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THE O. PRESS OF S. HUBBELL PRINTING CO CLEVELAND CONTENTS Annual Board .... Page 6 Introduction . . . . “ 8 Faculty ..... “10 Officers of Senior Class . . . “ 16 Seniors, Class of 1909 . . . “ 17 Commencement Speakers . . “ 52 Juniors, Class of 1910 . . . . “ 53 Sophomores, Class of 1911 . . “ 59 Freshmen, Class of 1912 . . . 65 Athletics . . . . . . “71 Societies . . . . . 89 Debates ......“ 98 Music . . . . . . . “ 99 Rhetor icals . . . . . “106 Alumni . . . . .“Ill Literature . . . . “125 Calendar . . . . . 173 Jokes.......................................“179 Advertisements . . . . “ 206 ANNUAL BOARD Annual Board WILLIAM G. SHARP (4) Editor-in-Chief AMY C. KENEALY (4) Assistant Editor CHARLES W. VILAS (4) • Business Manager DAVID B. HOPKINS (3) Ass’t Business Manager MILDRED A. KENDALL (4) • Joke Editor RHEA TALMAGE (4) Societies and Alumni HAROLD M. OLMSTED (4) • Athletics EDSON J. NOBLE (4) Art Editor GRACE A. AVERY (3) | GEORGE B. YOUNG (2) j- . Associate Editors DOROTHY M. ALBRECHT MISS J. CORA BENNETT (1) I MR. GABRIEL F. SMITH MR. PEMBERTON J. TWIGGS Advisory Board 7 BEFORE passing judgment on this book, the editors request that you consider carefully the points which are to influence your verdict. A school annual is valuable, not for what it is, but for what it represents. The fidelity of the representation is the quality on which the book must stand or fall. In preparing this annual, we have tried to emphasize the pleasant events of the past year, and to lose the other kind in oblivion. For there are un- pleasant features in school life, even though none of us have discovered them. This book, then, should call to your mind what you want recalled, and should ignore that part of your school existence which you, yourself, wish to ignore. This Annual should embody the part of 1909 that will be dear to you in later years, when you can no longer run through the old halls, or step on the tender grass. East High School Annuals have a character all their own, and you would not want it changed. Each year the editors try rather to improve on the books that have gone before, than to make each book radically different. This year we have tried to keep up to the high standard established in former years, and yet to make the book as new and original as possible. We have worked faithfully to justify the trust which you have put in us, and hope that you will not be disappointed with our work. Our connection with the Annual is now ended. It belongs to you, and to the whole school. The Editors. FACULTY Faculty MR. BENJAMIN U. RANNELLS Ohio Wesleyan; A. B., A. M. Principal MR.°DANIEL W. LOTHMAN Harvard'; A. B. Assistant Principal Latin MISS FRANCES A. ADAMS Vassar; A. B. Latin, Mathematics MR. WILLIAM J. DAVIS Music MR. ROBERT H. DAWSON University of Michigan; A. B. Football Coach English History MISS JULIA FENN Western Reserve; Ph. B. Latin MR. EDWIN LEIGH FINDLEY Buchtel; Johns Hopkins; A. M. Greek, Latin, French MRS. MATHILDE S. GROSSART German MISS HELEN G. INGERSOLL Lake Erie College; B. A. Latin MISS VICTORIA C. LYNCH Western Reserve; B. A., M. A. Latin MISS FLORENCE MUTCH Lake Erie College; A. B. Latin MISS MARY E. PARSONS Elmira; B. S. Radcliffe College, Leland Stanford University German MISS META W. PETERS Western Reserve; A. B., M. A. Mathematics, Latin MISS MARGARET PITTIS Valparaiso; B. S. Secretary MR. HERMAN SCHULTE, JR. University of Rochester; A. B., A. M. German, French MISS MARY E. WEST Mt. Union Librarian 11 FACULTY Faculty MISS FRANCES BAKER Xenia College; M. L. University of Chicago; Graduate Work English MR. LAMAR T. BEMAN Western Reserve A. B.; Ohio State A. M.; Wisconsin English MISS BERTHA MAY CRITCHLEY Vassar; A. B. History MR. CHARLES W. DISBROW Amherst; B. A. English History MISS BERTHA K. FISHER New Haven School of Gymnastics Physical Training MR. FRANKLIN J. GRAY Springfield Training School; B. P. E. Physical Training MISS MARY L. HANNA Lake Erie College English MR. CHARLES M. KNIGHT L. B. Civics, Economy, American History MISS KATHERINE L. O’GRADY Emerson College of Oratory Geneseo State Normal School Oratory MISS PEARL PALMER Maryland College for Women Spencerian Commercial School B. S. Shorthand, Typewriting, History MISS IDA J. PRALL Western Reserve; A. B. English MISS MIRIAM A. RUSSELL Vassar; A. B. English MISS GERTRUDE A. SANDERSON Western Reserve, A. B.; Radcliffe, A. M. English MISS MARY BEULAH SPENCER Cleveland School of Art Pratt Institute Applied Arts MISS LUCIA STICKNEY Oberlin; A. M. English, History MISS ETHEL M. STILSON Cleveland School of Art Columbia University Applied Arts MR. GABRIEL F. SMITH Western Reserve; Johns Hopkins; A. B., Ph. D. English, History MRS. MAUDE O. TRUESDALE Western Reserve; B. L. English MISS MARION E. WRIGHT Syracuse; B. A. English FACULTY Faculty MR. FRANK ABORN Worcester; Polytechnic Institute Drawing MISS J. CORA BENNETT University of Wisconsin; B. S. Chemistry MISS BERNARDINE BLACK Western Reserve; A. B. Mathematics MISS LUELLA L. CHAFFEE Western Reserve; A. B. Natural Science MR. JNO. A. EISENHAUER Western Reserve; A. B. Algebra, Geometry MR. CHARLES J. FOSKETT Brown University; Ph. B. Mechanical Drawing MR. HENRY F. HABER Baldwin-Wallace; B. S. Algebra MISS MARIA M. KELLY Western Reserve; Ph. B. Algebra MR. CLARENCE H. LANDER University of Michigan, Harvard; B. S. Manual Training MISS BERTHA M. LEE Western Reserve; Ph. B. Physics MR. HENRY L. PECK Algebra, Commercial Law MR. EDWARD L. RAISH University of Wisconsin; B. L. Harvard; A. M. German, Geometry MR. HAROLD BUSHNELL REED Oberlin; A. B. Physics MISS SARA SEATON Wellesley; B. A. Cornell; M. A. Botany, Physiology, English MR. WALTER V. SMITH Manual Training MR. P. J. TWIGGS Buchtel Bookkeeping, Commercial Arithmetic MR. HERBERT CARROLL WOOD Amherst; A. B. Physical Geography Faculty Manager of Athletics 15 CLASS OFFICERS 1909 Leonard Goss Treas. Margaret Warden Ass’t Treas. Henry Jaeger Sergeant-at-Arms Grace Monroe Cor. Sec’y Charles Vilas Rec. Sec’y William Sharp Pres Esther Taylor Vice Pres CATHERINE ESTHER TAYLOR “Estie” I leave thy praises unexpressed Classical (German) Vice-President of Senior Class Corresponding Secretary of Athenaeum CYRUS CLARK FORD “Cy” And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks Classical (German) Mandolin Club Executive Committee BERNICE SUTHERLAND Is she not passing fair? Classical (German) Athenaeum MELVIN DAVID KILMER, JR. Some men were born for great affairs Some men were born for small Some it is not recorded Why they were born at all Latin Scientific Zetagathean MIRIAM ELIZABETH GANSON “Meg” Behind a frowning providence She hides a shining face Classical (German) Athenaeum Zetagathean LAWRENCE CHESTER COLE The long and listless boy Classical (Greek) MARY E. DAVIDSON As gay as any Classical (German) Secretary of Glee Club HENRY WILBUR BOTTEN Hence! vain deluding joys Commercial DONNA INEZ RIES “Don” Ever gentle and as gracious Latin Scientific Athenaeum CLYDE A. PHILLIPS “Bus” Singing many a tuneless song Latin Scientific Cor. Secretary Zetagathean Class Day BESSIE MAE WHITE Betty” Common sense is the best indication of a sound mind Classical (German) Chorister of Athenaeum Executive Committee THOMAS T. HAVER, JR. “Long Tom” Brave, suffering soul Latin Scientific (German) Track team MARGUERITE MARY JENKINS “Marg” I have always said nature meant to make woman as its masterpiece English Scientific JOHN MORLEY NUTTING Held his head high, and cared for no man, he Classical (Greek) JESSIE L. BENTON “Bessie Jenton” A poor, lone woman Classical (German) CLEMENT ANDREW IRR Sober, steadfast, and demure German Scientific r MILDRED VIOLA EMPKEY “Millie” Has common sense in a way that’s uncommon English Scientific Athenaeum EDWIN JOHN NUSSDORFER “Ed” I was not shaped for sportive tricks Classical (German) Zetagathean RUTH E. GRAY None but herself can be her parallel Classical (German) HOWARD LEROY VICKERY “Pick” Young as I am, yet I would do my best Latin Scientific Captain Track Team ADELE UEHLING “Dolly” Here’s metal more attractive Classical (German) Class Day Athenaeum LILLIAN LUX “Loly” If small things may be compared with great Classical (German) Athenaeum Faculty Choice for Commencement EUGENE FRANK SAWYER “Gene” Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear Latin Scientific Zetagathean EDNA AGNES WILLIAMSON “Teddy” The secret of success is constancy to purpose Latin Scientific PHILIP LINDSLEY SMALL “Shorty” Little things are great to little men Latin Scientific (German) Zetagathean Mandolin Club JUNIATA R. BRISCO “June” Still I am learning Classical (Greek) Critic Athenaeum (second half) Faculty Choice for Commencement CARL WILLIAMS FULLER “Pete,” “Willie One of that ancient hero line Latin Scientific Zetagathean LILLIAN GROOM “Pudge” Blue eyed and fair in face Latin Scientific ORVILLE C. WALKER I never knew so young a body with so old a head Latin Scientific CORA ELIZABETH BARNARD “Betty” You were born for something great Classical (Greek) Athenaeum WILLIAM G. SHARP “Bill” Great wits are sure to madness near allied Classical (Greek) President Zetagathean Annual Board Central Debate President Senior Class Class Choice for Commencement EDSON JOHN NOBLE “Little Bright Eyes” Noble among the noble Latin Scientific (German) Annual Board Class Day Zetagathean Central Debate MILDRED ANGELENE KENDALL “Budge” How far that little (?) Kendall (candle) throws its beams Classical (German) Recording Secretary of Athenaeum Executive Committee Annual Board Class Day HAROLD McLAIN OLMSTED Brevity is the soul of wit Latin Scientific (German) Zetagathean Annual Board Mandolin Club Faculty Choice for Commencement RHEA TALMAGE Neither self-possessed nor startled, but betwixt this mood and that Classical (German) Annual Board Vice-President of Athenaeum Executive Committee Faculty Choice for Commencement HARVEY ADELBERT MORRIS In heaven’s name be somebody, even if to be somebody you must be yourself Latin Scientific Orchestra Mandolin Club CORINNE ESTHER BOWERS Oh, that those lips had language! Latin Scientific ETHEL LAVINA DICKINSON ‘‘Dick” Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Classical (German) Athenaeum HOWARD F. KNECHT “Kenny” Oh strange and elfish child, whence didst thou come? Latin Scientific (German) MARGARET MARY FARRELL “Peggy” The defect in her brain is just absence of mind Latin Scientific WALTER FREEMAN WHITMAN Oh wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother! Classical (Greek) Faculty Choice for Commencement IRENE HAZEL GROVER A face with gladness overspread German Scientific CLARENCE TURRELL FLESHER “Fletch” And laughter holding both his sides English Scientific Football Team Basketball Team CHARLES NELSON KRIEG Pretty and apt Classical (German) Zetagathean ESTHER ELIZABETH LUDWIG “Billy” I do not think vanity is a trait of my character Classical (German) MILDRED LOUISE KAPPLER “Mill,” “Babe,” “Bunch” There are two things I never worry about—those things I can’t help and those I can Classical (German) Sergeant-at-Arms of Athenaeum Class Day ROBERT CLARK ALLEN “Bob” First he woxe pale, and then he woxe red English Scientific Rec. Secretary of Zetagathean Orchestra MARGARET MARY WARDEN “Marquette” I can get no remedy ’gainst this consumption of the purse Classical (German) Athenaeum Assistant Treasurer of Senior Class JOHN WUFFLI “Dutch,” “Hans” Du bist wie eine Blume Commercial Course Baseball Team MARY EDITH TURNER A modest little maid Classical (German) GLADYS LOUISE BICKNELL “Bickie” Really, you have seen the old age of an eagle Classical (German) Athenaeum JEANNETTE DITTO “Jimmy” ’Twould be endless to tell you the things that she knew Latin Scientific ROBERT CHARLES HASSLER “Bob” Blow, till thou burst thy wind Latin Scientific Orchestra Mandolin Club West Debate Sergeant-at-Arms of Zetagathean SARA MILDRED PARR “Bonnie” And, when you stick on conversation’s burrs, Don’t strew your pathway with those dreadful “urs”! Classical (Greek) Athenaeum HAROLD JAY SANBORN “Red” With just enough of learning to misquote Latin Scientific (German) Zetagathean DANIEL MARSH McDONALD I am a sad man, and a serious Latin Scientific KATHERINE BARNES JENKINS Mirth, with thee I mean to live Classical (German) GRACE ANGELA MONROE “Peaches” Her face is fair, her heart is true Latin Scientific Athenaeum Corresponding Secretary of Senior Class Class Day JACOB NICOLAS WYCHGEL “Jake” A close mouth catches no flies Classical (German) Zetagathean CLARA MARY SHERWOOD I follow fame Latin Scientific ALFRED G. ALMASSY Curly locks, curly locks— Classical (German) Orchestra MARY ALICE DODD There is Alice, as quiet, as cool and as dignified As a smooth, silent iceberg, that never is ignified Commercial ELIZABETH MARKEY WALSH “Lil” Deep-versed in books Latin Scientific BURTON SARGENT DAKE “Buds” Eat moderately, breathe deeply, exercise out of doors, and get eight hours of sleep Cheer up! There is hope for you yet Classical (German) Zetagathean HERMANIA LUCILE DORN A quick brunette, well moulded, falcon eyed Classical (German) Athenaeum Faculty Choice for Commencement JENNIE LORENA MacKNIGHT “Jim “Kiddo,” “Honey Bunch” The smile that was child-like and bland English Scientific HENRY POLL JAEGER “Hank” As we advance in life, we learn the limit of our abilities German Scientific Zetagathean Sergeant-at-Arms, Senior Class Football Team ERVIN BREWER PALMER He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth Latin Scientific RUTH VIOLA LATIMER For me, I thank the saints I am not great Latin Scientific Athenaeum CARL FERDINAND BREITWEG Now the hungry lion roars English Scientific MARTHA ROBINSON PAYNE “Polly” The greater the chaos, the greater the merit in bringing forth order Classical (German) Treasurer of Athenaeum (first half) President of Athenaeum (second half) WILLIAM PAYNE LANDER Bill” Learning is but an adjunct to ourselves German Scientific Zetagathean RUTH LLEWELLYN FOOTE “Tuts” The beginning of wisdom is to be free from folly English Scientific OLIVER PERRY WARD More sinned against than sinning German Scientific GENEVIEVE MIRIAM LILLEY “Gen,” “Stoney” Quality, not quantity Latin Scientific Critic of Athenaeum (first half) Class Day STEPHEN GEIGER ROCKWELL It’s wiser being good than bad It’s safer being meek than fierce It’s fitter being sane than mad Latin Scientific WALTER MARSDIN WITHAM “Mars” I fear he will prove a philosopher when he grows old German Scientific FLORENCE LOUISE STEFFEN Beware of desperate steps Latin Scientific SADIE BURGESS A penny for your thoughts Classical (German) EDWIN JOHN PROBECK On their own merits, modest men are dumb Latin Scientific (German) MARIE SILLER “Jack” She was quick in her speed and bright in expression Classical (German) Athenaeum HOWARD SCOTT PARSONS “Pas” He has a lean and hungry look Latin Scientific Zetagathean ELMA MURAWSKY “Chuck” Girls we love for what they are Classical (German) Athenaeum ERMA CORINNE CHAPMAN Slow but sure Commercial FREDERICK ATTERBURY VAN DUZER “Van” The glass of fashion, and the mold of form; the observed of all observers Latin Scientific HELEN MATILDA RUOFF “Sooz” I would not waste my spring of youth in idle dalliance German Scientific HILDA VICTORIA VOKES “Pat” Silence is wisdom: I am silent then Classical (German) Athenaeum HERRICK HARRELL DYER Faith, I can cut a caper! German Scientific FRANCES COOK MORSE “Fan,” “Morsy” Her stature tall Classical (German) Athenaeum WILLIAM EDWARD DREXEL Read, mark, learn and inwardly digest Latin Scientific (German) ETHEL MAUD WELLS A light heart lives long Classical (German) MAUDE B. FAETKENHEUER So light of foot; so light of spirit Classical (German) Athenaeum RUTH SADIE GREGG Her voice is low and sweet Latin Scientific Athenaeum RICHARD BILLSON Dick” Very sweet and contagious i’ faith Latin Scientific Zetagathean HUGO A. ZIMMERMAN Zim” For thee, young warrior, welcome—thou hast yet some tasks to learn Commercial EDITH ELLA SEAVEY “Lavender” Red as a rose is she Latin Scientific BEATRICE GRACE DENNISH “Bee” I live and love, what would you more? Latin Scientific WILLIAM HART HAYT “Shorty” Alack, for lesser knowledge German Scientific Zetagathean EVABETH HOWK Her luxuriant hair—it was like the sweep of a swift wing in vision Latin Scientific ALBERT RUOFF “Al” Lively and ardent, frank and kind German Scientific Orchestra Class Day WILBUR GEORGE WEISS “Bill” A grain of sense, a grain of learning Commercial MARY ELLEN MEADE “Min” Reckless youth makes rueful age English Scientific CLIFFORD BENSON ORR “Cliff” To be Orr not to be Latin Scientific (German) CHARLOTTE O. PAULI “Charlie” Amusement to an observing mind is study Classical (German) Athenaeum JOHN MORRIS WARNER “Jack” Beware, young raving thing! German Scientific AGNES LOUISE FETZER In her tongue is the law of kindness German Scientific IDA ISABELLA HAWKINS Fair quiet, have I found thee here Commercial LESLIE JAMES DAWES Some weaker pupil you must find Classical (Greek) ROY JAMES KOPLIN Somebody’s darling, so young and so bold Latin Scientific (German) Treasurer Zetagathean Chairman of Executive Committee MARY DAVY HAYES As merry as the day is long Classical (Greek) Athenaeum JESSE J. MITCHELL Eternal smiles his emptiness betray Latin Scientific (German) SPENCER DUDLEY CORLETT All graceful head so richly curled Classical (German) West High Debate Zetagathean Track Team RUTH LILLIAN DICKS “Dixie” When she seems to be joking, to be sure she’s in earnest Commercial RANSOM GURDEN MILLER, JR. “Fat” Gaily the troubadour touches his guitar Latin Scientific Mandolin Club Football Team Augustus McDaniel That I have done, it is myself to blame Latin Scientific Football Team ETHEL M. ASHDOWN Better late than never Latin Scientific CARRIE BELLE McGREGOR Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud that beautifies Aurora’s face English Scientific ALBERT BENTON ELLIOTT So wise, so young, they say, do never live long Latin Scientific Zetagathean FILOMENA MAY MELARAGNO “Filos” Speech is great, but silence is greater Commercial HORACE HOBART BUGGIE “Buggs” A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! Classical (Greek) Manager Baseball Team Zetagathean Executive Committee Class Day JAMES CHARLES PROSSER “Jimmy” What shall I do with the girl proposition German Scientific Football Team Captain Basketball Team Baseball Team ELMER FIX “Fairy” Sweet bird that shunnest the noise of folly English Scientific (German) MARY MAGDALENE REGAN “Midget” All musical people seem to be happy, English Scientific ROGER THORPE PECKINPAUGH “Peck” They laugh that win German Scientific Basketball Team Football Team Captain Baseball Team EMIL REICH Too good to be true Latin Scientific (German) HALLENE M. BABCOX “Bab—Babbie” I know on which side my bread is buttered Classical (German) KATHLEEN WEBB “Dick” She was quite a belle Classical (German) Athenaeum NORMAN AVERY BOYLE The first requisite in saintship, is that you should be a good sinner Classical (German) Zetagathean Manager Basketball Team JULIET THORNE HART “Jule—Sweet Heart” I know my words are wild Classical (Greek) Class Day Athenaeum RALPH E. BAUMAN A mother’s pride, a father’s joy Classical (German) Zetagathean Manager of Football Team FLORA ETZENSPERGER “Mont” Study to be quiet Classical (German) LEONARD FREDERICK TRAVIS A man possessed of splendid talents Latin Scientific (German) HELEN ANGELA CARROLL “Babe” I am my mammy’s ae bairn Latin Scientific LORETTA VIRGINIA BURNS “Totta” O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance English Scientific LEONARD K. GOSS “Bogie” A blooming boy, fresh as a flower Classical (German) Football Team Treasurer Senior Class ' Baseball Team Zetagathean CLAUDE D. WALTZ “Damon” And even his failings lean on virtue’s side Latin Scientific Zetagathean ARTHUR W. MANHEIM “Art” And if he is not in love with some woman, there is no believing old signs Commercial ELIZABETH EASTMAN “Betsy” Infinite soul has its infinite woe English Scientific HARRY WILLIAM HAVER Let his lack of years be no impediment Commercial GLADYS MADELEINE DAVIS “Gladiolus—The Widow” A lady that loves talking so incessantly, she won’t give an echo fair play Classical (German) Athenaeum ROLAND EMERSON HART “Big Hart” The rank is but the guinea’s stamp: The man’s the gowd for a’ that. Latin Scientific Orchestra ETHEL MAY SLADE It seems to me that you are in some brown study Classical (Greek) ETHEL MAY NEWBURN I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice Classical (German) Athenaeum MARC RESEK Oh, what a pure and sacred thing is beauty German Scientific Mandolin Club GENEVIEVE MURPHY In thy face I see the ways of honor, truth and loyalty German Scientific GEORGE ADAMSON ALPAUGH Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight Latin Scientific (German) CHARLES WYLIE VILAS “Chas” Who but hung to hear the rapturation flowing free Classical (Greek) Central Debate Secretary of Senior Class Mandolin Club Vice-President Zetagathean Annual Board Faculty Choice for Commencement ADRIANA PUTNAM TAPPEN “Ada” “Ad” “Putty” I muse on joy that will not cease Classical (German) Athenaeum AMY CATHERINE KENEALY I have marked a thousand blushing apparitions start into her face Classical (Greek) Annual Board President of Athenaeum (first half) Treasurer of Athenaeum (second half) Class Choice for Commencement WILLIAM BURT KENNEDY Very reverend sport, truly Latin Scientific Zetagathean Class Day DARWIN ASHMUN JUDSON “Jud” Have something to say, say it, and stop when you are through English Scientific Official Mover Track Team MARGUERITE TIMBERLAKE “Chic” “Chiclet” From the crown of her head, to the sole of her foot, she is all mirth English Scientific HELEN C. GRUTE A life that moves to gracious ends Classical (Greek) CURTIS McNAUGHTON HARSH “Fat” A rosy blonde Latin Scientific (German) Manager Track Team FRANCES KING COLLISTER “San Francisco” A still, small voice Classical (German) HUGO HENRY LUX “Hog” How use doth breed a habit in a man (referring to a French “steed”) German Scientific FLORENCE AMANDA HANSEN Her face is full of woe Commercial RUTH ELEANOR DAY There is nothing more universally commended than a fine “day” Classical (German) Glee Club PAUL HENRY VOTH And listens like a three-year’s child Latin Scientific (German) Zetagathean GERTRUDE HAMBURG “Gert” A dainty dimpled darling Scientific (English) GEORGE JOSEPH SPANGLER “Spanny” None named thee, but to praise thee Latin Scientific LAURA MAY RIEBEL “Luda” Whistling girls and crowing hens always come to some bad end Classical (Greek) Athenaeum Class Day MARTHA MARY HURLEY All things here are out of joint English Scientific ERLE MONROE PATCHIN Type of the wise, who soar but never roam Latin Scientific (German) ALMA M. COYNE “Babe” And join with thee, calm, peace, and quiet English Scientific JEANNETTE STOUGH AGNEW “Buster” If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again Classical (Greek) VERA PAULINE SCHWAN “Mousie” Few words suffice Latin Scientific JEANNETTE STOUQH AGNEW VERA PAULINE SCHWAN JAMES CLARENCE AHLMAN “Clare” Suffused with blushes Latin Scientific (German) Baseball Team Captain of Football Team WALTER ALMER BARROWS Lost and bewildered in a fruitless search Latin Scientific GRACE MARY BOWDEN “Gypsy” A bonnie lass, I will confess Latin Scientific JAMES RYDER BRENNAN “Jim” In his youth he had the wit Latin Scientific (German) Baseball Team EDITH LA RETTA COTTON Her voice was ever soft, gentle and low; an excellent thing in woman Latin Scientific GERTRUDE CELESTIA HAWKINS For she’s my bonnie Irish lass Latin Scientific BERTA HOERNER She has a voice of gladness Latin Scientific Glee Club EDNA MARGARET KENNEDY “Ned” I’ve done my duty and I’ve done no more Classical (Greek) SHERMAN AMOS MANCHESTER “Sherm” Bring me to the test Latin Scientific OLIVE PAYNE My errors shall be of the head, not of the heart Classical (Greek) LIONEL SIDNEY PECK When shall I feel peckish again? Scientific JOHN ROCKWELL “Jock” Like him that travels, I return again German Scientific PAUL KINGSBURY WADSWORTH “Polly” By fits and starts Latin Scientific (German) POST GRADUATES Hannah Lois Grant........Commercial Lucy Lutton Kathryn Marie Robinson Frederick Ferdinand Walther. , Scientific COMMENCEMENT SPEAKERS Juniors—Class of 1910 WELL we, the Juniors, have climbed one more step towards the long-looked-for goal of being mighty Seniors. When we see the Sophs and Flats taking a book strap full of books home (to study out of) we remember the time when that was one of our characteristics. But now we never use a book strap, to show that we’re past that stage—the pocket’s the place. Nor do we wear peanut caps any more, but derbies. It may be that we wear sporty suits, but still we’re no cheap sports, for look what a grand time we showed the Seniors. Even if the floor was a little too small, still the ices were fine and helped to keep up the spirits—so did the cozy corners and—? Ah! and there’s the ath- letics! What would they be if it wasn’t for the husky Juniors? Why there’d be nothing to them. And as for the afternoon sessions, why the Jun- ior teachers never have to stay in the afternoons—just go and ask them once. Did I hear some one say that Juniors ever flunked? I hear a silence which implies, of course, that we never do. Now we listen very attentively (?) at rhetoricals and picture to ourselves what a fine show we’ll make when it comes our turn (only dreaming). And although our elocution lessons were few and far apart towards the latter part of the year, still our time will come. (Isn’t it awful, Mabel, how we missed them!) We no longer hurry through the building to get to a recitation before the tardy bell, neither do we come late to school, nor do we worry our teachers by silly pranks. (Now isn’t that so?) But here’s to the class of 1910 and the wish that every other Junior class may be as large and fine as this one. S3 Juniors—Class of 1910 Aborn, Marjorie Adams, Corinne Frances Adams, Hewitt Cecil Alton, George Ford Apple, Louise Andrews, Sherman Baird Aring, Elmer Ernest Armstrong, Nell Avery, Grace Arlene Austin, Julia Heaton Badger, Allen Carl Barrett, Darwin Sherwood Bartlett, Florence Emily Baumann, Jacob Philip Beattie, Roberta Frances Beck, Stella Lillian Becker, Reinhold Erich Bennett, Ethel Ann Bennett, William Steams Bighouse, Marie Geraldine Bill, Clifford Ernest Black, Howard Walker Blair, Hugh Malcolm Blesch, George Herman Bluem, Elsie Estelle Blum, Miriam Stern Boddy, Ross McDonald Boggis, Martha Bradley, Louise Mae Brady, William Edward Brown, Harriet Mildred Burke, Eleanor Marie Burridge, William Austin Buzek, Arthur James Carrier, Harold Ray Casey, Joseph Peter Castner, Wave Temma Chandler, Frank M. Chapman, Pauline Chapman, Rena Eldora Chase, Alice Elizabeth Church, George Andrew Churchill, Esther Louisa Clement, William Edward Coath, Eva Alice Cool, Howard M. Coons, Marjorie Fannie Couch, Charles Robert Coulton, Mildred Louise Cozens, Bettie Wolff Creedman, William Harry Creer, Julia Theresa Cuddy, Jeffrey Culp, Henry Strong Cummer, Robert G. Dalgleish, Marcella Dalton, Kirke Bradwell Davie, Maurice Rhea Davis, Mable Carrie de Beauclair, Lawrence Wm. DeHeck, Irene Hayes Dissette, Ruth Marguerite Donkin, Edward Brydon Doyle, Thomas Heydon Dressier, Walter Carl Dudley, Edyth How Duff, Elizabeth Duncan, Warren Swindell Egert, Howard Henry Ellison, Lida Marion Esch, Kathryn Ottelia Esch, William J. Etzensperger, Ethel Farnsworth, Charles Dudley Feldman, Arthur Joseph Fowler, Daniel David Fralick, May Bernadette Franz, Ethan Wendel Philip Fretter, Lester Frank Frey, Raymond William 54 Juniors—Class of 1910 Fuchs, Louis Charles Fuller, Ralph Theodore Funk, Dwight Orville Gafney, Grace Mary Gager, Adelbert Foster Geer, Camilla Theresa Gilchrist, Frederick Wells Gillmore, Mary Jane Gleichman, Cedric Glick, Twyla Helen Glueck, Mabel Meriam Goepfert, Tula Josephine Goodman, Hilda Selma Gorsline, Georgia Marguerite Gould, James Alfred Goulder, Grace Virginia Goulder, Jean Barbara Gram, Albert Peter Granger, Ruth Helen Greene, Linda Genevieve Hafemeister, Bessie Louise Hagedorn, Arthur Fred Hanshue, Ruth Madeline Hartley, Roy Julius Hartwell, Marguerite Hathaway, Margaret Ruth Hawkins, Laura Elizabeth Hawkins, Mary Sarah Heagan, Margaret Genevieve Heintz, O'rla Heller, Abby Elizabeth Hendershot, Jasper Perry Hennan, Mary Herbkersman, Charlotte Mary Herm, Karl' August Hill, Florence Phillipa Hoek, Edward Walter Hoff, Madeleine Frances Holmes, Noel Carlisle Hopkins, David Bevan Horan, Marie Martha Horner, Louis Edward Horner, William Wattles Horsburgh, Robert George Horsburgh, Thomas Percival Hostetter, Anna Marie Hunt, Pauline Helen Irr, Anthony Joseph Jaeger, Carl Henry Jenkins, Albert Henry Jenkins, Frances Griswold Jewitt, Homer Moore Keeler, Horace Keenan, Mary Anna Kenworthy, Howard Garver King, Nellie Elizabeth King, Octa Arlene Kirby, Edmund Joseph Kirian, Sylvia Julia Kirkwood, Ruth Richmond Kloepfer, Hazel Knobloch, Hilda Margaret Koehler, Fred William Kohl, William Edward Kos, Alfred Sylvester Krauss, Edwin Anthony Kunz, Helen F. Lang, Roberta Amy Lederer, Henry Lemon, Leon Bunyan Lerch, Mary Claire Liebing, William Lindus, Carrie Whipple Long, Thomas Joseph Lyttle, Rylma Carolyne McCracken, Florence Hazel McCreary, Arlowene Isabella McKitterick, George Nunn McPeck, John Kendall Madigan, Irene Louise ss Juniors—Class of 1910 Madigan, Walter Bailey Manning, Russell Charles Manzelman, Earle Henry Marcuson, Dora Martin, Bessie Luella Marvin, Marguerite Maskey, Fred Marcus Mathews, Helen Leland May, Clarence Ruedy Meermans, Howard John Mega thy, Ruth Merrett, Merle Douglas Miller, Helen Moore, George Lanckton Morgenstern, Norma Mulhern, Ruth Helen Mulligan, Genevieve Marie Mutch, Gertrude Katherine Narwold, Carl Fred Nussdorfer, Theodore Jacob Nutting, Lillis Ruth Ockert, Paul Joseph Oldham, Laura May Onstine, Hazel Estelline Orr, Walter Charles Oster, Frances Margaret Park, Anna Marguerite Peairs, Thomas Walter Peckinpaugh, Louise Harley Pickering, Sam Fisher Pierce, Clay Bennet Pond, Ralph Herbert Price, Dorothy Margaret Radtke, Courtlandt James Redding, William Charles Reeve, Hazel Carwedine Rehark, Chauncey Cleator Repp, Arthur LeRoy Rich, Ruth Ernestine Richards, James Hinckley Richardson, Encell Campbell Roberts, Edith Alice Roberts, Warren Keim Robesen, S. Weltha Roche, Walter Rolland Rogers, Alice Mabel Romanis, Harold Roodhuyzen, Violet Beatrice Royce, Gardner Ryan, Joseph Leo Samman, George Sanderson, Vida Salter, Helen Marjorie Schmell, Alice Anna Schulz, Alvina Bertha Schwarzenburg, Ruth Scott, Waid William Seelbach, Marie Louise Sharp, Margaret Sheahan, Clare Isabelle Shriner, Marie Lucille Sill, Eleanor Margaret Sinek, Herbert Lawrence Sloan, Verna Belle Smith, Glenn Andrew Smith, James Campbell Sohl, Frederick Omega Solomon, Wornick Wallace Spalding, Russell Spero, Ethel Sponseller, Florence Adelia Stadden, Queen Margaret Steele, Mureal Mossie Stevens, Don Lorenzo Stevens, Gladys Elizabeth Stidger, Mildred Stohlmann, Irene Louise Strohm, Ely Frederick Strong, Theodore Stevens Sullivan, Adaline Tayler 56 Juniors—Class of 1910 Tawney, Harry Carbaugh Tewksbury, Roger Greene Thompson, William Stirling Thomsen, Edna Bertha Tozer, Dorothy lone Trope, Alexander George Viesey, Gladys Della Walker, Eleanor Beatrice Warburton, Cowin Weatherhead, Albert John Webster, Clyde Henry Wedow, Charles Love Wells, Rhea Blythe Whiting, Samuel Charles Wick, Joseph Reed Wilhelm, Alma Elaine Wilkins, Eleanor Wills, Harold Edward Wills, Laura Elsie Wilmot, Bessie Ellen Wiseman, Grace Marie Wiseman, Sylvester Edward Witzel, Dorothy Hopper Wolfkill, Frances Louise Wright, Carey Alden Wurzbach, Genevieve 57 'FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE. ANGUS PEAR TO TREAT) THERE'S MO PLACE LIKE HOME.' EARLY TO BED. EARLY TO R SE, K AR 5 A MAM HRALTHY, WEALTHY+VVlSE IF AT FIRST YOU PONY SUCCFUD TRY, TRY AC-AIN’ a 13ETTEU LATE THAW NEVETV' ieK0R RCB IS BEiss.1 AA A'RffA'RE-T HATVP O. 58 Sophomores—Class of 1911 SOPHOMORES! It’s a queer term. The first part means wise, saga- cious. This is entirely satisfactory to every one, I am sure. The second seems to mean just the opposite, foolish. As we always choose the best, we will ignore the latter. This is because we be- lieve that we have learned much since the days of innocent flatdom. Then we became agonized over algebra, and now we even enjoy drawing those funny figures in geometry. It seems ages since we first came to East High, proud of coming, but quaking inwardly over our greenness. This year we assembled in the halls and openly rejoiced at the worried appearance of the flats as they wandered aimlessly over the building on the first day. But now all is changed. We go to class daily, and cheerfully abuse and maltreat Caesar, an ancient gentleman of whom we know very little. It seems a shame to hit a fellow when he’s down and out; but, I am sorry to say, this is what we delight in doing. Then there’s “As You Like It,” (which we do like more than some other English work that has been taken up). This is entertaining for those who like blank verse, but there are parts which are very blank to some of us. Midyear exams were unusually easy and we have no fear of finals, at least not for some time to come. So with rosy dreams of some day becom- ing Seniors we grind on, and besides “deriving the full benefits from a high school education,” manage to get a pretty good time out of life. MARWRET -SHftRT. 59 Sophomores—Class of 1911 Abbott, Earl Raymond Abell, Martha Winnie Abels, Clara Blanch Alexander, Doris Elizabeth Alldridge, Nellie May Anderson, George Samuel Andrus, Dorothy Marie Arey, Jack Haywood Arms, Thomas Seelye Baehr, Lester Williard Baer, Gertrude Anspach Barger, Everett Walmer Barnhardt, Mary Margaret Bauder, Helene Beardslee, Flora Sterling Bigelow, Mark McLain Billenstein, Myra Lillian Bishop, Robert Spitzer Bittner, Elsie Aloise Blair, Janet Kirkpatrick Blenkhorn, Carl William Boddy, Carrie Edna Boyd, Hugh Meredith Bradley, Harriet Loranna Brothers, Hazel Elizabeth Brown, Jeannetta Frances Brown, Rowena Birdsall Bruce, Dorothy Winifred Burgess, Agnes May Burke, Helen Lucy Burrows, Ethel Ida Burton, Ruth Lillian Businger, Paulene Magdalene Butler, Julia Lucille Cain, Walter Robert Calhoun, Clara Mildred Cash, Albert Arthur Clark, Ruth Mildred Clement, Ernest James Climo, Myrtle Theresa Cochran, Helen Mildred Cohen, Mildred Bernice Connor, Mary Jane Connor, Winifred May Coombs, Lydia Genevieve Corlett, Harvey Albert Crawford, Letha Valera Daniel, Frederick Robert Daniels, Edgar Eugene Daniels, Roger Urech Davenport, Clyde LeRoy Davies, Florence Margaritta Davis, Henrietta Lucille Dayton, Neil Avon de Beauclair, Adelheid Rose DeGallier, Adele Irene Dellinger, Marie Ruth DeOtt, Norma Marie Diemer, Clarence Peter Dill, Marian Evelyn Dodd, Ethel May Doig, Ruth Belle Dollmger, Ethel Marie Doyle, Charles Clark Drake, Walter Earle Dressier, Amanda Louise Drucker, Darrell Irving Drucker, Delos Elliott Drummey, Clara Lucile Dunham, Lloyd Clyde Dunne, Vera Belle Dustin, George Miller Eckhardt, Henry Alvin Edge, Evelyn Pope Eging, Anna Eva Eibler, Helen Marguerite Elliott, Mabel Claire Elliott, Olive Honor Ellison, Lillian Alice Empkey, Herbert W. 60 Sophomores—Class of 1911 Englander, Jeane B. Ertel, Elton Hoyt Evans, Florence Boss Evans, Marguerite Verena Evans, Sarah Jane Feil, Anna Feil, Ara Mae Fenner, Alfred James Findlay, Albert Christy Fischer, Charles C. Fix, Marie Elsie Fleck, William James Ford, David Knight Ford, Paul Hammond Foster, Robert Hiram Freienstein, Elsa Antoinette Fritz, Lena Emily Frost, Ira Chester Fuller, J. Sterling Fulton, Helen Elizabeth Gales, Nathan William Garrett, George Basil Geer, Clarence Leroy Gilbert, Esther Lucile Glasgow, Ruth Anna Goerss, Alma Amanda Goodfellow, Alice Ruth Goulder, William Herron Goulding, Dorothy Olive Grant, William Raymond Greening, Fannie Elizabeth Gregory, Saloma Sylva Grether, Louis Elroy Groman, George Gross, Nelson Nedward Hach, George Homer Hagedorn, Clarence Edward Hagen, Milton Abe Hall, Myrta May Hamel, Bertha Mary Hammer, Helen Hanks, Raymond Theodore Hatcher, Harry Tuthill Haver, Helen Louise Hawkins, Agnes Josephine Hayes, Francis Thomas Heberlein, Caroline Hecker, Amelia Elizabeth Heiman, Muriel Louise Herbert, Kathryne Anna Herbert, Thomas John Hickox, Leroy Darce Hicks, Clarence Raymond Higley, Frank Raymond Hill, Dudley Newton Hill, Eugene Warner Hill, Georgianna Marguerite Hoffland, Frank Leonard Hoffman, Ruth Tabitha Holman, Frank Cragin Hook, Edith Christine Hook, Gullie Caroline Horner, James Richey Hull, Leslie Mark Hummer, Eva Frances Huning, Arthur White Huning, Harry Charles Hunt, Paul Benton Hunter, Jessie Cameron Hutton, Doris Louise Irwin, Eleanor Jane Job, Myrtle Evelyn Johnson, Raymond Washington Keenan, Herbert Aloysins Keevan, Corrine Julia Keifer, Amalia Kelley, Ella Bernice Kennedy, Josephine Clare Kepner, George Raymond Kingsley, Telford Klein, Florence Hattie Kline, Morris William 61 Sophomores—Class of 1911 Knight, Hazel lone Knisley, Jesse Miriam Knobel, John Konrad, Irene Sophie Kramer, Ralph Joseph Kunze, Antoinette Francis Larson, Elmer Carl Leavenworth, Edwin Hector Less, Gertrude Winifred Lewis, Helen Bartlett Llewellyn, Dora Agatha Llewellyn, Elizabeth Blanche Llewellyn, Windsor Waller Longsdorf, Margaret Elizabeth Lux, Edna McArt, William James McDonough, Lawrence McGinty, Joe John Mcllvried, Helen Marguerite McKenney, John Patrick McKitterick, Louise Altheah McKitterick, Russell John McMahon, Merle Elizabeth McManus, Virginia Marchand, Ruth Ada Matthias, Alma Isabel Mau, Lucile Hattie Mealey, Ruth Margaret Meaney, Allan Danforth Meckes, Verna Vernice Meil, William Douglas Meyer, Erma Gertrude Miller, Frank Joseph Miller, Joseph G. Millhoff, Clarence Dimmick Mizer, Clarence Edward Moore, Raymond Harrington Moorehouse, Frances Alberta Morris, Robert Stephen Muehlhauser, Bertha Mullally, Rose Munz, Bertha Mathilde Murray, Mildred Alice Murray, Philip Freeman Newhall, George Tipton Nichols, Mabel Frances Nungesser, Ralph Alfred Nusbaum, Helen Einstein Oettinger, Walter Joseph Oldag, Florence Edith Oliver, Hortense May Oram, Nathalie Jane Ortlieb, Florence Caroline Ovington, William James Paden, Marian Louise Page, Minnie Iola Pallat, Herbert Henry Palmer, Carolyn Parkhurst, Howard James Parrish, Amos Wilbur, Jr. Parthemer, Gail Fern Pasig, Ella Wilhelmina Pauli, Irma Emma Peck, Jessie Elizabeth Peterson, Thorwald Hellick Petrie, William Sutherland Phillips, Victor Bourn Pickett, Blanche Florence Porter, Clarence William Porter, Walter Howard Potts, Donald Conway Pratt, Charles Joseph Preston, Bruce Brooks Price, Hazel Elise Price, Melville Wolf Probeck, Helen Marguerite Prosser, Guy Worthington Radcliffe, Percey Lace Redington, Fay Luree Rehark, Helen Louise 62 Sophomores—Class of 1911 Reich, Isadore Reisman, Ruth Dorothy Richardson, Fred William Rogers, Frank Hartman Rosenberger, Clifford Harry Ross, Emma Lillian Adeline Ross, Norman McDonald Rothgery., Leo Joseph Royce, Mary Davis Ruddy, Mary Ruple, Katherine Elizabeth Sack, Hazel Helen Samman, Helen Carolyn Sawdey, Jane Miles Sawyer, Kenneth Frederick Scarff, Thomas Douglas Schmehl, Katherine Margaret Schmitt, Walter Jacob Schutthelm, Mildred Helen Seavey, lone Coe Seiders, Helen A. Shaner, Helen Marguerite Sharp, Milton Kirk Shimansky, Karl Kirk Shumway, Wallace A. Siebenharr, Edythe Sylvia Sifting, Marion Rose Sinderman, Florence Hermine Slater, Helen Mary Smith, Alfred Henry Smith, Dorothy Smith, Hazel Mae Smith, Helen Genevieve Smith, Kent Hale Smith, Sylvester Leroy Stage, Raymond George Steigerwald, Carl Anton Stilwell, Norma Helen Stratman, Florence Matilda Strauss, Cecil Striegel, Celia Marguerite Strong, Grace Adelaide Storey, Bernadette Catharine Story, Clarence Thomas Stow, Harlow Howard Stwan, Sidney R. Sutherland, Maud Ella Sutorius, Leonard Tegner, Florence Tengler, Elsie Bernice Terry, Beatrice Alice Terry, Julia Atkinson Thomas, Helen Catherine Thorman, Harold Marx Tonnies, Arthur Anthony Tousley, Electa Florida Tracy, Elizabeth Elitia Treter, Howard Arthur Tyler, Miriam Streator Vokes, Evelyn Jane Wagner, Elizabeth Clark Waite, Ralph Dixon Walker, Emma Elizabeth Walker, Marguerite Walker, Mellie May Wallace, Stanhope Dean Warner, Fred David Warren, Marguerite Elise Watkins, Arthur Caldwell Watson, Jennie Helena Watson, Ray Nelson Weaver, Florence Weaver, Jeanette Georgine Webster, Earl Geddess Weiss, Adrian Emanuell Wells, Bessie Benjamina Whitcraft, Laura Campbell White, Gladys Wightman, Ruby Naomi Wilkins, Janet Straughan 63 Sophomores—Class of 1911 Williams, Ralph Hewett Wood, Frank Wilber Wines, Norris Earl Wright, Florence Elizabeth Young, George Benham pr-WKtA w. lo T Chord 64 Freshmen—Class of 1912 SOME great man has said that blest are the men whose annals are brief. We feel that this must apply in the case of children, also. We do not lie awake nights concocting excuses for elocution, nor yet do our knees vibrate with fear at the prospect of rhetoricals. In fact, we enjoy rhetoricals. Misery loves company, and what two things are more wretched than a flat, and a senior in rhetoricals? But to relate our short, sweet history. Like Aeneas exploring the under world did we take in the sights of East High early in September. The Auditorium Olympus was hard to find, but, eureka, we found it. For the next few weeks we contented ourselves with running into our fellow schoolmates, and incidentally, into the wrong class rooms. Then came a great day. In our wanderings we chanced upon grizzly Charon, standing in his elevator. He transported us to the Elysian Fields, where the Ethiopians serve nectar soup and ambrosia sandwiches to the godlike Seniors. We spent some time and ten cents here, and re- turned full of happiness, but little else. However, we also had our day of shame. We were once running through the halls when we were brought to a sudden stop. Zeus, the all-seeing, was thundering on high, and we had to offer up many fat promises before he was appeased. • Then came the reception, which was very enjoyable. Closely follow- ing the reception came our first term reports, which were not quite so pleasing. After our reports, came our parents, to see what the difficulty was, and some of them haven’t stopped coming yet. But judge us kindly, as we judge others. We have character that will develop in time, even as did the character of the present Seniors. The class of 1912 will some day be as fine a class as East has ever seen, and we’re all going to work for that end. Freshmen—Class of 1912 Abels, Charles Richard Abrecht, Dorothy Marguerite Adkins, Myrtle Blanche Akers, Gardner Albert, Alma Katherina Almassy, Arthur Anderson, Lillian Coates Anderson, Nonna Iduna Andrews, Mildred Elizabeth Andrews, Wayne Emerson Ashdown, Gerald Joseph Ashmun, Louis Henry H. Avery, Mildred Josephine Austin, Charles Brookes Barnes, Elizabeth Pauline Barr, Clarence Alton Battenfeld, Paul Carter Bauman, Marguerite Catherine Beardslee, Ethel Bevington, Beulah Rose Blair, George Blair, Ruth Ann Bogart, Harold Garfield Bolden, Marie Chavous Bonfield, Arthur Borklund, Anshelm Victor Bowden, Eva Rose Brandebury, Marine Henry Bremner, Alice Mary Bricker, Howard Francis Britton, Howard Brown, Frances Brown, Pauline Buckins, Louis Augustus Buckwell, George Dupre Buel, Thomas Robinson Burdick, Carleton Wheeler Burgess, Lee Augustine Burke, James Aloysus Buschmann, Arthur William Byington, Marie Garnet Cahill, Raymond Caie, Thomas Joplin Cain, Edna Iowa Calhoun, Joseph Chester Camp, Paul Beecher Carlson, Ruth Evlyn Carolan, Eva Margaret Carr, Howard Robert Cassidy, Agnes Elenore Chapman, Grover Cleveland Chopp, Wilford Cohn, Hortense Elenore Collins, Irene Irma Conner, Florence Leanor Cook, Edgar Austin Cook, Ethel Francella Craig, Lucille Virginia Crofts, Arthur Bardill Cullen, Rolland John Cunningham, Lee Oliver Daisey, Myrtle Dans, Arthur Abel Davenport, Edwin Earl Davies, George Sanford Davies, Helen Annette Davies, Ward Hamilton Day, Dorothy Decker, Laurena Janette DeHinden, Irma Bell Deisher, Ruby Lydia Dennis, Helen Marie Denslow, Hazel May DeVere, Florence Henrietta Dietz, Elise Frieda Ditto, Bessie Flora Dodds, Marie Louise Donkin, Robert Forster Dougherty, Manly Downing, Fay Marie 66 Freshmen—Class of 1912 Downs, Marie Helen Doyle, Estella Catherine Drexel, Vincent Arthur Dunlap, Elizabeth Dyson, Robert Ellsworth Eby, Alida Frances Eckert, Florence Anna Edwards, Eddie Augustive Eiber, Arthur William Eich, Clarence Hessler Elder, Margaret Alberta Elesson, Harry Engel, Carl Fredrick Englander, Helen Erb, Hans Frederick Esch, Leona Marie Evans, Carrie Mae Evans, Robert Evans, Robert Gordon Farlin, Percy Taylor Fay, Florence Esther Feldman, Harold Joseph Fitch, Kenneth Rainey Fix, Frederick Fleming, Pauline Annette Forster, Rose May Foster, Mabel Fox, Hazel Catherine Francis, Percy Joseph Frankel, Eugene Friedman, Beatrice Fanny Fritch, Louis Henry Gales, Florence Marie Garson, Rosalie Garvey, Mary Gilbert, Clara Mildred Gilmore, Leroy Grant Goldreich, Leo Alexander Goodman, Frieda Marie Graham, James Patrick Grant, Isabel Mary Grasberger, Frank August Green, Clarence Parsons Grep, Alice Matilda Grow, Myrtle Lydia Gruber, Edna Margrete Grugle, Clarence William Grute, Dorothy Guenther, Clarence Norbert Guenther, Lawrence Gust Guettinger, Frances Guzik, Moses Max Hait, Frank Scott Hall, Dorothy Grace Hanley, Edward Hart, Margaret Eleanor Hart, Marian Caroline Harter, Zina Elizabeth Harvey, Percy Dewitt Haskin, Mary Angeline Hatch, Alvan Stem Havlicek, Edward Hawkins, Edythe Maude Hay, Ethel Hay, John Hugh Hayden, Margaret Hayes, Nellie Davy Heintz, Vera Frances Helm, Emerson Bennett Helmer, Wilbur Julius Hendershot, Helen Sophronia Hendershot, Nellie Sophronia Hensley, Ethyle May Henriques, Ralph Gustave Hess, Rtith Olive Higgins, Walter Edwin Hinchcliffe, Katherine Helen Hodges, William Preston Holland, Henry Hommel, Annabel Christiana 67 Freshmen—Class of 1912 Horn, Vera Horner, Hildus Horracks, Ruth Emily Horsburgh, Norma Jean Housman, Esther Alberta Howk, Leon Robinson Hughes, Lawrence DeKlyn Hummel, Herman Hunt, Florence Lillian Hunter, Margaret Depue Hussey, George Jackson, Herbert Cooper Jenkins, Marguerite Jones, George Edward Joseph, Alice Marian Joseph, Emma Eva Joy, Hope Rogers Kaighin, Eugene Howard Karpinski, Walter John Keevan, Florence Hewitt Kennard, Helen Marie Kennedy, Chester Allen Kern, Ralph Donald Kincaid, John Harold Kintzler, Emma Elizabeth Kleeman, Louis Klein, Alfred August Klein, Frieda Martha Knorr, Earl Kodet, Gustav Koehl, Donald Komraus, Elmer William Kraus, Steven Leopold Krauss, George Frederick Krenkel, Dorothea Krupitzer, Edward Kuba, Victor John Kuederle, Pauline Marie Landesman, Gazella Langlois, Irene Eugenie Leese, Helen Eleanor Leighton, Roy Luman LePage, Bertha Mildred LeQuesne, Aloise Lezius, Alma Elizabeth Lindahl, Charles Paulinus Livingston, Adrian Lowe, Helen Margaret Lowe, John Raymond Lucas, Walter Lawrence Ludwig, Ferdinand Willson Lundberg, Edwin McCaslin, Marion Grey McCanley, William Henry McCormick, Marguerite McDaniel, Louise MacDonald, Bessie Isabella McDonald, Carlton Klump McFarlin, Lillian May McGinty, Robert Maclvor, James Michael McKenney, Ralph Joseph McMullen, Don Bartlett McQuilkin, Harry Sterling McQuilkin, Martin Ford Mandel, Herman Leo Manheim, Jennie Marcuson, Edward Frank Marsh, Amos Osborne Marshall, Cecile Catherine Martin, Karl Lawrence Marx, Ethel Matthias, Gertrude Ruth Matthias, Viola Theresa Matzen, Dorothy Rasch Meade, Alexis Edwin Meade, Marguerite Alice Megathey, Margaret Mehan, Cathryne Marie Melaragno, Columbus Cullie 68 Freshmen—Class of 1912 Melbourne, Alexander F. Merrell, Elinor Howe Meyer, Louise Eleanor Miller, Helen Gould Miller, Marjorie Adeline Mitchener, Donald Robert Mizer, Anna Carolin Monreal, Alma Dorothy Monroe, Allen Joseph Mullarky, Edward Augustine Murdock, Ora Myers, Gertrude May Narwold, Lewis Lammers Nash, Frank Augustus Nash, Hazel Joanna Noyes, Nelson Ogden, Grace Lenore Pagels, Irwin Parr, Raymond Aldrich Pearse, Mabel Gertrude Petersen, Frances Mathilda Peterson, Dart Ganes Petzke, Albert Earl Pfeiffer, Gertrude Cleveland Philles, Gladys Ruth Phillips, Francis Charles Phillips, Hazel Marie Piatt, Louise Amelia Poland, Ethel Maud Pomeroy, Charles Ross Porter, Lillian Lucille Potts, Ralph Pratt, Seymour Priebe, Margaret Emma Probeck, Robert Carl Pugh, Gertrude Maude Quinn, Harry Joseph Radcliffe, Althea Ellen Radtke, Ellwood Leo Ragg, Gertrude May Randolph, George RoLette Rannells, Marion Elizabeth Rausch, Harold Smith Ranalsky, Walter Reeb, William Frederick Reichard, Elizabeth Mary Reid, Grace Bertine Reindel, Harold Fred Roblin, Adeline Virginia Rockwood, Ralph Wasson Roemer, Lucile Helen Roodhuyzen, Henry Gerard Root, Adaline Marie Rose, Sage William Rosinski, Eddie Walter Rossiter, Lawrence Nye Rote, Charlotte Louise Rothkopf, David Raymond Ryan, Clare Antoinette Ryan, Gertrude Margret Sanderson, Okla Scarff, Mabel Schadler, Grace Elsie Scheede, Florence Marie Scheier, Ingalls Lester Schenck, Adelle Louise Schleicher, Bertine Schneider, Mildred Jeannette Schulte, Clifford Lawrence Schwartz, Charles Isaac Scott, George Alexander Semple, Janet Craig Sherbondy, Hermon Clinton Sherman, Harris Gray Shields, Samuel Tilden Shinners, Florence Margaret Sill, Marie Agnes Skeel, Helen Skinner, Ruth Slater, Grace Irene 69 Freshmen—Class of 1912 Smith, Dorothy Jane Smith, Howard Galbraith Smith, John Henry Smith, Leslie Grant Smith, Mable Loretta Smith, Mary Elizabeth Smith, Myrtle Belle Sobel, Hilda Spalding, Ralph Earl Spear, Hazel Spero, Bernard Spiegle, Elsa Hortense Spitz, Mildred Myrle Springborn, Howard Frank Sprowl, Norman Eugene Squires, Anna Mae Stanley, Hugh Eaton Steffen, Ethel Josephine Stern, Bertram Stevens, Frances Isabell Stevenson, Agnes Grace Stevenson, Dorothy Curtis Stidger, Pauline Marie Stuart, Hazel Gertrude Sullivan, Marie Eleanor Summers, Ruth Beatrice Taylor, James Harold Taylor, Theodora Mervin Teare, Albert Ralph Telzrow, Seville Margaret Tobin, Eloise Wellman Turek, Lada James Turner, Florence Elizabeth Underhill, Elsa Helen Vandenberg, Wilton Jay Vanderweel, Gertrude Emma VanSittert, Pearl Beth VanTriss, Ruth Madonna VanVliet, Elmore Vaughn, Clyde Morey Voth, Walter Piel Wadelin, Nellie Elizabeth Walsh, Albert Charles Walsh, Gerald Joseph Waterman, Lily Mary Weber, Florence Marie Weidenthal, Elsie Weil, Norman Oliver Werner, Emil Chester Wertz, Elizabeth Mary White, Paul Henry Wilson, George Leslie Wilson, Melville Edward Winter, Alice Elizabeth Wise, Ethel Elizabeth Wiseman, David Jacob Woboul, Marian Joyce Woolmington, Hazel Anna Wright, Grace Julia Wulf, Augusta Yahraus, Lena Young, Frances Irene Young, Luella Marion Zaller, Rose Zeman, Leroy Zimmerman, Carl Henry Zornow, George Carl 70 Athletics THE prominence of East High in the field of athletics has been empha- sized more vigorously than ever in the present year of 1908-09. In one respect it stands unique in our records, for up to the time of writing not a game has been lost. Altogether, twenty-one victories have been gained since our last defeat. Two championships have been secured, and we have hopes that the list of them is not yet complete. The entrance of East into the senate of the Cleveland high schools opened a new field for glory, and she has made her presence felt by deposing the former champions. The coaching of Mr. Dawson has been one of the greatest factors in our success, and our thanks are due Mr. Wood for his services and interest as faculty manager, and Mr. Twiggs as treasurer. 