayle BASE BALL OUTFITTERS = Collister Sayle BICYCLES and ATHLETIC GOODS Cuyahoga Building 317 Superior Street page one hundred and seventy-five The Cleveland Leader Is a Paper of Character. C.The best Amateur Sporting News Daily and Sunday J io cents by the week The Central Engraving Co. Vulcan Building CLEVELAND, O. Artists Engravers Electrotypers page one hundred and seventy-six SUPPLIES FOR ALL ATHLETIC SPORTS THE SPORTSMAN’S SUPPLY COMPANY 169 Prospect St., opp. Electric Bldg. s To Serve With Satisfaction s T RIGHT PRICES T o N SMART STYLES o N E E VARIED SELECTIONS C COURTESY C 0 N. O. Stone Co. 0 SHOEISTS 46-50 Euclid Avenue Wm. Meil DRY GOODS STORE 1365 Lexington Ave. cor. Russell O. M. Stafford Prest. Thos. G. Go«8, Vice-Prest. A. H. Bedell, Sec’y Treat. Ring Alarm Main 2146 If you need COAL, and our Fire Department will respond CHARLES ZETTELMEYER, Chief Clie ®. SP. Stafford anO (Boss Company GENERAL INSURANCE 601-607 Century Building Both Phones BRANCH OFFICES Corner Broadway and Willson and corner Woodland and Willson The Zettelmeyer Coal Co. 203 Beckman Bldg. Main 2146 Central 4045 page one hundred and seventy seven NEW SHERIFF STREET MARKET page one hundred and seventy-eight Wm. Meil Co. DRY GOODS STORE Louis Fuchs BAKER 412 Wade Park Ave. corner Genesee 367 Wade Park Avenue Near East High School Geo. S. Paine Jr. C. E. Paine Confectionery Light Lunches Tobacco, Cigars StationeiwPeriodicals Cigarettes, New York Base Ball Goods Chicago, and City Papers 686 HOUGH AYE. 566 WADE PARK AVE. 2tniiet£on,£ ©anctng Jjdbool The W. B. Davis Co. 124 OLIVE STREET Cor. Euclid and Olive Both ’Phones dt Men’s Furnishers C,The most successful school in the Hatters Shirtmakers city. Two teachers and two class Athletic Outfitters rooms. C.Individual attention, correct methods of instruction and congenial company make our SCHOOL A SUCCESS Students’ Matinee every Friday Afternoon from 3 to 5:30 21 Euclid Avenue page one hundred and seventy-nine N. Hyman C. A. Schafer Co. Groceries, Fruits and Vegetables GROCERS 791-793 Central Avenue Cuy. Central 2664 Bell Doan 57 Cuy. Central 2209 Bell East 346 453-455 E. Prospect St. Cuy. Central 4409 Bell East 137 677 Hough Ave. 187 Crawford H. Klaustermeyer Do you know COMPANY GROCERS W. J. Delaney? General HARDWARE and PLUMBING Phone Cuy. Central 6525 :: Phone Bell Doa� 60 Both ’Phones 695-697 Hough Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio Corner Hough and Crawford Road n C Bell Doan 358-J Cuy. Central 6474 T For the Choicest of Geo. L. Bivins Meats , FINELY EQUIPPED LIVERY AND FEED STABLE Poultry Oysters Etc. go to CARRIAGES FOR ALL OCCASIONS 203 Crawford Road COBBLEDICK'S 693 Hough Ave. €rtcfi£on £ tuMo 721 HOUGH AVE. EXCLUSIVELY “Not how cheap, but how good” HIGH GRADE PHOTOS FOR PARTICULAR PEOPLE page one hundred and eighty William Meil Co. James A. Fitzgerald Dry Goods, Notions and Furnishings JFfne pfiattnacnttfcaljS Lace Curtains and Oil Cloths Pure Drugs and Chemicals 412 Wade Park Ave. BOTH ’PHONES COR. GENESEE Dispensing of Prescriptions a Specialty Superior and North Genesee Streets A good place to do your Banking CKeep your Savings and Checking accounts where they will be absolutely safe and earn the highest rate of interest. The Genesee and Superior Branches of----------------------------- The Reserve Trust Company of Cleveland are very convenient to your homes and have the confidence and accounts of many of the teachers and officers of this school. CWe appreciate and make a specialty of these school accounts. Come in and consult us about any financial matter. We will help you. 4% on Savings Accounts 2% on Checking Accounts PAUL D. JONES, Ass’t Treas. Genesee Branch Superior Branch 393 Wade Park near Genesee 2080 Superior Street page one hundred and eighty-one Repairs, Alterations Dry Cleaning Dyeing and Pressing For both Men and Women Pettee Company 402 Wade Park Ave. ’Phones Bell Doan 983 L. Cuyahoga Central 2717 R BRANCH 662 Rose Building—Main 3757 J Central 7481 R mtik Grocers Bell Doan 1236 R Cuy. Centra! 