72 IN the last five years, East has met with wonderful success on the foot- ball field. During that period, only two inter-scholastic games have been lost, those being to Shadyside of Pittsburg and to University School, in 1905. A total of 929 points has been registered by our teams, as against 119 by our opponents. The present year’s team has been a powerful factor in establishing this record. It has been ably captained by Clarence Ahlman, and managed by Ralph Bauman. An innovation in the selection of the next year’s captain and manager has been introduced. Hereafter, in order to secure the best standard pos- sible, the election will be held the first Monday after Decoration Day. With the magnificent record of last year’s team staring them in the face and prospects of having only five veterans back in harness, things did not look any too bright for the football team this fall. Everybody knew how- ever that with Mr. Dawson on the coaching job, East would have a team worthy of the name and this turned out to be the case. When, shortly after school started, Captain Ahlman issued his call for candidates, over fifty aspirants responded. Among these were Ryan, Peckinpaugh, Peck, and Flesher of last year’s team and McDaniel, Church, Miller, Smith, Prosser and Jaeger of the old scrubs. The rest, however, were the greenest kind of material although as it turned out later there were several stars present incognito. Mr. Dawson started work in earnest the very first day and things gradually rounded into shape. These first few weeks were, however, spent in drilling into the men the necessary plays and formations and as a result there had been almost no scrimmage or practice games when the game scheduled with Glenville High came around. It was with rather sinking hearts that the fellows journeyed out to Case Field that afternoon to meet their honorable opponents from the North Side. 73 By displaying some of the pluck and dash that has characterized East’s teams in the past, the fellows with the aid of the wonderful all around play- ing of Paddy Ryan and the unequaled generalship of Jimmie Prosser, made a veritable cleanup. The score was 33 to 0. In this game a great deal was due to Captain Ahlman for his fine work with the forward pass and accuracy in kicking goals. On this occasion however many defects were noted and the fellows received a hard week of instructions immediately following. As a result they went in and trimmed Lincoln High very easily by a score of 51 to 0. The team was just rounding into shape for the South game when a very severe blow was dealt it. Peckinpaugh was disqualified temporarily for playing summer baseball, Captain Ahlman was suddenly taken sick, and Tackle McDaniel was laid up with an injured shoulder. Nevertheless the fellows went on the field with three substitutes on the line and whipped the South Siders to the tune of 40 to 0. Paddy Ryan was once more very much in the limelight and the substitute ends earned much glory by virtue of the South backs being unable to hold onto the ball on punts and thus present- ing many opportunities for being scored upon. The next week East played its first real game when it met and defeated West High 19 to 0. The West bunch were much heavier than our fellows and this together with the slowness of the field rendered the game a close and hard one. East showed a little better class than her opponents from across the river however and by dint of hard work put one more game on the right hand side of the ledger. 74 On the following Saturday there was an open date which was not filled until the Wednesday before the game when a challenge from Fostoria High, a team with a record such that she could well claim to be a contestant for the state championship, was accepted. With Peckinpaugh and McDaniel still out of the game and Peck temporarily disqualified, the fellows journey- ed down the state to meet the much touted claimants of the title. When too late it was discovered that the team was not in East’s class but drew upon men who would not be eligible under the Cleveland regulations. The team weighed on an average of over ten pounds to a man more than our fellows did and had the reputation of being fast and well coached besides. Our team was very much down in the mouth just before the game, but, after an inspiring little talk by Mr. Rannells, went out and played their larger opponents off their feet. East seemed to be gifted with unusual speed that day and caught the Fostoria team off guard time after time, finally nosing out a victory by a score of 14 to 5. The cross tackle buck with Ryan carrying the ball seemed to be a new and unlooked for play to the Fostoria boys and it was chiefly by this play that East carried off the victory. In this game much of the credit for the victory is due to Clarence Ahl- man for he was a whole power on defence and was better than ever at re- ceiving the forward pass. Of course Ryan put up another nervy exhibition and drew the plaudits of the entire crowd by his brilliant runs and accurate work at drop kicking. Jimmie Prosser, too, showed great class at quarter and far outplayed Easley, the quarterback who had been touted as the best in the state! Our opponents’ gigantic fullback, Johnson, to whom “Hurry Up” Yost of Michigan had paid the compliment of saying that he was the best high school fullback he had seen, did great work. He was however unable to encircle our ends as he had done in previous games and was therefore con- fined to line plunging where he could do much less damage. Taken as a whole, the game was said by the officials and sporting writers to have been the best played in this locality in years and they did not hesitate to award the palm to East High as likely possessors of the title to the state cham- pionship. Mr. Rannells himself said after the game that he would have given anything to have the team play before a home audience the game they played that day, for he had not seen its equal before and could not expect to again. As a result of the hard contest at Fostoria the team was considerably battered up for the Shaw game and certainly found in the latter a team that, for defensive playing, had no peer in the state. Fortunately for us their attack was ragged and they could make but one first down throughout the entire game. East was unfortunate in this game in many respects. Ryan was forced to retire with injuries; and Prosser received such a battering that he was 75 incapable of running the team well. In other respects however we had our full share of luck. One minute before the end of the first half an onside kick was called for and resulted in a clean touchdown for our team, the only one of the game. Shortly before the close of the second period, John- son with a clear field to our goal and a chance to tie the score stumbled and fell, throwing away Shaw’s only chance to cross our goal. Thus it will be seen that East has no kick to make on the score of hard luck. The only other scores of the game were two drop kicks, one made by Kendall of Shaw and immediately followed by one by Ahlman. These points brought the score up to 10 to 4. The fellows emerged from the Shaw game in very bad condition and consequently Mr. Dawson sent a team composed mostly of scrubs against Central the following Friday. Peckinpaugh was reinstated at this time and put up a star game at halfback, although that position was altogether new to him. Wadsworth and Knecht also did fine work in the first half. Only the simplest plays were used and the U. S. scouts who were on hand cer- tainly carried away a very low estimate of East’s ability. The final score was 22 to 6. The next week we had to meet University, and, although we had it all over them on the dope sheet, our fellows knew that they would have the very hardest kind of work to nose out a victory. This turned out to be the case; so, after a hard grueling game, our boys were returned the victors by a score of 11 to 6. The game was one of the closest of the year and East considered itself fortunate indeed to win out. By doing so however we cinched our title to the scholastic championship and besides retained the Quadrangular Cup donated by Teddy Wanstall last year. In this game, Ahlman showed the finest form of the season and won the admiration of the whole crowd by his great defensive work. Ryan, whom 76 everybody expected to be out of the game for good, got back into harness and put up his usual nervy exhibition. Peckinpaugh likewise played a fine game at halfback. The season was thus closed and East was awarded the title to the championship of this section; we once more have an unsullied record to look back upon in future years. Of course, most of the credit goes to Coach Dawson, and every fellow on the team and the school feels that we owe him an enormous debt of gratitude. We feel sure that as long as he re- mains, East will have a team of the very highest caliber and we hope he may remain with us and coach our teams many seasons. Every fellow on the team deserves great praise, but a few are worthy of special mention. First of all comes our captain, Clarence Ahlman. Without him the team would have been severely handicapped for it was his headwork and dash- ing style of play that pulled us through many a hard pinch. He was ever on the job, aggressive, forcing the game at all times, and taking our op- ponents off their feet by the way he received the forward pass. Paddy Ryan, too, established during the season a record for gameness and true football ability that would be hard to equal. His trusty boot stood us in good stead many times and we are truly indebted to him. Little Jimmie Prosser played a game that few deemed possible at the beginning of the season. He ran the team in the very best of style, refused to be knocked out of the game, ran back punts as few high school men have been known to, and had no peers at pulling off the forward pass. Glenn Smith is particularly deserving of credit, for he put up a star game at all times and was in it for all he could get out of it. One man who never gets the full credit for his work is the center. Center Church this year was a power on the defense and set a fine example for hard work on the practice field. Lionel Peck is another linesman who did remarkably fine work. Flesh- er proved to be a man who could be relied upon when a gain was needed and to him fell much of the hard work of the game. Peckinpaugh was un- fortunate in being out of the game most of the season but when reinstated he played a game such as few can do. 77 CITY INTERSCHOLASTIC FOOTBALL CHAMPIONS THE basket-ball season of 1909 was the most successful East High has ever experienced. At the outset the prospects were not as bright as they might have been, for three excellent players were lacking in Sprackling, Roby, and Captain O'Brien of last year’s varsity. However, Coach Dawson built up an invincible team composed of Captain Prosser and Peckinpaugh of last year’s varsity, Wedow and Flesher, two of last year’s subs, and Brady, a new man at our school. Prosser showed himself to be the same never-say-die sort of a fellow that he had been on the football field, and was certainly an excellent captain, being equally popular with the players and spectators. The season started with whirlwind speed, the strong team from Bald- win-Wallace Academy being taken into camp by the tune of 33 to 2. En- couraged by this start, the fellows waded into West High, the former cham- pions and a team which East had not met for four years, and came out vic- tors by the grand score of 26 to 8. They fairly dazzled the West High team by their lightning speed and teamwork. They then journeyed over to South High and brought away a scalp worth 29 to 10. The next team in their way was “Tech” High, which was easy picking, 31 to 10 being the final count. The next week saw a very tight and exciting game, when, after a most exciting mixup, the sound of the whistle found the score. East 13, Shaw High 10. It was then easy sailing, for they emerged from the next three frays with scores of 36 to 7, 18 to 9, and 27 to 14, against Glenville High, University School, and Lincoln High respectively. The final game was certainly the finest specimen of basketball seen in Cleveland during the entire season. The end of the first half found the score to be 8 to 4 in favor of Central High, our old rivals. But East’s turn was yet to come, for in the second half they came back strong, and when this half ended the East High team was found to be victor by the splendid score of 15 to 14, thus putting an end to a most successful season, having won nine games and lost none. Norman A. Boyle. 81 SCHEDULE SEASON OF 1909 Inter-Scholastic Champions Date Team Floor Score East Opp. Jan. 8 Baldwin-W allace East 33 2 Jan. 15 West High University 26 8 Jan. 22 South High South 29 10 Jan. 29 Technical High Tech. 31 10 Feb. 5 Shaw High East 13 10 Feb. 11 Glenville High East 36 7 Feb. 20 University School U. S. 18 9 Feb. 26 Lincoln High East 27 14 Mar. 5 Central High Central 15 14 228 84 LINE-UP Wedow ....... Prosser (Capt.) Peckinpaugh . . Brady ....... Flesher ..... .. Left Forward Right Forward ........Center . .. Right Guard .... Left Guard SUMMARY Baskets from the field: Prosser 32, Wedow 18, Peckinpaugh 36, Flesher 11, Wads- worth 1. Baskets from foul: Prosser 31, Peckinpaugh 1. Individual points: Prosser 95; Peckinpaugh 73, Wedow 36, Flesher 22, Wads- worth 2. 82 THE basket-ball leagues, have been more successful than ever this year. A new arrangement has been put into operation, and has been carried out with great enthusiasm. Four captains, Phillips, Knecht, Burridge and Findlay, were selected who chose four groups from those desiring to play, named after the colleges, Yale, Harvard, Cornell and Princeton. Each of these was divided into five teams, which played with the corresponding teams of the other groups. PERCENTAGES Team Yale Princeton Cornell Harvard First ................ 1000.0 666.8 166.7 166.7 Second ................ 166.7 666.8 833.5 333.4 Third .................. 666.8 833.5 333.4 166.7 Fourth ................. 833.5 333.4 500.0 333.4 Fifth .................. 666.8 166.7 833.5 333.4 Total Points: Yale 105, Princeton 90, Cornell 85, Harvard 40. Yale, First Team Phillips (C.) Kepner Feldman Rothkopf Spangler 83 THE dawn of the ’09 baseball season presents a good prospect. Although the loss of several players from last year’s team will be felt, especially in the battery, a greater number remain, including Captain Peckinpaugh, and there is plenty of promising new mate- rial, which Coach Dawson can be trusted to bring into the best of form in the effort to equal or surpass the success of last year. Capt. Peckinpaugh, having left school at a late date, Jack Wuffli has been chosen to lead the team. This success was the gaining of the city interscholastic championship by defeating South, West, Shaw, Central and U. S. The last three entitled us to the first “leg” of the cup offered by the alumni of University School. Following is the Schedule for ’09 as prepared by Horace Buggie, manager. BASEBALL SCHEDULE, ’09 April 30, South; May 5, Tech.; May 14, Lincoln; May 21, Open; May 28, South; June 2, Glenville; June 5, U. S.; June 12, Central. BASE BALL SCHEDULE ’08. April 29........................South 0 East 8 May 2........................Glenville 4 East 2 May 15........................Lincoln 3 East 2 May 22........................Shaw 2 East 13 May 29........................Central 2 East 8 June 6........................U. S. 0 East 3 June 10........................West 7 East 16 Pitcher ....... Catcher ........ First Base .... Second Base .. Third Base Shortstop ..... Outfield ...... BASEBALL TEAM, ’08 ....................Ahlman ................Sprackling ..........Hanley, Brennan .................Prosser ..............Wuffli ...............Peckinpaugh Burridge, Ryan, Goss, Peck 84 Tennis ENTHUSIASM is being shown in tennis as never before. A tennis club has been organized under the direction of Mr. Gray, with Edson Noble as President and Robert Allen as Secretary-Treasurer, and it already has a large membership. With the improvement of the school courts, a tournament will be held to select the team best fitted to represent the school, and the quality of material points to a high standard. MEMBERS Hewitt Adams Robert Allen Roy Koplin William Lander Clarence May Jesse Mitchell Philip Murray Edson Noble Harold Olmsted Victor Phillips James Richards Encell Richardson Warren Roberts Stephen Rockwell Philip Small Raymond Stage Theodore Strong Roger Tewksbury Charles Vilas Joseph Wick George Young Ralph Bauman Richard Billson Norman Boyle Horace Buggie Harvey Corlett Herrick Dyer William Esch Arthur Feldman Cyrus Ford David Ford Carl Fuller Leonard Goss Robert Hassler Karl Herm William Horner Albert Jenkins Howard Knecht 85 1908 TRACK TEAM THERE is an abundant and constantly increasing interest in track athletics this year, and, although the number of known stars is not large, yet the amount and quality of the new material is such as to warrant high hopes for the coming season. Cross-country runs are being made a special feature. Captain Vickery, whose showing as a mile-runner has been unapproached by any of his rivals now in the field, can be depended upon to make the best of the team, while in Curtis Harsh it has an efficient manager. SCHEDULE. May 1 Shaw High at Shaw. May 8 Open. May 15 University School at U. S. May 22 State meet, Gambier. May 29 Quadrangular meet at U. S June 5 Interscholastic. 87 Horace Buggie Roger Peckinpaugh Manager Baseball Captain Baseball Curtis Harsh Howard Vickery Manager Track Captain Track bv5 + •V k i .1? v;vi'. i 1 i i r. • •V 1 . i.« ♦ • . t ♦ ♦. ;♦ , rm U, 'f A s Pr ' — M V A ? 1 ' ■v;; i , 1 3 xiA'Ji. % • i V vs I • 4 f V ' • • SKf j i - i' •'if rVVr.f Si « • • ♦ . « i V j; ‘f • 4 K y.v i l v ' 1 pt r, N 1 VN '•V. I 1 % « t M 1 ♦ • I Vi . « ♦ 1. • v:-v- ' V, W%| v ; ♦4 M % •ft • 'U ♦ i • : vV. 1 H 4 4 S ? .4 ♦ I a , « 4 4 s Vj oM4i J 4 , % sVV W 4 4’’ • 1 1 4 ,%W- jf jlju • •' 1 ’ • k • ♦' , •.• a 44 f . . • • 4fc • ! % • , • 1 « • ♦ • V - . - • 1 « % 4 ; .•• • . ••• .:• - . • ' :%' -. . •.'• Societies A poor peasant, at work in his field, came upon a botanist examin- ing a little field flower beneath his microscope. Seeing the hidden delicacy and beauty of the flower revealed by the instrument, he exclaimed sadly. “How many flowers like this I’ve trodden under foot not knowing their beauty.” We are, each one of us, like the peasant, for we pass our fellows by not knowing or appreciating their good qualities ana talents. The weakest among us has a gift, but this gift is often hid- den and we must seek it out. Societies are our microscopes. They teach us to appreciate those about us and the true value of friendship. 90 ATHENAEUM SOCIETY OFFICERS Amy C. Kenealy. . . Martha R. Payne. . . Rhea Talmage..... Mildred A. Kendall C. Esther Taylor. . Martha R. Payne. . Amy C. Kenealy. . . Genevieve M. Lilley Juniata R. Brisco. . Bessie M. White. . . Mildred L. Kappler. MEMBERS President (First Term) President (Second Term) .Vice-President .Recording Secretary .Corresponding Secretary .Treasurer (First Term) Treasurer (Second Term) Critic (First Term) Critic (Second Term) Chorister ,Sergeant-at-Arms Cora E. Barnard Gladys L. Bicknell Juniata R. Brisco Gladys M. Davis Ethel L. Dickinson H, Lucile Dorn Mildred V. Empkey Maude B. Faetkenheuer Miriam E. Ganson Ruth S. Gregg Juliet T. Hart Mary D. Hayes Mildred L. Kappler Mildred A. Kendall Amy C. Kenealy Ruth V. Latimer Genevieve M. Lilley Lillian Lux Bessie Grace A. Monroe Frances C. Morse Elma C. Murawsky Ethel M. Newburn S. Mildred Parr Charlotte O. Pauli Martha R. Payne Laura M. Riebel Donna I. Ries Marie Siller N. Bernice Sutherland Rhea Talmage Adriana P. Tappen C. Esther Taylor Adele Uehling Hilda V. Vokes Margaret M. Warden Kathleen Webb M. White 93 ZETAGATHEAN SOCIETY OFFICERS William G. Sharp Charles W. Vilas. Robert C. Allen . . Clyde A. Phillips , Roy J. Koplin . .. Robert C. Hassler ...............President .........Vice President .... Recording Secretary Corresponding Secretary ...............Treasurer ........Sergeant-at-arms MEMBERS Robert C. Allen Charles N. Krieg Richard L. Billson William P. Lander Norman A. Boyle Edson J. Noble Horace H. Buggie Edwin J. Nussdorfer Lawrence C. Cole Harold M. Olmsted Spencer D. Corlett Howard S. Parsons Burton S. Dake Clyde A. Phillips Albert B. Elliott Harold J. Sanborn Carl W. Fuller Eugene F. Sawyer Leonard K. Goss William G. Sharp Robert C. Hassler Philip L. Small William H. Hayt Charles W. Vilas Henry P. Jaeger Paul H. Voth W. Burt Kennedy Claude Waltz Melvin D. Kilmer J. N. Wychgel Roy J. Koplin 95 DEMOSTHENEAN SOCIETY •-«ah- Theodore J. Nussdorfer William A. Burridge Clifford E. Bill........ Fred W. Koehler......... Joseph Casey............ .......President . .Vice President .......Secretary ........Treasurer S er geant-at-arms MEMBERS George Alton Allen C. Badger P. Jacob Bauman Clifford E. Bill William A. Burridge Joseph Casey Lester F. Fretter Adelbert F. Gager Edward W. Hoek David B. Hopkins William W. Horner T. Percy Horsburgh Anthony J. Irr Albert H. Jenkins Fred W. Koehler Alfred S. Kos J. Kendall McPeck Russell C. Manning Clarence R. May Theodore J. Nussdorfer Paul J. Ockert Sam F. Pickering Clay B. Pierce James H. Richards Roger S. Tewksbury Carey A. Wright 97 AS our football heroes struggled bravely on the gridiron to win name and fame for our school, so our debaters labored with equal vigor upon the platform to uphold the reputation of their important de- partment of our school life. Not at the risk of life and limb it is true, but by burning much midnight oil, for each contest demanded time and thought and hours of careful preparation. We often cheered our foot- ball boys on to victory by showing them that we heartily appreciated their efforts; why should we not, in the future give our debaters as much attention and support? INTERSCHOLASTIC DEBATES January 15; East vs. Central High School Question: Resolved, That the United States should maintain in the Pacific Ocean a naval force at least equal to that maintained in that Ocean by any other nation. Affirmative—Central Negative—East Edgar Arnstine, Leader William Sharp, Leader Walter Haas Edson Noble Arthur Strauss Charles Vilas Harold Olmsted, Alternate Won by the Affirmative March 12; East vs. West High School Question: Resolved, That the United States Government should obtain possession of and thereafter own and control all of the Forest and Mineral Resources of the United States, the constitutionality of such possession being conceded. Affirmative—East Harold Olmsted, Leader Robert Hassler Spencer Corlett Robert Allen, Alternate Negative—West Clifford Hopkinson, Leader Carl Mains George Cline Won by the Negative 98 IMTCIP ORCHESTRA Mr. J. Ortli...... Ruth A. Marchand Evelyn J. Yokes. . . Leader ■Pianists FIRST VIOLINS Albert C. Ruoff Alfred Almassy Stella L. Beck Donald McMullen Helen F. Kunz Florence Wright Alice E. Chase SECOND VIOLIN Lester F. Fretter Robert Probeck Louis A. Buckius Roy J. Hartley. . . . Gertrude Burnett. . Paul B. Hunt...... Harvey A. Morris. Robert C. Allen... Robert C. Hassler. Roland E. Hart. . . Ferdinand Ludwig .........Oboe ......Cellist . .First Cornet Second Cornet .....Clarinet ........Flute ....Trombone ....Drummer 101 MANDOLIN CLUB Ransom G. Miller................................................Leader Charles W. Vilas.............................................Treasurer Myron G. Patch................................................Director FIRST MANDOLINS Ransom G. Miller Leonard K. Goss Cyrus C. Ford Myron G. Patch THIRD MANDOLINS Hewitt C. Adams Dorothy W. Bruce Dorothy M. Andrus Jessie M. Kniseby M. Filomena Melaragno Marie L. Dodds VIOLIN Don B. McMullen SECOND MANDOLINS Clarence R. May Harold M. Olmsted Harvey A. Morris Marc Resek Howard F. Bricker Arthur F. Hagedom GUITARS Warren K. Roberts Elmer E. Aring George F. Alton Thomas H. Doyle Philip L. Small Elizabeth Howk Charles W. Vilas FLUTE Robert C. Hassler 103 GIRL’S GLEE CLUB tiff '•NARG vRG.T SHAf ,? Director ...................................................Mr. Davis Pianist........................:.......................Ruth Marchand FIRST SOPRANOS Ruth Doig Dorothy Smith Minnie Bernk Julia Terry Marie Seelbach Henrietta Davis Louise McKitterick Mildred Murray Mildred Schutthelm Rowena Brown Lucile Striegel Edna Cain Harriet Bradley Jane Sawdey Helen Shauer SECOND SOPRANOS Ruth Day Berta Hoerner Ara Feil Mary Regan Erma Chapman Evelyn Edge Rena Chapman Irmi Pauli Ruth Dicks Mary Davidson Jeannetta Brown Miriam Tyler ALTOS Ethel Burrows Ruth Burton Carolyn Palmer Frances Morehouse Ruth Dellinger Nell Armstrong 105 VJj11Xohu:!o OCTOBER THIRTIETH Freshman Programme Howard Britton, presiding March .......................................................Emma Kintzler ............................................Gertrude Vanderweel Welcome ....................................................Irene Langlois Piano Solo.....................................................Helen Leese “Emmy Lou’s Impressions of High School”....................Marion Rannells A Myth (original)..............................................Ralph Kern Reading, “Burglar Bill,”..................................Dorothy Abrecht Shadow Play, “The Modern and Mediaeval Ballad of Mary Jane” Actors Ethel Cook Harris Sherman Harold Feldman Amos Marsh Readers Ingalls Scheier Frank Nash Walter Higgins Harold Bogart NOVEMBER SIXTH Music ................................ “The Class of 1909”................... Piano Solo............................ .....Orchestra Mildred Kendall ... Mary Hayes Readings from “Mr. Pratt” PART I. Burt Kennedy Elmer Fix Darwin Judson Harold Sanborn Lawrence Cole 106 Music Orchestra NOVEMBER THIRTEENTH Readings from “Mr. Pratt”—Part II. Earl Hart George Spangler Clyde Phillips John Wuffli Eugene Sawyer Piano Solo .......................................... Edwin Bottle NOVEMBER TWENTY-FIFTH Music ................. Reading—“Two Festivals” Piano Solo ............. Reading ............... Farce—“The Mouse-Trap.” Music Cast Mrs. Somers . Mrs. Miller . . Mrs. Bemis . Mrs. Curwen Mrs. Roberts Jane ........ Mr. Campbell .... Orchestra Mary Davidson . Herrick Dyer Norman Boyle ..... Gladys Davis .....Grace Monroe .....Frances Morse Maude Faetkenheuer ........Helen Salter ........ Ruth Gray ..... Albert Elliott Orchestra DECEMBER ELEVENTH Reading—“The Run that Turned the Game” Paul Voth John Warner Harold Whitmore Horace Buggie Charles Vilas Piano Solo ..................................... Edith Cotton DECEMBER FIFTEENTH Musical Programme ............. “A Merry Life”................. “A Gipsy Song”................. “The Endless Song”............. “Miserere” (from II Trovatore) . . “Johnny Smoker”................ “Gipsy Life”................... “Soldiers Chorus” (from Faust) . . (a) “A Canadian Boat Song” (b) “Largo”.......... ..... “The Two Grenadiers”........... ...............W. J. Davis, Director ............3rd Hour Monday Class ............5th Hour Monday Class ...........................Seniors ...........1st Hour Tuesday Class Boys of the 5th Hour Monday Class ..........'E. H. S. Girls’ Glee Club ...........2nd Hour Tuesday Class 107 5th Hour Tuesday Class ............. Seniors DECEMBER EIGHTEENTH Reading—“The Freshman Fullback” Jeannette Ditto Leslie Dawes Laura Riebel Marguerite Timberlake Melvin Kilmer Ervin Palmer Orville Walker DECEMBER TWENTY-THIRD Play—A Christmas Carol Stave I Scrooge ......... Bob ............. Fred ............ Mr. Chickenstalker Mr. Tugby ....... Small Boy........ Marley .......... Christmas Past . .. Cast of Characters .. . . Waid Scott , Darwin Judson . . Claude Waltz . Burt Kennedy Clarence Flesher . .. . Frank Nash Harold Olmsted . Rhea Talmage Picture I Boy............... Girl.............. Picture II Mr. Fezziwig Mrs. Fezziwig . . . Dick Wilkins Ebenezer Scrooge Guests Picture III Youth Girl .. . . Frank Nash Irene Langlois Augustus McDaniel .. . Mildred Kendall . . . Howard Knecht ....Albert Elliott f Ransom Miller Edwin Nussdorfer Horace Buggie ' Jeanette Agnew Miriam Ganson Bessie White ....Albert Elliott .. . Gladys Bicknell 108 Stave II Christmas Present....................... Picture I Bob Cratchit ....................... Martha ............................. Boy of ten . ....................... Boy with fork....................... Mrs. Cratchit ...................... Tiny Tim ........................... Picture II Fred ............................... Niece .............................. Blindfolded Man .................... Gentlemen .......................... Ladies Christmas Future Stave III Eugene Sawyer Darwin Judson . . Mary Regan .. . Frank Nash Walter Higgins Jeannette Ditto . Calvin Elliott . . Claude Waltz Miriam Ganson . Ransom Miller Howard Knecht Horace Buggie Bessie White Jeanette Agnew . . Edson Noble Picture I Fat Man....... Another........ Red Faced Man Picture II Carol by ........ Elmer Fix .... Burt Kennedy . . . . Howard Knecht f Edwin Nussdorfer Ransom Miller ■ Elizabeth Eastman Erma Chapman Vera Schwan JANUARY FIFTEENTH Piano Solo .......................................... Adele Uehling Readings from “Cy Whittaker’s Place” Cora Barnard Erma Chapman Lillian Lux Ruth Dicks Piano Duet Beatrice Dennish Ruth Gregg JANUARY TWENTY-SECOND Reading—“The Lance of Kanana”. . . .Ethel Dickinson and Florence Steffen Piano Solo ................................. Maude Faetkenheuer Reading—“Gentlemen, the King!”..Henry Botten and Howard Knecht Piano Solo ....................................Elma Murawsky FEBRUARY NINETEENTH Music ...................... “The Man of the People” .... Lincoln’s Autobiography ... Extracts From Speeches: Second Inaugural Address Obedience to Law ....... Gettysburg Address ..... O Captain! My Captain!...... Commemoration Ode ......... Music ...................... Anecdotes .................. Oration—“Lincoln” .......... “America” .................. ......... Orchestra . Mildred Empkey Elizabeth Elastman ........Amy Kenealy ..... Spencer Corlett ...... Leonard Goss ...... Martha Payne ........ Lucile Dorn .......... Orchestra .....Mildred Kappler ...... . Marc Resek Orchestra and School MARCH FIFTH Selection ....................... Piano Solo ...................... Cornet Solo ..................... Violin Solo .................... Solo—“Danny Deever”—Damrosch ’Cello Solo ..................... “The Lost Chord”—Sullivan........ Selection........................ . ,E. H. S. Mandolin Club .......Adele H. Uehling ...........Paul B. Hunt ........Albert C. Ruoff ........ Mr. W. J. Davis .... Miss Laura Tappen E. H. S. Girls’ Glee Club . E. H. S. Mandolin Club 110 SINCE it is to the Alumni of East High that the good standing and scholarship of the school is, to a great degree, due, we are glad to hear from them each year and to learn what each is accomplishing in the line of work that he has chosen for himself. Owing to the ever-increasing number of our graduates we found it possible to send word to the members of the classes 1906-7-8 only. The complete directory of those who replied is given below with a list of names to complete the roll of each class. Class of ’06 PEARL E. BOTHAM...........................8014 Hough Ave. N. E. Stenographer. SUSAN C. BURKHOLDER ............................1465 E, 112th St. Stenographer at Cleveland Associated Charities. THOMAS CHEYNEY .................................1436 E. 120th St. Junior at Case School. WALTER CLARK ......................................7617 Star Ave Attending College at Western Reserve. RAYMOND E. COLE ................................1629 E. 84th St. Student at Western Reserve University. MILDRED S. COOKE................................1756 E. 90th St. Junior, College for Women. FLORENCE AMY CRITCHLEY ..............83 Holyoke Ave., E. Cleveland Junior, College for Women. Ill 1482 E, 116th St. INEZ CUTLER ............................... Student, College for Women. MRS. HOWARD BAKER nee Mary E. Dellinger, 303 Harris St., Cadillac, Mich. HUGH M. EMERSON ..................................1690 E. 70th St. Junior, Case School. JOSEPHINE SCOTT FISHER ..........................9919 Westchester Ave. Training to be a Nurse at St. Luke’s Hospital. V. C. FUGMAN ..................................... Ambler Heights Junior at Case School. HAZEL E. GARFIELD................................. 1397 E. 82nd St. Staying at Home, studying violin. BEACH HARRIS ...........................................Keokuk, Iowa Cashier, Keokuk Lumber Co. MARY H. McCHESNEY ................................1722 E. 39th St. Substituting in Cleveland Public Schools. MAY CELESTIA MacLEVlE ...............Haydn Hall, College for Women Sophomore, College for Women. ELLA IRENE MERKEL ................................1086 E, 71st St. At Home. WILLARD MULHERN ........................................7907 Star Ave. Attending School at Case. C. MARIE PATON .....................................................73 Idlewood Attending Smith College. HEATON PENNINGTON, JR.............129 N. Professor St., Oberlin, Ohio Junior, Oberlin College. CLARENCE T. REGAN .............................6205 Whittier Ave. Attending Case School of Applied Science. ANNABEL ABBOTT ROOT ...............Plymouth Inn, Northampton, Mass. Junior at Smith College. WALTER L. SEELBACH....................114 Noble Rd., East Cleveland Student, Case School of Applied Science. MELINDA SLATER ...................................7909 Superior St. Teacher of Piano. DONALD LLOYD SMITH ...............................9702 Logan Place Student at W. R. U. CARLTON C. STARKES ..............................9296 Hough Ct. N. E. Student at W. R. U. CHARLOTTE D. ULMER ...............................2323 E. 40th St. Junior, Women’s College W. R. U. S. HAROLD VOKES ..................................1645 E. 86th St. Case School of Applied Science. GEORGE C. WALLACE.................923 Mt. Hope Rd., Cincinnati, Ohio With The Proctor Gamble Co. 112 CLASS OF ’06 Arthur Akers Edith K. Anisfield Harry B. Barren William R. Beck John R. Benzies Ella Bidlingmayer Josephine K. Bissman Mary E. Black Madeleine H. Bowen Perry B. Burry Maizie Bushea Jennie G. Campbell Robert J. Campbell Florence S. Chubbuck Terry P. Clay Edwin Cohn Jessie Craft Harry P. Craig Ethel Crichton Charles V. Cullinan Alice J. Davis Hudson Day Mabel M. Deane Emma D. Dietz Karl A. Domino Ethel L. Downie John B. Downie Lillian G. Eiger Vera C. Ericsson Nelson Farkash John F. Fassett Hugh A. Fawley Catherine J. Flynn Frank A. Foote Rose Freeman Florence D. Fulton Charles D. Gable Laurence V. Gardner Moses Goodman Nathan N. Goodman Gertrude H. Gray Walter P. Greenwood William G. Hagan Philip R. Hayward Hugh G. Hilton Bertha A. Hinske Sadie M. Huberty Edward Hyatt Peregrine K. Johnston Leon K. Jordan Mary J. Joyce Amanda M. Kaercher Albert F. Kingsley Eleanor Koze Cora E. Kuehn Marie L. Lanphear Estella M. Lawes Hannah L. Lewis Edwin T. McCauley Lewis H. Malm Charles F. Mason Anna K. Mauer Ella R. Meikle Violet C. Jaten (nee Mettling) Harrison Miller Warren L. Morris Helen R. Olmsted Raymond N. O’Neil Lillian B. Nesbitt Emily M. Newman Lillian A. Paisley Miriam E. Preston Nellie L. Raeder Jean M. Randall Louise E. Reed Mabel M. Rieley Alpha B. Robbins Fred A. Schmidt Henrietta R. Seelbach Ruth E. Semple Josie V. Sheen Ralph H. Singer Edith F. Smith Earle F. Snodgrass Lillie Spero Edward L. Stadler Mabel B. Sundstrom Mary V. Sweeney Minnie Theophil Ann Thompson Gertrude D. Thomson Michael Vaccariello Fred Weymark Charles H. White Earle E. White Anna Wilhelm Fred Wirtshafter Grover C. Woodin Blanche D. Woodworth 113 Class of ’07 GLADYS M. AVERY .....................................1900 E. 93rd St. Student at Vassar College. EDGAR PAUL BENGERT ...............Brown University, Providence, R. I. Sophomore. FRED R. BILL ........................................1791 E. 90th St. Student, Adelbert. EMMA GRACE CAMPBELL .......................7503 Superior Ave. N. E. Violinist. JUNE CAMPBELL .............................11310 Superior Ave. N. E. Working for a B. A. at College for Women. MRS. H. L. COMIN nee Blanche Brott.....94 Spring St., Detroit, Mich. Living happily. FLORENCE L. DAVIS .............................6712 Dunham Ave. Studying music and painting. ADA MARIE DeMOOY ..........................1363 Giddings Rd. N. E. Stenographer, Garfield Savings Bank Co. JOS. F. DOUBRAVA ..............................6547 Juniatta Ave. Student at Cleveland College for Physicians and Surgeons. INEZ B. GADBAU ......................................2244 E. 103rd St. Cleveland Normal School. GERALDINE BELLE GRAHAM ....................................1870 E. 87th St. LOUIS WM. GREENSTEIN ......................................1721 E. 90th St. Studying at Adelbert. HARRY C. HYATT ..................................... 1607 E. 89th St. Studying ministry at Hiram. ROBERT BOUGHTON KEELER ........................Dartmouth College Collegian. RUTH KERSHAW ..............................10820 Grantwood Ave. Student, College for Women ’ll. ELSIE KNOBLOCH ................................5609 Quimby Ave. Taking a post graduate course at Technical High School. EMILY LAWRY ...................................8008 Linwood Ave. Senior at Normal School. MILEHAM H. LEWIS ................................... 1497 E. 115th St. With Citizens Savings and Trust Co. ADA L. LUDICK .......................................1466 E. 109th St. Private secretary to F. Rockefeller. CORLISS B. McClelland ......................25 Rosalind, E.. Cleveland Mass. Institute of Technology, Boston. KENNETH N. McCLINTOCK ......................... 1557 Crawford Rd. Student at Adelbert College. FRIEDA MERIAM .......................................1822 E. 89th St. In class of ’ll, W. R. U. JULIA MILLER ................36 Bedford Terrace, Northampton, Mass. Sophomore at Smith College. ELTON R. NORRIS .....................................1900 Ansel Rd. Dartmouth 1911. 114 7029 Lawnview Ave. CLARA LUELLA PHILLEO Normal School Student. ERMA R. POMEROY .................................1731 E, 89th St. Junior at Cleveland Kindergarten Training School. CORINNE S. RINGEL...............................7037 Hough Ave. Cleveland School of Art. ORRIN C. SABIN...................................1690 E. 85th St. Case School of Applied Science. OTTO T. SCHMIDT .................................1391 E. 45th St. Architectural Draftsman with C. F. Schweinfurth, Architect. ESTHER M. SINCLAIR ..............................619 E. 115th St. Student at Tucker School of Expression. VIOLA SLATER ......................................7909 Superior Ave. Stenographer. SHERWIN H. SMITH ................................1782 E. 65th St. Student, W. R. U. LETITIA STEVENS ..................................11290 Superior Ave. Business College. DONALD H. SWEET ..............................2124 Fairmount Rd. Sophomore at Adelbert. MELVILLE W. VICKERY .............................1640 E. 84th St. Sophomore, Case School. RALPH K. WADSWORTH ..............................1837 E. 86th St. Getting ready for the Philippines. MAIE E. WATKINS......................College Hall, Wellesley, Mass. Student at Wellesley College. HELEN A. WHITSLAR ...............................1819 E. 97th St. Sophomore, College for Women. HELEN WORKMAN ...............................10915 Pasadena Ave. Studying music. FLORENCE ZIMMERMAN ..............................933 E. 105th St. Sophomore at W. R. U. Cornelius J. Abbott Charles A. Alexander Ruth H. Baker Rae E. Ball Ursula M. Barnard Eunice Bartlett Jay L. Battenfeld Jesse R. Battenfeld Nina F. Boffenmyer Frank V. Brady Florence E. Brandt Walter F. Braunlich Adolph D. Bresler Otto C. Budde S. Gertrude Bull Marie E. Cahill Lawrence L. Clark Elizabeth Coates Myrtle W. Crozier Rolfe P. Crum Louis J. Cunnea Louise A. Daus Anna B. Dietz Tresa L. Doyle Anna L. Dustin Ruth A. Edwards Frederick W. Enkler George A. Farasey Helen C. Farrell Nora M. Fawley Harold T. Fonda Olive S. Ford William H. Freytag Rolland T. Frost Ethyl A. Futch Mildred Gage Eugene R. Gardner Gertrude H. Germond Edith W. Goulding Marie Greenwood Florence M. Grove Harry G. Grover 115 Carl F. Haeberle Clarence H. Handerson George E. Hart Florence G. Heineman Harry A. Heller DeWitt C. Herrick Florence O. Horsburg Ernest A. Joseph Emily M. Kaercher Earl G. Keevan Blanch E. Kloepfer Dorothea G. Knobloch Ada E. Koehler Adeline A. Korabeck Stella J. Kraft Elmer W. Kraft Estelle F. Kramer Ernest W. Kuhl Ethel M. Landphair Alma I. Laubscher Grace Lawes James L. Lind Elizabeth B. Logan Malvina B. Lux Alice Lyle Edna O. McCormick Loretta M. McDonough Genevieve M. McFadden Adelbert McLaughlin Retta C. McMillin Bessie M. MacLeod Ethel Mackenzie Harold S. Malm Genevieve B. Maloney Edith R. Mason Myrtle L. Mason Agnes C. Mauer Charles C. Means Marie R. Mequillet Meta L. Messer Eva R. Metherell Muriel A. Miller Alice B. Moore Florence E. Nickels John H. Nielson Roy C. Norris Nannie K. Nutting Florence M. Ossman Muriel L. Paskins Wilfred H. Pollock Abbie I. Porter Elsie L. Ritter Mayme B. Robinson Frederick G. Rodgers Elsie E. Roodhuyzen Imogene M. Rose Mabel E. Rothermel Hazel U. Ruth Paul W. Schwan, Jr. Dudley H. Scott Elsie M. Seitz Louis W. Siegrist Margaret H. Smith Carl Spero William F. Spieth John E. Splittorf Eugene W. Steimer Alfred J. Straka Loretta H. Sweeney De Alton Valentine, Jr. Grace G. Vogt Thomas F. Wallace Gertrude Weber Pauline M. Weitz Grace R. Whipple Howard D. Williams Nathan P. Wright Class of ’08 JEAN BALDWIN ......................................6015 Quimby Ave. Spending the winter in St. Louis. CLARENCE F. BLUEM .............................. 1336 E. 91st St. Freshman at Adelbert, W. R. U. EDWIN L. BOTTLE ..............................9302 Hough Ave. N. E. Studying and Teaching Music. FRED’K L. BURRIDGE.................................1656 Crawford Rd. Case School. NEIL M. CLARK.....................12 Kirkland PL, Cambridge, Mass. Student at Harvard. HENRIETTA MONROE CLEVENGER, Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. Enjoying Vassar. R. REID COLEMAN ........................114 Eddy St., Ithaca, N. Y. Freshman at Cornell University. WATSON COOKE ...................................1756 E. 90th St. Freshman at Case School. ALFRED M. CORRIGAN ...........................2618 Payne Ave. N. E. Reporter with Press. ARTHUR J. DAVIS ........................59 Knowles St., E. Cleveland Eastland Steamship Co. LUAIN W. DURGETTO ..............................1568 E. 66th St. Stenographer. 116 MARY SMITH EDGE ...............Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. Freshman at Vassar. GENEVA EHLER......................411 Forest Rd., Roland Pk., Md. Keeping House. CHARLES C. FOOTE ..............................1317 E. 77th St. In office of Tungstolier Co., Schofield Bldg. SARAH M. GILCHRIST ............................1859 E. 97th St. Studying Music. IDA C. GNAGI ..................................1434 E. 90th St. Teaching Music. THOMAS E, HANN.......................... 10520 Fairmount Ct. N. E. Student at Adelbert, W. R. U. HORACE R. HARRISON ............................990 E. 79th St. Student at Case School. PEARL I. HIMMELMAN ......................10621 Olivet Ave. N. E. Freshman at Cleveland School of Art. GLADYS L. HOLMES ..............................9361 Hough Ct. Attending College for Women, W. R. U. EDITH HORNICKEL ...............................11418 Bellflower Rd. Student at Vassar College. MRS. WM. LE ROY JOHNSON nee Louise Hoyt........Elizabeth, N. J. Traveling. HAZEL RUE HULL ................................10908 Churchill Ave. Teaching School at Gates Mill, O. VERNA M. HULL..................................1437 E. 86th St. Enjoying a year at home before “getting down to study again.” ALICIA M. IRWIN ......................R. 1, Box 152, Furlock, Cal. Living on a fruit ranch. RALPH T. KAIGHIN .............................. 1599 E. 86th St. Case School. MARY ELIZABETH KENEALY ........................7106 Linwood Ave. Student at College for Women, W. R. U. FRANCIS K. LAWRENCE ....................................Gambier, O. Freshman at Kenyon College. RUTH GERTRUDE LIBBY............................1922 E. 81st St. Freshman at Smith College. LUCY L. LUTTON ................................1816 E. 26th St. Post Graduate at East. MABEL GERTRUDE McGOVERN .......................8311 Decker Ave. Student at Cleveland Normal School. CLARENCE J. MALONEY ........................... 1866 E. 87th St. Student at Case ’12. HAZEL A. MASON ................................1711 E. 86th St. Studying music and art at Ursuline Academy. CLARENCE E. MELLEN ............................1360 E. 95th St. With White, Johnson, McCaslin Cannon. LUCY LINDE MERKEL .............................1086 E. 71st St. At home. 117 1449 E. 94th St. ANNA O. MILLER ................... Attending Cleveland Normal School. HAZEL C. MILLER ............................187 Carlyon Rd„ E. C. Freshman at Cleveland Kindergarten Training School. SUSAN VIOLA MOORE ............409 Belmont Ave., Youngstown, Ohio Post Graduate at Rayen High, studying vocal music. MARGARET M. MORAN ................................ 1450 E. 94th St. Attending Normal Training School. ALFRED MURAWSKY ...................................1263 E, 114th St. Student of Architecture. ETHEL M. NEIGH ....................................1391 E. 90th St. Staying at home. MIEDRED OCKERT ....................................1727 E. 84th St. At College for Women, W. R. U. JOHN W. OHRMANN ......................458 Collamer St., Collinwood With Lindsay Wire Weaving Co. RHEA MARGUERITE PATON ........................73 Idlewood, E, C. Attending Smith College. ANNA JOSEPHINE PEARCE .............................1918 E. 82nd St. Student at Vassar College. CLEVE HALE POMEROY................................ 1973 E. 81st St. Attending Adelbert College. FLORENCE C. RANNELLS.........Poughkeepsie, N. Y„ Vassar College Student. HOWARD L. RICHARDSON..........................Lawrence, Kansas Student in Kansas State University. ROTH A O. RICHMOND.................................8405 Hough Ave. At home for a year; Studying music. FRANK M. ROBY......................................1906 E. 82nd St. Attending Case School of Applied Science. JEAN SALTER........................................1511 E. 108th St. Lake Erie College. FRIEDA SHAW...........................8016 Linwood Ave. N. E. Staying with children afternoons and evenings while the parents are away. EDITH E. SIDLEY.......................85 Hower Ave., E. Cleveland Student at C. N. T. S. MARIE SINDERMANN ..................................6615 Hough Ave. Attending Normal School. CARLTON L. SMALL...................................1907 E. 81st St. Student at Western Reserve University. FRIEDA STOHLMANN....................................930 E. 78th St. Attending Business College. FRANCIS CARLETON TRUMAN...........29 W. Lane Ave., Columbus, O. Acting the flat at O. S. U. GERTRUDE A. WAGNER............................5908 Whittier Ave. Attending Normal School. GLADYS WHIPPLE..................................10087 Republic Ct. Music. 118 1649 E. 86th St. N. E. SOPHIE WULF.................. Student at Normal School. MALCOLM Y. YOST.................................39 Allandale Ave., E. C. Attending Reserve University. Louis F. Ahlman Ralph H. Akins, Jr. Marjorie Alexander Elizabeth G. Anderson Evangeline K. Anthony Johanna H. Baginski Edna H. Baldwin Jay H. Barnum Delia M. Battles Anna H. Blake Dora C. Book Frances B. Borger Florence A. Carr Lucile M. Carrier Hazel R. Cockrem Katherine L. Corry George W. Crane Irene F. D’Arcy Elizabeth Dawson Alice M. Day Earl R. Diebold Charlotte C. Dobbert James L. Donaldson Hazel P. Fetterman Ruth R. Franz George C. Grossman Walter F. Hach Jerome P. Hanley Mary L. Hauck Clarence T. Hemmings Lincoln S. Hemmings Burton N. Holcomb Leon S. Holdstein Elizabeth M. Horan 119 Address Delivered by Dr. Faunce, at East High School, March 18. ES, it was four years ago this month that I was here, and four years is a generation in the life of a school; so I suppose there is nobody here who was here when I was in this room previously. But whether this be true or not, it is the same school, with the same ideals, with the same great hopes and aims—aims which are not of the East nor West, but of the Republic and modern civilization. Now, this morning, I do not know just what subject I am going to talk on, but I know my object and purpose, and that is the main thing after all. A friend of mine is accustomed to illustrate a certain point in this way: You have seen the spectacle, which is sometimes amusing and sometimes tragic, of a man trying to catch a moving trolley car. You have seen him, perhaps, breathless and hatless, chasing the car that is vanishing down the street. Now, suppose I were to ask, “What is making the car go?” Probably I should receive various answers dependent on your knowledge of electricity; but all those answers would agree in this: you would all say, the car goes because it has to go, because it is driven by forces outside itself. It does not want to go, it does not choose to go, it does not try to go. It is compelled by forces exterior to its structure. Therefore, we do not praise the car because it goes, nor blame it because it stops; it is a thing to be driven by the driving powers of modern civilization. Now, suppose I should ask you, “What makes that man go?” Probably, again, you would give very different answers, dependent on your knowledge of human nature. Probably the man is trying to get to the bedside of a sick child; perhaps he is trying to meet an important engagement; perhaps he is trying to be true to some promise he has made. In any case, the man goes, not because he has to, not because he is driven, but because of the ideal he cherishes of the sort of life he wants to live and the kind of man he wants to be. He has a vision within of a man who is prompt in meeting engagements, that is faithful to duty, to the kind of life he wants to live,—and he goes after the car, or anywhere else during the day, because he chooses to go; because he is not a thing, but a person, because he is not a cunning mechanism, but a spirit, and because he chooses to live a certain kind of life, and bear a certain kind of character—therefore the man goes. Now, which are you,—a thing on the one hand, or a man or woman on the other? Are you shoved through life, or led by your own ideals? Were you driven to school by parents whom you must obey; are you brought here week after week and month after month by forces outside yourself; do you learn the lessons because you are afraid of the marking system, because you fear a certain disgrace? Then you are a thing; you are driven through life; 121 you are treated as a thing and are content to remain a thing. The true student, whether in school or college, is the one that lives a life because he wants to live it, because he says, “That is the sort of a personality I wish to make.” What sort of ideals should one carry within? Suppose none of us is willing to be driven through life, what sort of vision of life should we carry within? What sort of purposes should one have as guiding forces in life? I think, in the inner vision of self which each one of us carries, the first factor should be the determination to achieve simple honesty and integrity in work- manship. I do not mean telling the truth; every decent student tells the truth. I have not come here to tell this school to tell the truth. I mean something very much deeper than that. I mean integrity in the work of one’s own hands and one’s own brain. Thomas Carlyle tells that his father, who was a stone mason, built many stone cottages throughout the part of Scot- land in which they lived, and that those cottages, even today, are dis- tinguished by the solidity, soundness, and honesty of the masonry that went into them. It is a fine distinction for a stone mason to have. There is a great deal of workmanship in our life today that is not honest, that is dis- gracefully unsound and untrue. After the Slocum went down in New York harbor, it was discovered that a certain firm of contractors had put iron rods in the life preservers to give them the appearance of firmness and solidity. A little time ago I was in Albany, New York, visiting with my college friend, Governor Hughes. We walked through the state capitol which cost twenty million dollars. There was a heavy stone roof—so heavy that the keystone in the center began to crumble. Then the legislature appropriated money to build a fine, new roof of carved oak, a great oaken ceiling. All summer long the scaffolding was in place, and the workmen were there; and when the scaffolding was taken down there was, apparently, a beautiful oak ceiling. A workman was walking through the attic one day and thrust his foot right through the supposedly carved roof, which proved to be papier-mache, spread over the heads of the legislators of Albany. That hole in the roof is there today, left as an object lesson. Such examples as these are a disgrace to American civilization. No matter what you do, make up your mind that your work shall stand inspection. It shall stand your own inspection, at least, if no one else ever looks at it. The boy that hands in written work to his teachers that he knows is not his own work, is not simply disobeying rules, but is making honesty a little harder for every student in the school, nobility of character a little more difficult for the school as a whole. That is just as true in athletics as scholarship. Better to lose every game for the next ten years, than to win one game by trickery and subter- fuge, using means that will not bear inspection. There are schools in this country today that have gained their fame in athletics by damaging their own moral characters. On the diamond, or the gridiron, and in the high school 122 or college, say to yourself, “In the future years the proof of my inner vision shall be honesty in craftsmanship, integrity in the work of my own hands and my own brain.” Another element of this inner ideal of manhood and womanhood I am sure should be this: That every one of us should appreciate the beauty of the world in which we live. This is a very busy age. I have just come through Pittsburg and Youngstown, and have seen the mighty chimneys belching forth smoke and flame, a sign of the commercial activity of our age. It is a very busy age, and so busy, in fact, are thousands of men and women that they never see beyond their hat brims. They go through life with eyes closed to beauty, and never see the splendor and glory of the world in which God has placed us. We ought to live in two worlds: the world of fact, and the world of appreciation; the world of fact that deals with steel, coal, oil, sugar, wheat, and the world of appreciation that deals with nature, art, home, friendship and literature. The world of fact is that out of which we earn our living; the world of appreciation is that out of which we get our happiness and our deepest and truest life. Wordsworth pictured the plain man in his little poem, “Peter Bell,” where he says of Peter, “A primrose by a river’s brim, A yellow primrose was to him,—And it was nothing more.” Tennyson gives just the opposite view when he speaks of the flower in the crannied wall: “Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower, if I could but understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.” There are multitudes of men that see nothing but the yellow primroses, and there are others that see in the meanest flower that blows some revelations of “what God and man is.” Samuel Johnson, as you all know, made the first English dictionary of modern times. He was a man who had a great knowledge of the origin of words, but had little appreciation of the world of beauty. Someone asked Mr. Johnson what he thought of music, and he said, in his gruff way, “Sir, music does not convey to me the ideas of other people, and it prevents me from enjoying my own.” And so the world of music and the joy of it was hermetically sealed to Samuel Johnson. I knew a leather merchant in New York who was asked to subscribe to a fund to buy pictures and statues to decorate a school building. To the boy who went to get his subscription he said, “Do you see that sign of leather hanging on that wall?” “Well,” he said, “I would rather look on a good piece of leather like that than at the best picture ever painted.” He looked on leather till he died; he looked on leather and saw nothing else. 123 One of our comic papers has a saying that is true—many truths are spoken in jest—when it says that the best educated man is the one who can get the most fun out of a five dollar bill. Fun is a much larger word than you think it is. Fun is a much better word than you dream it is. The man that can get the most out of the sunrise and the starlight, the man that can get the most out of the voices of little children, and the handclasp of friends, the most out of home and church and school, the man that gets the most out of life and puts the most into life—there is the best educated man. I want to say to you, get all the fun, all the enjoyment out of life you possibly can, and during these beautiful spring days that are just beginning, see that your eyes are open to the beauty and splendor of the world you are passing through. One other thing I want you to cherish: that is, the devotion to truth and the search for truth wherever it may be and whatever the consequences may be. We have just been celebrating at Brown University, as at many other places in the country, the one-hundredth anniversary of Charles Darwin, who, I suppose, was the model student of the last century. Patient and uncom- plaining, investigating truth at any cost and willing to follow truth anywhere, one of the most candid and industrious and patient students that the world ever saw. For forty years he worked a great part of every twenty-four hours. He sailed for three years through southern seas and over the Indian ocean searching for specimens, in spite of continuous sea-sickness. He never got over working. He was a patient and admirable student, whether we follow his final conclusions or not. I wish every one of you could say: As long as I live I am going to follow truth wherever it may lead me. It may lead me into closer union with my friends or it may separate me from them; it may bring me honor and public office or it may bring me unpopularity; it may bring me everything fortune, wealth, and power can offer, or it may bring me poverty, disgrace, and scorn; but because I had training in the public schools of America, because I sat at the feet of certain teachers, I am not only a lover of truth, but I will follow truth whithersoever it may lead. There is a satisfaction in a life like that such as no other life can bring. And so, my friends, I want to say to you this morning, to sum up: Be not things shoved through school and through the world. Be men and women, led by your own ideal, and see to it that in pursuit of your ideal you have integrity in the work of your own hands, you have appreciation of the beauty and glory of the great world in which your life is to be lived, and you have that simple determination to do the very best thing you know, to follow the truth whithersoever it may lead; and if you do that, your life will be a genuine contribution to the welfare of the republic, a pride to your school, and a blessing to yourself, and an honor to the God who made you. 124 IT WAS one of those rare days in June which Lowell has so ably perpetuated in our memories. The sun shone brightly as was his wont on such days, for though it was now the year 2909 A. D., Old Sol had so faithfully followed his routine through the ages that folks still remarked, “Then if ever come perfect days.” He smiled inwardly as he gazed thfough his glittering beams on the world below. It was only one of the countless spheres which he blessed with his brightness and light, but it amused the old gentleman to reflect on the changes which had come over that particular mass of twirling atoms in the short space of ten centuries. He chuckled as he thought about the queer ways of its queer inhabitants, chuckled so deeply that three men were simultaneously stricken down with sun stroke. Sud- denly becoming aware of a noise on the other side of the world, he stretched his neck to get a glimpse of the Western Hemisphere—but alas and alack, he stretched too far and the long-haired scientists registered an eclipse. This tickled Old Sol immensely and the smile broadened, causing a Taft dimple to appear on either cheek. Again those of the long hair pulled forth their note-books—this time to take cognizance of the fact that the spots on the Sun which had so puzzled their esteemed ancestors had reappeared. Old Sol heaved a sigh and shook his head in a manner which intimated the hopelessness of it all. Then his gaze fell upon New York City. Boat No. 7 of the International Aerial Navigation Co., incorporated, copyrighted, and patented, was just leaving the moorings on the top of the Hot Iron Building, New York, for the second quarter of its daily sight- seeing trip around the world. In exactly 12 2-3 minutes the boat pulled over the city of Cleveland—the remarkably slow time being due to the fact that the sight-seeers wanted to get a good view of the state of Pennsylvania. The guide was speaking in Esperanto: “Ladies and gen—tulmen, our next stop will be East Minster Abbey, one of the 7,000 wonders of the wor—ruld.” 126 The immense machine hovered over the beautiful structure on the corner of Genesee and Decker avenues, anchored mechanically into a stall on the roof, and the occupants floated out on their individual wings. “Within the walls of this mightee struck-chure Ladees and Gentulmen —lie the ruins of the original humble building known as East High School, the school which sent forth the greatest minds of the 20th century, in fact the greatest minds the world has ever known. Within these walls lie interred for evermore all that remains of those great minds. No one knows why it was given the appellation of High School—it was anything but high —why, it would be contained 100 times in the structure you see before you. Let us enter. “Here at your right you see the coat of arms of the one great chief of the institution. He was very learned and very versatile in his day, but civiliza- tion wasn’t far advanced then—why, they hadn’t even dee-scovered perpetual motion, hard to believe as it may be, in those days of mediaeval history, people ate three times a day and actually slept one third of their lives. “The chief—his name was either Runnills or Runnhills—historians dif- fer,—was said to be a very handsome man—before he mislaid his mustache. It is even intimated that he purposely threw it away, fearing lest his appearance was too enticing for one of his dignity. “This, Lad—ees and Gent—ulmen is the bust of William S. Harp, the 35th president of the U. S., also a great linguist. It is said that when at the age of 18, asked about his prospect of becoming president, he replied: ‘After subjecting to the last analysis its ultimate dependence on the corollaries of the various ramifications of its inherent pedantuosity, I’m durned if I know.’ “This dark spot in the glass case is said to be the first drop of blud Paddy or Fady—again history is at fault—Ryan ever shed in the name of feetballs. Feetballs—or footballs as historian Rockwell has it—was a very noble game in which the object was to kick the ball and each other—the side which kicked the ball the farthest being the winner and he who received the most kicks being the greatest hero. “Here is a monument erected to another professor, Chas. R. Nite. It was through one of his delinquent scholars that the expression ‘As dark as the Nite’ originated.” The guide paused for breath, several of the crowd flew out of the win- dows, and Old Sol burst into such a hearty laugh that it caused an earth- quake in China. “In the ancient days of 1909, Ladees and Gentle-mun, the phone system of education was a thing of the future—the Professors merely professed in those times. “Here lie the remains of Roger Peckinpaw the great general who defeated the Japanese in the great Jap-American war; here, the last resting place of Mildred Rendall the renowned woman’s right advocate; here, a bust of that Noble Edeson; another of the celebrated Senator Charles Vilas; here, the tomb of the great painter Hopkins; next to it that of the wonderful musician, Bobby Hassler. Yonder lies Horace Buggs the poet, and here, the novelist Miriam Ganson. “We will now leave the sacred atmosphere of this illustrious building, Ladees and Gentlemen. The next place of interest is the Union Depot, another of the 7,000 wonders—said to be in exactly as good a condition today as it was 1,000 years ago.” The Sun frowned as the earth moved in a position to cut off his view. —W. Waid Scott, ’09. 127 The Use of Slang In these busy days of hurry, flurry, and scurry, everything is done in the quickest and most impressive way possible. Man is trying to make money. He hurries through one duty and then starts another, so that he may get rich. Just so with the language of man. People use it to express their thoughts. But their thoughts, which are hurrying through their minds at a rapid pace, must be expressed as quickly and concisely as possible. Consequently, the use of slang. There are no words in the English language to express ideas and picture thoughts as well as slang words can. Perhaps there are words, but most of them are big words and not so easy to articulate. Of course, this does not refer to all people. Boys and girls are the principal users of slang, but men and women use it to some extent. The reason for this is, of course, that young people have not developed the vocabulary that men and women have. Another reason is, that the former like to use slang expressions because many of them go straight to the point, and many besides, are very funny. Take, for instance, the slang word “lemon.” There is no word to describe some people as well as that little word of two syllables. More than that, a whole sentence or perhaps even a paragraph could not express to your listener the character of certain people as well as that word. Of course, slang is one of the evil elements in the English language, but, as I have said before, it is one of the most expressive. The chief reason for trying to obliterate slang from our language is because it, in its turn, is obliterating common English words from the vocabularies of young people. From now on, then, I say, let us all try to cease from the use of slang and to make an attempt, at least, to use English. —Charles W. Vilas, ’09. SPRING. Spring is here. Brings us cheer; Trees budding, Brooks flooding; Birds coming. Bees humming; Winds blowing, Grass growing; Nature’s awake, Beauty to make. 128 Ellwood Radtke, T2. THE. INTELLIGENCE or DOGS Of course you’ve met him at some time or other. He always seems to have plenty of spare time and is invariably accompanied by one or more dogs of doubtful breed and color. He generally begins by making a few commonplace remarks about the weather and then somehow or other con- trives to turn the conversation to the intelligence of dogs in general, his in particular. “Why, man,” he says, “this dog of mine—” About this time you sud- denly remember an important engagement and start away. Perhaps you succeed. In such a case you are fortunate. If you don’t—well, you are in for it and no mistake. He is firmly convinced that dogs are possessed of an intelligence which is little short of his own, a fact which you mentally admit. He can give you forty-’leven reasons for this belief and cite as many incidents to support his claim. Talk of a man being filled with his subject, he is filled and overflowing. And the worst of it is there’s no escape; disagree with him and he talks, agree with him and he still talks. In your own mind you may be perfectly sure that the dog he tells of, which aroused the family by his barking to find their home in flames only did so because the smoke choked him or that any of the other wonderful performances were actuated by a desire to obtain some favorite morsel. You know by experience that while your own dog can open a door, yet he has never been known to close one after him. Even this is of no avail. When you do finally succeed in making your escape your feelings may better be imagined than described. “Dog, man’s best friend?” Not accord- ing to your way of thinking. And yet, when you go home at night and your own dog comes racing to you, bringing your paper or slippers and then waits for his accustomed reward, you decide that after all he is intelligent. At least he seems so. 129 Burt Kennedy, ’09. Why? Why is it if I come to school And know my lessons well, My teachers never call on me? They must have ways to tell. But if some day I shirk my task, For reasons good or bad, Why ask me what I haven’t learned, And make me wish I had? Why is it when I’m feeling fine, And long to have some fun, My teachers always seem so cross? And what wrong has been done? Why is it if I throw a note, Or whisper to a friend, A teacher always looms in sight, And brings things to an end? Now, were our teachers always good? How dull school must have been. With sissy boys and gloomy girls Who did not dare to grin! Poor teachers, who were tortured so, I think it quite too bad, That after all that you went through, You wish to make us sad. —Rowena Brown, ’ll. With Apologies to Maud Maud Muller on a summer’s morn Heard the toot of a motor horn. She saw the judge come scorching past, “My!” said Maud, “but he’s going fast!” Then she remembered the sighs and tears The judge had caused her in former years. “Why, he’s breaking the law at that awful rate, Revenge for me,” laughed Maud, “just wait!” So she stood close by and never flinched, As she took his number and had him pinched. J. N. Wychgel, ’09. 