2771W 375 Wade Park Ave. Carriages Furnished for all Purposes Moving, Expressing, and . Baggage Delivered C J12 Matron Co.- Livery, Boarding, and Feed Stable BOTH PHONES Wm. J. Kanagy, Manager 330 Wade Park Ave. CLEVELAND ’S LEOPOLD’S Great Store Every thing in I Furniture and Carpets Etc. Koch Henke 702, 704, 706, 708 and 710 LORAIN ST. corner JERSEY Largest FURNITURE STORE in Cleveland Lorain Street Cor. Rhodes Ave. page one hundred and eighty-two The Famous Call us up for estimates on your Belle Vernon Farms Catering Work. Devoted exclusively to the production of Table Milk. We invite the closest investigation and guarantee the purity OF OUR MILK SUPPLY Tel. Bait 536 Central 3168 r-’S n TNG 11 T L te Belle Vernon-Mapes Dairy Company 1312-14 Euclid Private Branch Exchanges Telling’s Ice Cream Sold Everywhere Central Institute DAY OR NIGHT :: FIFTY WEEKS A YEAR DEPARTMENTS «. (Engltei) Sixth, Seventh and Eighth Grades. C. Commercial Book-keeping, Commercial Law, Penmanship, Business Arithmetic, etc., Shorthand, Typewriting, Higher English. CL (Engineering Mechanical, Structural, Architectural Drafting; Steam, Structural, Civil and Electrical Engineering. CL College Preparatory Fits for College, Technical, Law, Med- ical and Dental Schools. CL ummer fecSool Review Classes in Preparatory branches as well as regular courses page one hundred and eighty-three D. O. Summers The A. Teachout Co. Cleaning Co. Mantels and Fire Place Goods Carpets cleaned Lace curtains cleaned Fancy waists and evening dresses dry-cleaned Window and Plate Glass Glazed Windows Doors, Sash, Blinds % 118-130 E. Prospect St. f I BRANCH OFFICES 238 Euclid Avenue 528 Broad Street, Elyria, 0. l - 42 to 48 Michigan St. CLEVELAND, 0. Crow Whitmarsh Phone Central 2616 W Phone Doan 542 L Ciigat B. JEWELER AND OPTICIAN Dry Goods “The Busy Store” High Grade Watch Repairing OPEN EVENINGS 661 HOUGH AVE. 4 to 12 Euclid Ave. Cleveland, Ohio Browning, King Co. Clothiers, Furnishers and Hatters Clayton A. Turner, Mgr. CLEVELAND, OHIO page one hundred and eighty-four PJ)otojs ty j etoman C.OUR PATRONAGE DEPENDS ON THE QUALITY OF WORK WE PRODUCE ; WE THEREFORE TAKE THE GREATEST PAINS IN PRODUC- ING THE HIGHEST QUALITY of WORK BOTH TELEPHONES USetoman £ tutito : : 143 CucltiJ Sttoenue page one hundred and eighty-five page one hundred and eighty-six Cuciiti ; toe.Cru£tCo. 84 EUCLID AVE.. 1308 CEDAR AVE. flDfficerja Hon, W. H. Crafts, President Parker Shackleton, First Vice-President H. D. MARBLE, Second Vice-President R. S. Thomas, Secretary-Treasurer G. J. Provo, Ass’t Secretary-Treasurer GEO. C. Nott, Mgr. Cedar Ave. Branch M. H. Nason, Attorney Banting Accounts are accepted from Banks, Bankers, Dep’t Corporations, Firms and Individuals. Saving Accounts of any sum from $1.00 to $10,000 Bep't are solicited and interest at the rate of 4 per cent, per annum is paid. Small saving accounts particularly are desired—auxiliary savings bank furnished. R al This department undertakes the care of real Estate estate; attends to the prompt collection of Bflp t rents and endeavors to relieve clients from all petty annoyances incident to the man- agement of property. Construction loans are solicited. Trists We are qualified and authorized to accept and execute trusts of any character. Trustees for municipal and corporation bonds. Regis- trar and transfer agent for stocks and bonds. Administrator,Guardian, Receiver, Assignee. Agent in the transaction of any financial business. Deposits May 3d, 1904 ..... $ 81,936.57 May 3d, 1905 ........... 