130 An Ancient Scholar It is an ancient scholar, And he stoppeth one of three, “By thy worn-out face and sunken eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” “The school-room doors are opened wide, And I am almost late. The bell has rung, the classes pass; It must be after eight. He holds him with his sparkling eye— The East High flat stood still, And listens with an open mouth: The scholar has his will. “Ev’ry day, we went to school, Merrily did we go On Genesee avenue, In rain, sunshine, and snow. “Day after day, day after day, We received our tens and zeroes; You’re marked upon that which you know; And oft on what you know not of. “I studied my lessons and recited them well, The tens like waves did swell; For reciting and studying, and studying and reciting, Lay like a load on my weary mind, But at my feet, the glory fell. “Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou East High flat! He reciteth well, who studieth well, Science, Latin and math. “He reciteth best, who studieth best Through winter, spring, and fall; For the dear teacher who marketh us, He flunks and passes all.” 131 Hugo Lux, ’09. The Statue of the Alhambra THERE lived many years ago, amid the ruins of that ancient, mysteri- ous old castle and fortress, the Alhambra in Granada, a poor peasant named Juan Pereda, who, during daytime labored in the field at the outskirts of the city. He lived in a dilapidated chamber of that famous old ruin, and many stories are told concerning his strange encounters and adventures. One evening, about dusk, Juan Pereda was seated on a stone bench in a neglected weed-ridden garden, which had once been the scene of much gaiety and revelry, where the Moorish maidens were wont to sit and stroll in the moonlight watching the playing of the fountain which occupied the center of this once enchanting spot. Well, as I have said, Juan was seated in the old garden, picking out dreamily some Spanish epic on his much-used guitar, when all of a sudden he jumped up and started for the castle. Being of an impulsive nature, he had decided for the hundredth time to explore that noted old fortress, the Alhambra. He took his course through the older part of the Castle, and at length came to that which had been the throne room of Alhamar, its builder. Branching off from this large hall was a small low room which he had never before discovered. He swung open the large massive iron door, and there in the center of the room stood a life-sized statue of an Egyptian youth! Pereda was about to investigate, when to his surprise and consternation the figure moved.. He fell back uttering a cry. The white marble arm motioned him to take a seat, which the terrified Juan did, muttering a prayer to the holy Virgin. Then the statue spoke: “Juan Pereda, since you have been the first to enter this cell since the days of Boabdil, the Moorish king who then ruled the land, I will tell you the story of my life and ask you to help me.” He then related the following tale: “Many centuries ago, when Egypt swayed the earth, there dwelt in Alexandria a beautiful maiden with whom I was in love. Her father was a noted astrologer and was versed in all the arts and sciences of magic. I became his apprentice. The height of his ambition was to make some compound which would preserve life forever. He worked night and day, but without success. “At last, one day, by accident, I discovered the sought-for compound. I was overjoyed. I went to him and asked him for the hand of his daughter if I would give him the greatest of human attainments, The Elixir of Life. Upon hearing of my discovery he was highly incensed to think he had been outdone by a mere youth, and he answered angrily that he would never consent to our marriage, whereupon I dashed the phial containing the liquid to the ground. Seeing what I had done, and seeing the treasured mixture lost, he waved his hand and changed me into what you see me now, this statue. 132 ‘‘Since then I have been in many places, seen many things and heard much. I was brought here by the slaves of Boabdil, to ornament this palace, and here I have remained. I ask you now, Juan Pereda, to take me to yonder tower and cast me on the rocks below that I may join my love in happiness.” Juan sat during this wierd and strange story with pallid face and trembling limbs, terror-stricken. He managed to drag the now motionless figure to the turret, and with one supreme effort, cast it down upon the rocks beneath, where it was shattered into countless pieces. The noise echoed and reechoed through the still evening air. Pereda made his way down to his humble dwelling in the fortress, looking back now and then as if fearful of some apparition. Not long after, Juan Pereda disappeared from the Alhambra, and it was rumored by the peasant folk that he had met with some dire fate in that mysterious old ruin of Granada; but many years later an aged man was seen in Seville seeking for some potion which would make whomso- ever would take it immortal. Who he was, though, was never ascertained and is still a mystery. Harry T. Hatcher, Tl. The Troubles of a High School Boy In the depths of my heart is a calling severe All my troubles to tell without any fear; For, as you will see when all through this you’ve read, I have not signed my name to what I have said. If I’m early for school, then my teacher is late; If the other way ’round, half an hour is my fate. If I’ve studied my lessons I’m not asked a thing, But if I have not, my mark’s always a ring. Though I try to be good and my teacher obey I am sent to the office most every day. If I run through the halls, though my lookout is keen, I am sure by some sharp pedagogue to be seen. If I wish to go home, though I’m ever so sick, My instructors just think it’s some kind of a trick. This, perhaps, will continue till, prompted by pride, I’ll get ready some day and commit suicide. 133 Anonymous. To Mr. Rannells, Mr. Knight and Mr. Schulte Three teachers With three upturned faces, Three barbers At their reg’lar places, Three sighs To think of sacrifice, Three strokes Three faces shorn in trice, Three wives Giving hubby lashes, Three wishes For those lost mustaches. Clyde A. Phillips, ’09. Julius Caesar O Caesar was a mighty man, Renowned through countless years; We read his commentaries long, The source of woes and fears. Our lives are made a misery As, trying to remember, We wade through lengthy sentences, His clauses to dismember. We learn that with his valiant men He conquered many lands; And how the warriors came to him Begging with outstretched hands. And, merciless to captive Gauls, Who bowed to his great might, He shows no pity for our lives Who toil long through the night. O Caesar! thou art mighty yet! As Shakespeare sang of yore; The tales you wrote in triumph then, Still plague the Sophomore. 143 Dorothy Smith, ’ll. A Chase by a Revenue Cutter AMONG the islands of Lake Erie are a certain class of American fishermen who, under cover of darkness, steal over into the Cana- dian waters to set and haul their nets. Of these Stephen Hitch- cock was the foremost. He was a man about seventy years old with fast whitening hair and, although he had lost three fingers of his right hand, from being frozen, he could still pull an oar with the best of the men. He had lived his whole life upon the lakes. At the age of ten he left home to ship aboard one of the coasting schooners which traded from port to port of the lower lakes. In this service he rose until he became captain and part owner of a five hundred ton trader. But one stormy fall this boat was cast upon the rocks and wrecked. Almost broken-hearted at the loss of his boat, he settled on Kelley’s Island and became a fisherman. He was well situated for this. In front of his house was a little harbor which was large enough to afford ample shelter for his double cat- rigged fish boat. Near this cove was a small string of pond nets, from which all of his fish were supposed to come. But his neighbors knew well that the great supply of fish which he regularly shipped off to San- dusky could not all come from these nets in the almost exhausted American waters, and so on the nights when he and his son and his boat were missing, it was fairly certain that they could be found somewhere within the Canadian border. Of course the Canadian government knew of this poaching, but, al- though the Revenue Cutter “Petrel” was stationed among the islands, it was very hard to catch these men, for they carried no lights and made no noise, slipping along like a ghost ship in the dark. Their nets were marked with pieces of driftwood, daubed with phosphorus, which gave out only a feeble glow; enough for their owner’s knowing their exact location to find them, but not enough to be suspicious to the revenue officers. About this time the Canadian government was more anxious than ever to break up this thieving, so, in the guise of yachtsmen, two secret-service officers came to Put-in-Bay with a swift motorboat, to obtain evidence. One night in May, Stephen Hitchcock and his son sailed over to the west shore of Pelee Island to set their nets. Unknown to them, the Canadian officers followed at a distance, hoping to catch them in the act. But accidents will happen and, luckily for Stephen, the motorboat’s engine broke down and by the time it was repaired the nets were set and the sailboat was returning. Spfeedily overtaking it the officers searched the boat, but nothing could be found and they reluctantly let it go, while they themselves went back to look for nets. But it is no easy task to search four or five miles of water and they were finally obliged to give it up. Three nights after this it was time to haul the nets. Although it was bright moonlight, Stephen decided to go. He did not know that the Petrel patrolled those waters nightly, since his meeting with the launch. He started about eight o’clock with a fair westerly wind which brought him to the fishing grounds a little after ten. After circling around a few times he finally located his nets and began to haul them aboard. When they were about half through, his son suddenly stopped and listened. The faint beating of engines came clearly to them across the water. It was the Petrel! 135 “We shall have to cut and run for it,” he said. “No,” said his father. “We’ll take all our nets with us.” And well for them that they waited, for they would have had to go between the broad beam of moonlight and their pursuers, which would certainly have been disastrous to them. As it was, the cutter steamed about half a mile to the eastward of them, run- ning south at about six knots an hour. As soon as the nets were hauled they followed, making about the same time and hoping to slip past the steamer in the darkness, but after they had gotten safely past the cutter and just abreast of Middle Island, which is near the American boundary, a block creaked. The officers of the cutter heard it and swept the water with their searchlight until they found them. Then began a truly royal race, sail against steam. Hoisting every sail aboard the boat, although it threatened to blow the masts out of her, Stephen hoped to cross the border only a few hundred yards away before the cutter could catch him. Soon he saw that although he was rapidly being overhauled, the cruiser would not be able to intercept him. “If they don’t hit us with one of their guns we are safe,” he said. At the same moment a shot boomed harmlessly past them as a gentle hint for him to stop. But he disregarded this and sailed on. Seeing that something more effective would have to be done to stop him before he crossed the line, the officers trained the gun upon the boat itself. But just then the cutter emerged from the lee of Middle Island and the swell lifted the bow just enough to send the shot ripping harmlessly through the sails of the boat ahead, and before the gun could be loaded again the fishermen had crossed the border and were in safety. Stephen himself says that, although he has been in many tight corners, he has never before had such a narrow escape as the time he was saved by a chance wave. Warren Roberts, TO. We read some poems by Burns Of maidens dead, and gone, Of lovely love, one learns, I think that he was wrong. If I a maid would love, A maiden sweet who dwelt On earth, and not above— Before her, I would have knelt. Eugene F. Sawyer, ’09. 136 The Origin of the Monarch Butterfly Part I LONG ago in a distant part of the world was a small nook called Fairyland. Butterflies, moths and other beautiful creatures made this their home. In one part of this nook, sheltered from the intense heat of the tropical sun, by a dense and impenetrable wood, was the abode of the forest nymphs. The queen of these fairies was a lovely being named Zeda, beautiful beyond description. Besides these nymphs an old witch dwelt there. To her had been given the gift of prophecy, and, though she lived in a dark cavern far from other people, she had often been visited by brave knights, who wished to have their future destinies revealed. One day a handsome youth, Alardos by name, having left his native home in search of wealth, wandered into this strange land. He stopped to rest under a large tree, and there he was discovered by Zeda. She greeted him cordially and invited him to her fairy kingdom to visit her people. The following morning he came upon the queen in her garden, a spot rendered beautiful by the shade and fragrance of flowering shrubs abound- ing there. Seeing Zeda in such bewitching surroundings, he was overcome by a great love for the fair queen. Falling at her feet, he directly asked her to marry him. This, she said, would be impossible unless he forsook the pursuits of mortals and adopted the customs and beliefs of her people. Alardos bade her tell him how this could be accomplished and she replied: “Seek thou the witch who dwells in yonder cave; tell her the truth only, for she is far-seeing and, if deceived, she would banish thee from this country. Farewell!” As Zeda finished she disappeared, and from the sky there came a num- ber of beautiful butterflies. One among them, which was dark red in color, flew to the feet of Alardos and, upon coming in contact with the earth, at once changed into an elf. He was the prince of the fairies, and he said to Alardos: “Place thyself in this chariot, O youth! we are fulfill- ing the queen’s wish to carry thee to the witch’s abode.” So saying the elf resumed his former shape and took his place among the butterflies. Part II The witch, droning some monotonous tones to herself, was mixing a potion in an iron caldron, when lo! the winds began to whistle wildly, trees shook, thunder rolled, and lightning flashed! Louder and louder grew the noise. The elements foretold someone’s approach. The chariot, in which Alardos was conveyed, stopped before her cave- like hovel. He touched the door intending to knock, but it immediately flew open and a shrill harsh voice from within shouted: “Ho, Demon! what wouldst thou?” “A conference with thee.” “Whence comest thou?” “From Zeda, queen of the fairies.” “Enter!” At this Alardos stepped across the threshold and found himself in a most filthy and dingy den. He was amazed at the surroundings, and as he stood there in his bewilderment, he heard the cracked voice of the witch 137 saying: “Make haste with thine errand! Mine time is precious.’ Then Alardos told of his love for Zeda and his desire to marry her. In reply the hag answered: “Ere thou canst be made king of the fairies, thou must procure for me a beautiful lily which blooms in yonder valley. In order to do this thou must assume the form of a butterfly, which thou wilt al- ways keep.” Saying this, she waved a queer wand over him, and, as she did so, he was changed into a small, pale green egg. But this experience was as nothing compared with the other three stages of the butterfly’s life. In the second, or caterpillar stage, his outer coat was changed several times, until finally the last one was a bright yellow, striped with black bands. This he shed, though, when he entered the third, or chrysalis stage, when his robe was green in color, decorated with gold spots. When he emerged as a Butterfly, bright red in color, with black veins and borders, he was more than proud of himself, and flitted about gaily in the warm sunshine. He forgot his errand in the ecstasy of his new environments, until he spied a small valley beyond a huge mountain. On descending to the vale below him, he heard a queer muffled sound. Looking around he saw an old witch, similar to the last one he had encountered, watching him closely. He soon found she was trying to catch him in a net. In this she was unsuccessful, so she returned to her hut, and then Alardos began to look for the flower. When he secured it he set out for the witch of Fairyland. He presented it to her, and she was overjoyed at his success. “Ah!” said she, “at last thou hast procured the much coveted lily from mine enemy. Art thou still desirous of marrying the queen?” “I am,” said Alardos. “Then I crown thee king of the butterflies. Go!” Alardos quickly flew to the palace, and there rejoiced with the fairy queen, who, surrounded by her gaily attired courtiers, greeted him cor- dially. The following day Alardos and the queen were married with much pomp and glory, and thenceforth he has been known as the King or Mon- arch of the fairy butterfly kingdom. Mary Connor, ’ll. The Bridge to the Moon I builded a bridge to the moon one night As I lay there, a dreaming. The way to me was so clear and bright. And countless stars were gleaming. The foundation was made of ambition great, The pillars the life of a boy, The truss work, desires to satiate, The whole was my only joy. But alas! How soon it did tumble, How soon my hopes were sped. But the timber I used, though humble, Helped me to earn my bread. Howard F. Knecht, ’09. 138 Jimmy Waters, Jockey A THOUSAND dollars! It seemed the millionth time that this thought had surged through his brain. For Jimmy Waters was face to face with a problem. He little realized that this was a turning- point for good or bad in his life; and he was unused to moralizing on such subjects. Jimmy, two years before, had lived on a sm ll farm down on Long Island. His father had died suddenly and the income of the family, never too large, had been cut off. For more than a year, to- gether with his mother and sisters, he had cultivated the little farm and by strict economy made ends meet. His father’s business had partly been that of horse raising and Jimmy in a large measure inherited a knowledge and love of horses from him. To ride was almost second nature to him. So it chanced that “Colonel” Jack Webb, famous breeder and racer of horses, on a trip through Long Island searching for promising young colts for his stables, noticed the boy breaking in a horse in his pasture. His nearly faultless horsemanship aroused admiration in the old man. With- out much delay, he told Jimmy that ten dollars a week was waiting for him if he became a stable-boy in his employment. Such an offer seemed a God-send, and Jimmy, having obtained his mother’s consent, set out the next day for Walton, where the Colonel’s farm was situated. At first Jimmy found the life a hard one because of the enmity of the other hands. They resented the bringing in of this “Rube” by the “old man.” But Jimmy was handy with his fists and had shown that he was no coward. So he had worked faithfully, rising at four in the morning to water and feed the horses under his care and then exercising them around the track. The boy’s favorite was a powerful black stallion, Ranger by name. He had become strongly attached to the horse and understood its every feeling and want. So it was natural that Jimmy was chosen to ride Ranger whenever he was entered in a race, and this was just the reason why Jimmy was in a puzzled and indefinite state of mind. He recalled, as plainly as if it were now, the conversation yesterday with Murphy. He had been offered a thousand—Jimmy thought again— yes, a thousand, to see that Ranger did not win that race. Murphy, a rival of Colonel Webb’s, had his George M. and Blue Ribbon entered also in this greatest event of the summer, the Walton Sweepstakes. By a careful watching of the various workouts Murphy saw that Ranger was easily the best. So he had resorted to money to gain his end. “Here’s some easy money, kid,” he had said, with a leer; “take my advice and don’t let it get away. And don’t you tell the old man about this or I’ll queer you. See?” Yes, Jimmy saw. He had heard much from the other jockeys of this kind of business, but such a temptation had never been placed in his way before. He thought it over that night as he lay in bed and almost de- termined to throw the race. It was so easy to lose at the finish, and who would ever know it was done purposely? Besides, there was a mortgage on the little farm on Long Island that could be raised and thereby put an end to much worry and fear that it would be foreclosed. With these and many other thoughts revolving in his mind, he found little time for sleep. Saturday dawned bright and clear with little wind, one of those days of late August that make life worth living. The trainers and veterans of 139 the track all predicted fast time for the races. The morning was spent In a final short jog and rubdown of the horses. Already the crowds were pouring into Walton, hundreds upon hundreds. Jimmy wondered what all these people would think of him a few hours later. Would he be “nervy” or “yellow” in their eyes? It all depended upon his winning or losing, and that depended on himself. Again the thought recurred to him whether or not he should follow what seemed the easier course. And now it was starting time. The Colonel himself helped Jimmy into the saddle, and with a hearty slap on the back told him that it was up to him. Jimmy rode out past the crowd and the judge’s stand thoughtfully. The bell sounded and he reined up with the others. He had drawn the pole and was secretly glad of it. Then the signal and they were away. With long, easy swing, Ranger swept into the lead with the others close at his flanks. The intelligent horse knew what was required of him and did not waste his strength at the start. The quarter! Then how they flew down that back stretch, the other jockeys vainly trying to bring their mounts to the lead. Meanwhile, Jimmy was thinking rapidly. He could slow up a little and allow Blue Ribbon to get the lead at the three-quarters pole, though appearing to fight for the place. Then he could lose by inches. And so, at the turn, he hung heavily on the bit, so that Ranger nearly lost his stride. The horse could not understand why Jimmy wished to slow, especially at this point. But time had been given for the other horses to come up and now Blue Ribbon was neck and neck with Ranger. A vision of the money flashed across Jimmy’s brain and then another followed it, one in which he saw his mother. What would she say if she knew how the money was obtained? Jimmy knew instinctively that she would think it was wrong, and he, too, knew it was. His mind was suddenly drawn to the race. Blue Ribbon’s rider had taken advantage of the lead and had started to cut in toward the fence. Jimmy saw instantly that he would be “pocketed” if he could not regain the lead. With Blue Ribbon ahead and the others pressing in closely on the side he could not possibly win. With a shout, he struck his horse a stinging blow with his whip, and the splendid animal responded with a great spurt. Up to Blue Ribbon’s flanks, then even with him and so close that the jockey’s boots struck together, they crawled. With a scant hundred yards to go, both jockeys urged their mounts on to their best. Clinging close to the horse’s necks and shouting like madmen they flew down the stretch together. They hardly heard the cries and shouts of the vast crowd as they swept along at a terrific pace. Then with a last supreme effort Ranger hurled himself over the line, winner by a head. As he dropped limply from the saddle, Jimmy heard his name shouted on all sides and he was glad. He had fought his fight, and won. The next week the little weekly letter to Long Island held several times its former amount, and a woman in a humble farmhouse thanked God for her boy and shared his happiness with him. David Knight Ford, ’ll. 140 The Riches of Content ODEAR,” sighed Nellie, “I wish I didn’t have to go to school; it’s just horrid, but I know they won’t let me stop.” She had turned • wearily to her books again, when she felt a light touch on her arm, and looking around she saw a beautiful fairy, who said, “I heard you say you wanted to stop school; I can grant your wish, but you must change your human form. What would you rather be?” “O,” said Nellie, after she had recovered from her surprise, “I think I should like to be a bird, then I could always fly among the trees and flowers in the sunshine; yes, that would be fine.” “Very well,” said the fairy, “and if you should ever be in trouble, and need help, repeat this charm: ‘O, heed me in my hour of plight, Come and help me, fairy bright,’ and I will come to you.” So saying, she touched her with her wand. Nellie flew out of the window, exalting in the novel sensation of flight, and that she was done with lessons forever. She flew to a nearby forest, and there saw a man with a gun, who she knew was a hunter. But forgetting that she was a bird, and probably what he was looking for, she made no effort to get away, so she soon found herself falling,—with a broken wing. She fell among some bushes, so when the hunter came to look for her, he did not see her and went on. She fluttered around awhile, but the wing pained her so she decided to call on the fairy for help, so she repeated the charm, and when the fairy appeared, she said, “O, please make me something else, I don’t wan’t to be a bird any longer.” The fairy answered, “If you will go to school, and not complain about your lessons, I will make you human, but if you don’t I will make you something else; what do you prefer to be?” Nellie pondered deeply; she thought just then it would be very nice to be a girl again, but there was the dreaded school which she had the chance to be rid of, so she answered hesitatingly, “No I guess I don’t wan’t to be human. I would rather be a flower.” The fairy again touched her with her wand and by the roadside bloomed a beautiful red flower. Soon a girl whom Nellie recognized as one of her classmates, came by, and seeing the flower, plucked it and hastened home. On reaching there she said, “O, mother, look what a beautiful flower I found while collecting botanical specimens. I never saw one like this before; I’m so glad I found it. With that she placed poor Nellie in a vase to keep for the following day. O, how she wished she had not been so foolish as to want to change places with anything, and here she was going to the very place she had tried to escape. And this time—she shuddered to think of it,—to be torn to pieces by a botany class. O, how—but she woke up suddenly and rubbed her eyes. “O, how glad I am,” she finished happily, “that was only a dream,” and turned to her books with the resolution never to be discontented again. —Maud Sutherland, ’ll. 14 J Ye Pied Piper The following bit of history was brought to light by a party of tourists from Mars, who were examining the magnificent ruins of the former Cleveland Postoffice, and is still to be found in the National Mu- seum at Mars, and is entitled, “Ye Pied Piper of Cleveland, or, A Legend of Ancient Cleveland.” Pipe the First. Long ago, in ye good old days, ye must know there was great corrup- tion in ye ancient city of Cleveland, which was then included in ye colonial possessions of his most sacred majesty, Theodore I. For ye city of Cleve- land was infected by a band of rats, under ye leadership of ye wicked rat, Horace Andrews. Ye same rats had entered ye citadel of ye gude citizens of Cleveland bringing with them ye plague which swindled ye poor Cleve- land people out of their hard-earned dollars by making them pay five cents for ye poor street-car service. And there wes a great commotion in ye ancient city of Cleveland. Then, one day, while ye gude citizens of Cleveland were sitting in council in ye memorable City Hall, which was burned on ye equally as memorable date of February the twenty-second, of ye famous year nineteen hundred and eight, there entereth through the door of ye aforementioned City Hall a man of generous dimensions who beareth ye proud name of Tom L. Johnson. His garments were very motley, being of an orange color like ye three cent street-cars, and covered with ye steel rings which resemble ye three cent car tickets, and ye smile of ye Tom L. was as broad as his face. “What wilt thou have?” asketh ye chairman of ye council. Ye smile broadened, and ye Tom L. answereth, “I have come to drive away the wicked rats from the city of Cleveland.” 142 “Thou drive away the rats!” responded ye chairman. “But how?” Ye smile broadeneth still more, and ye jovial Tom L. only looketh wise. But ye wicked rat, Horace Andrews, trembleth in his very boots at ye sight of that smile. Sayeth he to another rat named Goff, “I fear that smile.” Thereupon ye jovial Tom L. taketh from his pocket a flute which resembleth (strange to say) a three cent car, and beginneth to play upon it a tune to the effect of: “O rats rejoice! rejoice O rats! For now all men are powerless, So march ye forth and have no fear For all are wishing you good cheer. So come march forth, rejoice, O rats. For Cleveland now is freed from cats Who injure, kill, destroy the rats That stand for undivided mounts Of changeless five-cent pieces. The people have confessed to me They fear the plague you bear. Now waits a splendid chance for you To establish five-cent fare.” And ye rats, enchanted by ye beautiful song, gather up all ye five-cent pieces and follow ye jovial Tom L. Ye jovial Tom L. leadeth them into a mountain of three-cent pieces and they are never seen again. And there is joy in ye ancient city of Cleveland belonging to his most sacred majesty Theodore I. Pipe the Second. Scarce one moon had passed by ere ye noble city council again sat in session, joyfully congratulating themselves upon their unexpected triumph in freeing ye city of Cleveland from ye ravages of ye wicked rats, and ir establishing ye twenty-five year franchise of three-cent fare and universal transfers. In the midst of their rejoicings “what should hap at the chamber door but a gentle tap.” Ye door openeth and in stalketh ye pied piper, Tom L. Johnson. Ye faces of ye note-worthy councilmen darken and a foreboding frown passeth over their countenances. But ye jovial Tom L., unabashed by ye lowering glances flashed in his direction, boldly advanceth to ye coun- cil table. Quoth he: “The rats from Cleveland I’ve driven away, And three cent fare now has full sway, No more a nickel must ye pay To ride in ye Cleveland cars. Ye rats have caused great commotion and din, A terrible detriment long have they been, And now great Mt. Threefer they’re all buried in, But before ye rejoicings ye people allay If you please, noble council, I’d first like my pay.” “Your pay, your pay!” The council looked blue. “We made no agreement so what can you do? We saw ye rats of five cent fare Into Mt. Threefer merge, The dead no more to life can come—” 143 Said the Piper, “You shall see, A thousand guilders you’re owing me, And if they’re not given to me soon You’ll find I can pipe to another tune.” With these words ye jovial piper again steppeth into ye street. Again ye silvery-voiced pipe is carried to ye lips of ye jovial Tom L. Ye great rustling as of ye north wind passing by is heard in ye air, and as ye Tom L. steppeth forth ye great number of universal transfer, ye beloved children of ye gude citizens of ye fair city of Cleveland flutter forth and follow in ye wake of ye revengeful piper. Ye gude citizens of Cleveland stand powerless to hinder ye abduction of their beloved children. Ye said piper goeth forward to ye outskirts of ye stricken city and straightway vanisheth with his precious followers, ye universal transfer, into ye dense forest of penny transfers and retumeth no more. Whereupon, ye street car men in ye service of ye Con-con rise up in arms against ye great misfortune. They gather in ye noted Chamber of Commerce Hall and take ye vote. Ye returns show an overwhelming majority in favor of ye strike. Thereupon ye Con-con men declare them- selves in ye state of turmoil. Ye unfortunate men who make so bold as to operate ye cars during ye. said state of commotion are given ye praise- worthy name of “scab,” and run ye risk of death in ye performance of their duties on ye said troublesome street cars. And none but ye Pied Piper of Cleveland can again restore peace to our beautiful city. —Elizabeth Barnes, ’12. (With apologies to Virgil.) Rumor Rumor goes through all the city, Gaining strength, Oh! what a pity; No other evil is more swift, Like shooting stars which pass adrift. Small at first with fear it climbs To the lofty clouds sublime; Cronus is its fearsome sire, It is sister to the giants dire. Swift of foot, swift of wing, Like fire its tongue of flame does fling, As many watchful eyes do glare As there are feathers in the air, At night it flies ’tween heaven and earth, Nor does it give itself to mirth. All day it sits a guardian spy, As ready for a wicked cry Against a mortal here below As any truth that it may know. —Frances Collister, ’09. 144 “O wad some pow’r the giftie gie us To see ourselves as others see us.” THESE opening lines of the verse, which Robert Burns was inspired to write to no less a creature than a louse, I am sure are very well known to most all English-speaking people and I dare say scarcely a day passes that this quotation is not repeated to curb the pride or presumption of some individual. The manner of its composition is quite amusing. Just as Schubert is said to have written the music for one of his loveliest songs on the back of a menu card in a Bohemian cafe, midst wildest noise and confusion, just so inappropriately was Burns inspired to write this witty, yet ridiculously humorous poem, in a hymn-book within the solemn, hal- lowed precinct of a church. For the story goes that one Sabbath a lady at- tired in her “Sunday best” sailed proudly into church. But alas! Burns, who happened to be seated in the pew behind the good lady, perceived, perambulating among the lace and ribbon of her new bonnet that tiny but obnoxious creature, to which he dedicated his poem. The humor of the situation appealed to Burns and as the only available paper he scribbled the following words on the fly leaf of a hymnal: “O wad some pow’r the giftie gie us To see ourselves as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion: What airs in dress an’ gait wad lea’e us And ev’n devotion! The popularity of this quotation is due to its almost unlimited applica- tion in our every-day life. When one becomes affected or self satisfied, as Burns says, if just some power could give that person one glimpse of him- self as others see him, “what airs in dress and gait wad lea’e” him. It is just this power, in an exaggerated sense, that the cartoonist aims at and in a general way it is the object of most writers. Not only is this true in a physical sense but it holds good in moral tendencies, in character. If not actual changes, at least, how many resolutions for reform would we make, if we could read our characters in a book as we read fictitious ones. Probably many of us wouldn’t even recognise ourselves and our motives, if we could see the image which we have photographed on the people with whom we come in contact. However, if we all lived according to the prin- ciple of one of the Greek philosophers “know thyself,” or Emerson’s advice to be thyself, there would never have been this quotation. But since mor- tals are the same the world over, from century to century, this quotation will be used as long as the English language exists and will be true as long as this world is inhabited by man. 14S Berta Hoemer, ’09. Philip Wick of Kingston ALL Kingston Academy felt blue, for Philip Wick, the best miler of the school had been suspended from the track team on account of his studies. The team this year seemed poor enough, but the school had hoped that with Wick and Hayes, Kingston might be victorious over Dunkirk, her greatest rival, who for two years had kept the track cup within her premises. It was in an athletic agreement between these schools that students to be eligible must be “up” in three subjects at least. Now Wick, but three days before the meet, had flunked an important mathe- matics test, thereby bringing his mark in that subject below passing, and because of this not even the most optimistic could see anything but defeat for the academy. It was Saturday afternoon. The whole of Kingston Academy had assembled at the athletic field where the two schools were to compete. The Dunkirk following had arrived on the noon train and everything was ready for the long-anticipated event. I said that all the school was at the field but there was one exception. Philip Wick sat alone in his room in Hertley Hall, disconsolate and sorrow- ful. He tried to read and he tried to study but in every case his mind wandered over the campus to the scene of the contests. Every few minutes the faint cheers of his comrades reached his ears, and then again all was silent. Wick was in the best possible condition, having trained faithfully for over two months and he knew that he could have won the race if he had been given the chance. After pacing the floor for what seemed to him hours, Philip heard a knock at his door and opening it he admitted Profes- sor Howell, the teacher of mathematics. For a moment Wick was rather confused, for he recalled his many unpleasant thoughts concerning the instructor now before him, but recovering himself he offered him a chair and attempted to hide his feelings. The preliminary greetings over, Professor Howell at once launched upon the purpose of his visit. “Wick,” he said, “I have just been going over the grades in your class and I find that in your case there has been a mistake and that you did not go below as I previously said. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for I sup- pose it is now too late to be of any use to us.” Philip stared blankly at his teacher and for an instant he felt a new anger arising within him, but then as he gazed at the opposite wall, he saw by the clock that it was but seven minutes before the mile event. He had thought that it was long past that time. “Could he make it,” was Wick’s first thought. Then a plan occurred to him. “Mr. Howell,” he stammered, “Will you—would you go over to the field and explain this to Mr. Goulder while I run to the gym and dress?” “Why yes,” said the Professor, “If you think you can make it.” Philip waited for nothing more but darted from the room and headed for the gymnasium. Arriving here he donned his running attire with a frantic effort at speed, and then set out for the field. When almost there he passed Professor Howell, who, on account of advancing age had traversed the distance rather slowly. Without a word Wick continued and entered the gate. Here he saw at a distance the starter raise his pistol and fire, starting the milers on the race which would decide the games, for thus far 146 the two Academies were just even in points. Philip’s first thought was to stop but he then conceived the idea of going into the race anyway, even with this handicap. So, catching sight of Professor Goulder, he shouted, “Mr. Howell is coming, he’ll explain.” With that he entered the track and started after the runners who were fully fifty yards ahead, followed by the cheers of his comrades. Once on the track, Wick seemed to calm down and take in the situation. He knew that Dunkirk’s best man was not to be feared if he had had an even start, but as it was, Philip was both out of breath from hurrying and he was some fifty yards behind. Then he was filled with a grim determination to win even though he might half kill himself, for he realized what was at stake as he and Hayes a week before had calculated that Kingston could not possibly get more than twenty-five out of the forty-five points, thereby making it absolutely necessary that the mile event go to Kingston. By this time he passed the spectators and judges, having run the first quarter. He saw that he had gained considerably being now not more than thirty yards behind the foremost of the runners. The Kingston aggregation was now going almost wild. Cheer after cheer followed Wick about the course as he slowly crept up on the Dunkirk man. At the beginning of the last quarter Philip found himself even with his adversary. He was now weak and faint. Blindly he stumbled on hearing nothing but the roaring of his labored breath and the tread of his weary feet. Then he saw the home stretch before him; saw the judges, watches in hand and with one supreme effort he stumbled down the track and over the tape. When Wick came to he found himself on the ground with Professor Howell and Captain Hayes bending over him. When they saw him open his eyes they looked relieved and Hayes said, “Wick, Kingston owes you a good deal.” —Victor B. Phillips, ”11. The Victors Easily are the victories won. All is finished before ’tis begun, South, West, and Central before us do fall, Till we stand victors and monarchs of all. High on the breezes our pennants are flung, In every contest, first place we have won, Golden and blue are the colors we claim, Hail to the victors, East High is their name. —Milton Sharp, ’ll. 147 The Star Spangled Banner And the star spangled banner in triumph does wave O er the land of the free and the home of the brave.” ,,us ere s one American flag, that is the “Star Spangled Banner, but as a matter of fact it was not the first and only American Aag- The thirteen colonies, which were settled under three different flags, the English, Dutch and Swedish, at the time of the Revolution, each car- ried its own, in fact even each troop had its own. The most noteworthy colonial banner was the rattle-snake flag with the motto, “Don’t tread on me.” The oldest American banner is said to be in Bedford, Mass. It was originally designed in England for the county troops of Middlesex and, carried by the Minute Men, led the Americans in the battle of Lexington. However before the close of the Revolution the United Colonies had selected a flag with red and white stripes and in one corner the crosses of St. George and St. Andrew. The stripes may have been suggested by the flags of the East India Company, with which the colonial seaports were familiar. Some people choose to say that the stars and stripes of our banner were derived from Colonel Washington’s coat-of-arms which, strangely enough, bears these emblems. However this is improbable, for Washington himself says, “We take the star from Heaven, the red from our mother country, separating it by the stripes, thus showing that we have separated from here and the white stripes shall go down to posterity representing Liberty.” The earliest known suggestion for the use of stars appeared in a Boston paper: “A ray of bright glory now beams from afar, The American ensign now sparkles a star.” And these stars are the only distinctively American feature. Of the making of the first stars and stripes by Betsy Ross we are all familiar. It is said this new standard was first unfurled in battle, August 2nd, 1777 at Fort Stanwix, New York. From the Revolution we skip to the Civil War where we find many interesting incidents associated with our flag. An amusing story goes, that after the evacuation of Fort Sumter a “facetious sign painter in New York displayed the colors of the Republic over his doorway, bearing the significant motto ‘colors warranted not to run.’ ” The manufacture of these flags is quite interesting. At present there are thirty factories. All the bunting used is made in Lowell, Mass. The work is very exacting, requiring an immense amount of measuring. There are to be so many stitches in an inch and a weekly visit from an inspector enforces accuracy. It is said there are seven to nine million flags made annually and an ever increasing demand. There have been many interesting flags made, for instance, a certain jeweler constructed one entirely of precious stones, valued at twenty-two thousand dollars. The largest American flag was made by Miss Mulford of Madison, New Jersey, during the Spanish American War. It is about one hundred feet by sixty-five and sewed entirely by hand, there being three hundred and twenty-five thou- sand stitches. It is now in the custody of a New York woman and valued at five thousand dollars. 148 Berta Hoerner, ’09. A Bad Habit is a Tyrant BAD habit may be ranked among the greatest tyrants the world has ever known. As in the case of a tyrant, the longer it is permitted to rule the harder it is to overthrow. It works the same disaster on the character of an individual that the rule of a tyrant will produce in the character of a state. Bad habits should be treated in the same way that tyranny has ever been treated, that is, there should be no compromise, but the bad habit should be conquered. Just as tyrants are bound to spring up in the making of government, so bad habits appear in the making of the character of a man, and as strong measures must be taken to destroy the evil in the first case, so also must they be taken in the second. A man, in the making of his character, develops some predominating bad habit; it may be fondness for untruth, covetousness, egotism, profanity, intemperance or any of the countless habits that one sees every day. This habit, if no check is put upon it, increases in power as time progresses, sometimes so stealthily that the person is unaware that he is in the iron grip of a tyrant, until it has become almost too late to rectify his mistake. This person is much more to be pitied than one who knows that he is under the influence of some tyrannical tendency, but continues in the same attitude toward it, not having enough strength of character to depose the tyrant by one supreme effort. How- ever, just as the overthrow of despotism in a government tends to upbuild its resources and to uplift its morals, so the conquest of one’s bad habits tends to upbuild his character. What is the character of a country ruled in absolute despotism? Continual strife and dissatisfaction. A man ruled by his bad habits is not satisfied with himself. Despotism tends to produce the ruin not only of the despot himself, but also that of the prosperity of the people, for they have no incentive for working for advancement. Sooner or later the people will rise against the tyrant and hurl him from his position. Thus a bad habit tends to ruin prosperity and in extreme instances has caused the taking of life. Finally, bad habits destroy the reputation of a man, just as a tyrant destroys the reputation of the country over which he wields his despotic sway. —Ruth Gray, ’09. 