773,919.16 Increase first year .... 691,982.59 Send your «LFILMS or plates to me. I do the quickest, best, and cheapest amateur developing and print- ing in town. I can save you from ten to fifty per cent, on your bills. Drop me a postal for prices and general infor- mation. It will interest you. Philip R. Sabin 89 Tilden Avenue Cuy. Phone I also dabble in Photographic Portraiture The Cowell Hubbard Company JEWELRY SILVERWARE, WATCHES AND CLOCKS, STATIONERY AND ENGRAVING, CHINA ART POTTERY AND READ- ING LAMPS, EYE GLASSES Euclid Corner Bond AUTOMOBILES STORAGE and REPAIRS CRESCENT BICYCLES SUPPLIES and REPAIRS BOTH PHONES Open all night S. Moore 160-162 Crawford Road sterling 2Belcb Company V CARPETS CURTAINS RUGS SHADES AND FLOOR CLOTHS UPHOLSTERY GOODS 12 14 Euclid Ave. CLEVELAND, OHIO page one hundred and eighty-seven To FORD’S we go For there we know Groceries are very low. Our cash well spent Helps pay the rent And saves from five to ten per cent. Ford Grocery Co. 405 and 407 Wade Park Ave. Both Phones J. C. CLARE |di)otograp|)er + ARTISTIC PHOTOGRAPHY platinum 144 Genesee Cor. Wade Park Perhaps as Alumni you will some- time find use for a sewing machine White All Improvements Send for Catalog The White Sewing Machine Co. 264 Euclid Avenue On your way home call at The Kaiser Candy Company Sundaes, Sodas, Chocolates, Etc., our specialty. 701 HOUGH AVENUE The Higbee Co. Dtp 600t)£ CWe are Headquarters for Shakerknit Sweaters and our Prices are lower than other dealers will quote you The Tuteur Co. 256 Superior Street page one hundred and eighty-eight ----“ Get Ready for Vacation C.Perhaps it’s glasses you need— or to have them refitted and repaired. If so, you know our service is the best. Uf not glasses, we have many other things to make your outfit complete. For instance: CLBird Glasses—For viewing and studying birds. CtField Glasses—Useful on nu- merous occasions. C,Spy Glasses—For seeing far- | away objects. | C,Magnifiers For studying flowers and insects. C.W aterman’s Ideal FountainPens —always good and always handy. Many other things, too, that will interest you WHITTLESEY: Optician 332 Erie Street V.______________________ Lunch Rooms We serve Luncheon at the Fatrmount Store 2279 EUCLID AVE. and at the Down-town Store 22,24,26 EUCLID AYE. CBox Lunches for all kinds of out-door life put up at any of our three stores The Chandler Rudd Company HIRAM COLLEGE®! HIRAM (COEDUCATIONAL) CBEAUTIFULLY LOCATED IN AN IDEAL COLLEGE TOWN, TWO HOURS’ RIDE FROM CLEVELAND ON THE LINE OF THE EASTERN OHIO TRACTION CO., OR ONE HOUR’S RIDE ON THE ERIE RAILWAY FOR INFORMATION ADDRESS PRESIDENT ROWLISON : Hiram, Ohio page one hundred and eighty-nine ®ijpJIallc®n)a®o. CL We are specially equipped with fash- ionable and exclusive attire for school boys and girls 89 95 dBucIlD atie. East High Book Store Keeps all kinds of High School Books School Supplies John Holland Fountain Pens Ice Cream Soda in season Orders for Goods Promptly Attended TO South o High School Building C.T. MANCHESTER, . 130 DECKER AVENUE Everything ready to try on except shoes CLEVELAND KINDERGARTEN TRAINING SCHOOL in affiliation with THE CHICAGO KINDERGARTEN COLLEGE C. Prepares high school graduates for Kindergarten positions. Two-year course. Apply now. For circulars f information, address MISS FARIS L E N D-A-H AND HOUSE 1065 CEDAR AVENUE The Cleveland Window Glass Co T oors Sash Paint Etc That’s all Nelson A. Sprackling Teacher of Organ Piano Bell East 1741-J page one hundred and ninety