149 Ye Gods! Hark and I’ll tell to thee, A dream, a wondrous dream that one night came to me. I had been indolent, for work I was not fit, I told a friend—advice was cheap—oh, fool I was to follow it! Said he, “Upon retiring, drink a quart of ice cold milluk, Eat a pound of salted peanuts and you’ll feel as fine as silluk.” I followed the directions, I followed them just right, I said my pater noster with a care-free heart that night. But it was not for long, to the world I soon was dead, And a thousand strange wierd fancies came coursing through me head. I strolled down a guarded highway, oh it was guarded well, And I swear by heaven above me that it was the road to school. Once, only once I tried to part from the straight and narrow way, A strange being intercepted, I can see it plain as day. “Ah, conscience,” cried I (for I’d met the beast before), “This time you are mistaken, I was going to the store.” “Ah no,” was the quick answer, “you’ve never met me here,” “March on!” the voice commanded and I knew that it was fear. I was in a Grecian country, the forests round were dense And the meadow was surrounded by an algebraic fence. Who’s that straddle yonder cow, I surely know his face, If it isn’t Daniel Lothman, oh that’s true bucolic grace. ISO Who is this barefoot lad, limping o’er last year’s civics stubble, To Chas. R. Knight that load of learning doesn’t seem a bit of trouble. Said he, “These books are planted in the fall, you know, In the spring through my skilled farming a crop of learned heads will grow.” Save me, save me, Mr. Eisenhauer, save me from the sharks, “Impossible,” he answered, “look at your last term’s marks.” I was sinking faster, faster, when the auto blew a fuse, “Curses!” cried Miss Critchley, tut tut, such billingsgate to use. “Bring me the Acropolis,” she said—she was looking straight at me; The third hour bell rang sharp and clear to end the agony. I whispered in the library, Miss West placed me in the dictionary neatly, I lifted the lid and stepped boldly out, words failed the kind lady completely. I went out driving on a road called Catilina Two, And strange to say I got stuck fast on every passage new. Ye Gods, the pains I underwent no mortal ever knew, One teacher took an angle from the board and stabbed me through and through. Another, words of wondrous length into mine ears did spurt, They all got tangled up inside and oh how they did hurt! A map fell on the floor, I stood on it in mirth, But woe to me, Miss Bennett came and wiped me off the earth; I went to the gymnasium, it was the Junior dance, I said, “The floor is very fine,” and then fell in a trance. I was starving, starving, starving, starving, aye that’s it, I hied me to the lunch room and Johnson threw a fit. He seized a sandwich from the shelf and aimed it at my head I knew if it should hit me I was just as good as dead. It caught me right across the ear, this sound I heard, and then, “If you don’t get up this minute you’ll be late for school again!” W. Waid Scott, ’09. 151 An Adventure of a School Boy WILL Kramer was a pupil of East High School. He was an unusually healthy fellow and quite prominent in athletics. A few days before the midyear examinations Will had visited one of his friends, Jack Harver, by name. Harver was a bright young fellow and quite as prominent in the studious life of the school as Will was in the athletic. In fact both were very nearly perfect in those two ever- existing classes of school life. During Will’s visit they had been talking about what they intended to do in after life and incidentally lightly criticizing their respective progress toward that end in the past. Jack intimated that he intended first to qualify for the entrance examinations of one of our most prominent colleges and there thoroughly prepare himself for a business life. Will however said he had not yet decided on what course to pursue, thinking there was yet plenty of time for that. His first thoughts, he added, were of pleasure and health. When Will reached home that evening he felt unusually tired and weary. He went direct to his room and throwing himself on his bed was soon lost in a queer and half dazed, half meditative revery. He found himself walking with a man who was dressed entirely in black. His expression seemed possessed of exaggerated seriousness. The man in black was leading the way and Will, to his own amazement, was unhesitatingly following. Finally they stopped before a pretty little frame house. The unknown man opened the door and cautioning Will to make as little noise as possible, bade him enter. They passed through a narrow hall, and came to a low arch from which hung a heavy cur- tain. His companion parted this a little and motioned Will to look through the opening thus made. Peering through, as advised, he beheld a cosy and homelike little room. Two people, a husband and wife were within. Both appeared about forty years of age. The man seemed to be in a pathetic state of despondency and despair while the woman, although appearing very little happier than the former, was evidently trying to encourage her husband. After waiting here awhile his companion led Will out and for the first time spoke. “That man,” he said, “was a very popular and well- liked young fellow in his youth. He was strong and healthy and liked every one as every one liked him. His only fault was that he was too light-minded. Although every opportunity to obtain a good education was given him, he never entered college. Soon after leaving his high school he started to work for a prominent business firm. Although he worked more or less carelessly as in school, he was well liked and soon promoted to head bookkeeper at two thousand dollars per annum. Two days ago that firm failed and he lost his position. The best he can now do is to begin all over again.” 152 While this story was being told, Will’s companion was leading him through the business section of the city. Things however seemed changed to Will. There were new buildings, new cars and everywhere signs, un- familiar to him. On one building he read the inscription “1920.” Suddenly he heard a whistle blow. “The shops are closing,” said the man in black. Soon long columns of men, dirty and tired-looking were wending their ways homeward. Some of these Will knew. Why they were his chums at school! But who of them then dreamed of this change. Now they were nearing the office section of the building. “Here comes the president,” said Will’s companion as a bright looking man in a great fur coat came out of the office and entered a waiting automobile. Will recognized the president as his former friend, Jack Harver. “Will,” said his younger brother shaking him vigorously, “the boys are here and wish to know if you are going to the club tonight.” Will rose, rubbed his eyes and stretched himself. Then he turned toward the hall wherefrom arose the voices of his friends who had stopped in on their way home to inquire whether he would join them for the night. In a few seconds he shifted his gaze toward his school books and then said, “Tell the boys I can’t go with them tonight.” Although he seemed surprised, Will’s brother did as told. About three hours later he again entered Will’s room and this time found Will in a new and probably more profitable pastime than any which had formerly taken up his time. Will was studying. William J. Esch, TO. A Few Sayings “A rolling pin gathers no dough.” “A bird in your own soup Is worth ten in your neighbor’s coop.” “A man and his hair are soon parted.” (Sometimes in the middle, sometimes on the side.) “A Flat has a Round head.” “He laugheth worst who laugheth first.” Milton Hagen, ’ll. 153 An Imaginary Trip to Panama IT WAS a day about in the middle of February when we took the train from Cleveland bound south on our way to Mobile. It was bitter cold winter weather when we left Cleveland, but when we reached the south we were very glad to don our summer clothes. The weather in Mobile was so warm and mild that we wanted to stop there longer, but as our boat sailed the following day we had to leave. Our luck happened to favor us with a lovely calm voyage on the Caribbean Sea, so the trip was delightful. Our captain said that we would land in Colon, but that we would probably get there just in time for the last of the fever period which comes at that time of the year. And so we did. We were quarantined in the town for three days but we did not begrudge the time as there was so much new and interesting to us in this quaint little city. Everything was so picturesque. There were beautiful flower-laden gardens and odd stucco houses and queer people; Mexicans with big sombreros; prettily dressed flower girls and such cunning little children. There were a few Chinese and Negroes also. After we left Colon we took the train to a little town farther south on the coast. The train was far different from our comfortable Pullmans. The passenger cars were open, with wooden benches and the engine was a jerky, dinky little thing that just crept along. But we were glad of that for the scenery was beautiful. On one side was the ocean hardly three- quarters of a mile away, while on the right were the mountains in the distance and here and there spots of real jungle. When we reached town, which consisted for the most part of tiny adobe huts, we took a small boat which carried us across the bay into Columbia. The first place in which we landed here was a little town called Bocas del Toro, meaning out of the Bull’s Mouth. It certainly had the most delightful atmosphere that we had yet found. It seemed to us that the sky in this country was always that magnificent hazy blue and the water out across the bay looked just the same. Every thing here was about the same as in Colon, but there were many more Americans which made it very pleasant for us. A good many of the houses were built out half over the water so that their balconies hung over it and right beneath one could see the coral reefs and sea plants. One of our American friends took us out to visit a banana plantation. It was all so queer to us. Perhaps one of the funniest sights we saw while on our trip was the monkeys and parrots in the trees of the wilder parts of the woods. But one of our party had the ill fortune to catch the fever so we thought it best to shorten our stay there. We left very reluctantly but we made up for the shortness of the stay there by lengthening the trip back up through Panama to Mexico as much as possible. We stopped at many towns and villages on the way, choosing the smallest and most remote from civilization. It was all charming and we never tired of sight-seeing. Altogether our trip took about two months and it is something that will always be vivid in our memories as the most delightful winter we have ever spent. Ruth M. Dissette, TO. 1S4 An Ocean Trip I STOOD on the deck of the ship “Hortensus” enjoying the cool breeze which fanned my cheeks as the mighty ship cut its way through the blue waters. The fresh wind that had sprung up as the morning had worn on was very much appreciated, as the night had been so warm that all one was able to do was to toss about and wish for a breath of air. Now I was resting in my shady corner enjoying my pipe, and idly watching my fellow passengers across the deck talking or reading, or the more energetic ones below playing a game of quoits. I crossed over to my friends to borrow a telescope, as the captain had just called from his deck to us that land was to be seen. “Oh! then I will win my box of chocolates,” cried one of my fellow passengers as she looked through my telescope, “for we will surely reach Barbadoes before twelve o’clock.” “And I am equally sure,” I answered, “that you will have to pay me my box of cigars, for it will be quite a while before we reach that dark misty-looking cloud which the Captain says is land; you have only three hours more.” And so we chatted and whiled away the time as we watched what first appeared to be only a strip of dark cloud against the bright, blue sky, but which gradu- ally took shape and color and became little by little distinguishable as land. We were all anxious to step on “terra firma” once more and be rid of the ceaseless rocking, but if our ship dropped anchor before twelve o’clock that day I was to pay my companion a box of chocolates, and it was evident that the race would be a close one. When one has seen nothing but water, water all around for four weeks, one is often foolishly happy over any new sight. And so we were all eagerly, each with a telescope in hand, watching the ever nearing land and glad once more to see the green trees and familiar shapes of houses. It was half past eleven and still we were moving through the sea, but the signal on the side of the telegraph post down near the engine room read “half speed”; at twenty to “slow down”; at quarter to “stop” and as the hands of my watch pointed ten minutes to twelve the noisy anchor splashed into the water. The scene now soon became changed, from the still blue water all around, to one of noise and confusion. We were surrounded by small canoes filled by small, black, divers begging us to throw pennies for them to dive for; boats filled with all kinds of delicious, tropical fruits and also flowers, and boatmen begging to be hired for the short journey to the shore. At a distance a small steamboat came puffing towards us looking as important as the doctor and red-tape officers it carried to us. After all the due formalities, the word was given and soon the deck was filled with the natives all eager to show us their wares, lovely corals, shells and all the other beautiful souvenirs characteristic of a tropical country. The quaint port spread around us, as we were anchored about a mile 155 from shore, in the bay which forms the natural port to Barbadoes, and our ship had not been long at anchor when we saw a most beautiful and impressive sight. Around the sharp curve coming slowly towards the port came a Norwegian barque. Of her three masts, she had but one left, her decks were strewn with poles, her railings were all broken, and as she neared our vessel we saw that she was in a terribly battered condition. There was something triumphant about her though, as she came in, even in her dilapidated condition, for we all knew that she had come out vic- torious in a fierce conflict with the elements. We afterwards heard pitiful tales about the hardships those brave sailors had endured. But we were not satisfied with the distant glimpses of the city and were only happy when we were seated in the little boat which was to carry us to land once more. Adriana P. Tappen, ’09. The Evolution of School Life Here they come, the flats, to greet us, Young forsooth and O so helpless. Mamas’ darlings, papas’ joys Come to school, both girls and boys. Come to get an education, Smartest crowd in all creation. Next year; now they’re bigger children; Hair done up and trousers down. Girls a-talking Athenaeum, Boys look like they own the town. All smarter now, but not so smart As when they first at East did start. This year now as juniors known, They make the high school their real home. Loving Profs, and teachers stern, Cic’ro, physics, Greek they learn. And though they’re young and not half grown, They know quite all that should be known. And now their final year has come, No longer now they romp and run. Staid old seniors all so wise Their praise resounds unto the skies. Done their work and all done well, To East they bid a fond farewell. 156 R. E, H„ ’09. The Night Before the Mid-Year Exam. IT was the night before the mid-year exams, that I endured the worst ordeal that I ever experienced. All the previous afternoon I was endeavoring to swallow the bulk of the year’s work in one swallow— I had no time to chew it. Every hour was worth ten credits on the exami- nation. Eagerly I devoured the contents of my Grecian History. The time flew so fast that I could fairly catch the wind of it as it flew past me. Night came. Oh! dear, how can I accomplish all this before twelve o’clock? It must be done or I shall suffer the disgrace of failing. I was now very sleepy. My brain was a perfect whirlwind. I couldn’t think! What I had read was all a blank, and what lay before me was too blurred to comprehend. Thinking to divert my mind from this monotonous work by reading something else, I strove to force my way through Emerson’s Essay on Self Reliance. I had not reached the end of the second paragraph, when the book fell to the floor with such a thud, that I awoke with a jump. Where was I? What had I done? What day was it? All these questions appeared before me in an instant. I realized that it was now time to go to bed and get some sleep, as I could hear the old clock roll off twelve vibrating beats. In a minute I was far from home. But oh! My! Such horrors! There were Ogres, Ghosts, Octopuses, all with the phrase on their lips, “Ancient History to- morrow.” I had even gone through the sensation of being choked to death, if I didn’t give an answer to the only question I didn’t know. I kicked and tossed until I was exhausted with fatigue. These visions, however, soon disappeared as the small hours of the morning approached. I was just beginning to doze peacefully into a cool slumber, when my automatic three-minute alarm clock rattled away its shrill song. What imp had set that indicator to such an outlandishly early hour! I seized the clock angrily, wishing—with my teeth clenched—that I might have that dare-devil in my hands, so I could wring his neck for him or separate him from his foolish brains. But the alarm kept on singing, and seemed to say as it sang, “History examination tomorrow.” I soon twisted the indicator around so as to stop the ringing, and to my surprise I found the time to be exactly 6 a. nx “Well,” thought I, “this is a nice predicament to be in; two hours before a History examination and not knowing anything about it!” How- ever, haggard and fagged, though I was, I resolved to fight it through anyway. I consoled myself with the thought that possibly the Mighty Zeus would inspire me. I took the test and found it rather easy. Frederick O. Sohl, TO. 1S7 A Misunderstanding THE gate-keeper most graciously informed us, after glancing at our tickets, that our train was pulling out of the station. John grabbed his two suit cases and with a “run for your life, Sis,” to me, he started off at a most lively gait down the track on which our train was getting farther and farther away from us. I followed closely at his heels, first dropping one bundle and then another. The faster we ran, the faster the train went. I was so out of breath that I did not know whether I was running, walking or standing still. We soon saw that we should never catch the train so long as it kept going faster all of the time. At length John set his suit cases down with a most forlorn expression upon his face. I looked up to see how far away the train really was and saw the flagman standing at the crossing a half a square out of the station. He motioned us on and signaled the train to stop. We found it very difficult to climb up the steps, for we had no platform to step from; but, as we both were quite athletic, we succeeded in climbing the steps. That was as far as we got, however, for of course the train door was latched, and as the conductor did not know why the train had stopped, he did not know we wanted the door unlocked. I was perched on the top step and Brother on the bottom one hanging on for dear life. All we could do was to call, for our hands were full, and were unable to knock on the door. We called ever so loudly, but the noise of the train drowned our voices. We rode on for perhaps five or six minutes in silence, not knowing any moment whether we might be jerked off by a start of the train. Then with one great pull I managed to free one foot from under one of John’s suit cases. 158 I gave one big kick on the door which threatened to shatter the glass pane. The conductor came flying to the door. He actually turned pale when he saw where we had been riding. John hastened to explain our unique way of riding and entering a train, but the surly old fellow merely answered “umph” most knowingly and left us to collect our wits. I glanced in the mirror in front of me. Such a sight as I was! My hat was on my ear; my hair-ribbon was hanging by one lonely hair; a big flake of soot was perched on my nose. John sat opposite me looking as if nothing had hap- pened. I wondered why the flake of soot had chosen my nose instead of his. After fixing myself as neatly as possible, I leaned back in the big comfortable seat to read. I had not read long when I was interrupted by Brother. He couldn’t understand why we were attracting so much atten- tion. Almost everyone in the train seemed to be talking about us. I told him that they certainly were not; that he was just conceited enough to think they were, whereupon I proceeded to finish my story. I soon grew tired of reading and began to look around me, just as John had done. I noticed many looking in our direction and nodding to one another, but I soon forgot about it for I became very much interested in a canary that the woman had who sat across from us. The woman and I soon began to talk together. She said that she was going to New Castle, Indiana, and she asked me where I was going. I said that Brother and I were going to our aunt’s at her summer home near New Castle. She seemed quite sur- prised when I answered her as I did. I knew that to visit an aunt was a very common occurrence and I wondered why she seemed so surprised. I told her about our mad race for the train. After a while she burst out laughing—of course it seemed strange to me to hear her laughing at noth- ing and I wondered what was the matter with her. As soon as she was able to control her voice she said, “And everyone thought you were eloping —the conductor was quite positive you were. He was going to put you off the train at the next station and telegraph home to your folks.” “Well of all queer things,” I exclaimed, “I know John will be so in- dignant when he hears that the conductor didn’t believe a word he said. I shall go right over now and tell him.” Instead of the indignation I had expected he seemed to consider it a good joke and laughed about it to the conductor, whereupon the old fellow moved on into the next car muttering something to himself. We soon reached our station and finally succeeded in landing ourselves and our numerous bundles and we were soon sitting before Aunt Nannie’s big fireplace in the library telling her about our joke. Helen Hammer, ’ll. 159 The Vital Question I wonder whether Nature, When her seeds she first did sow. Foresaw that in the schoolroom Square roots would learn to grow; If Euclid made geometry To tantalize our brains; And Cataline conspired That Cicero might give us pains. I wonder if the ancients Wished to make us toil the more, When of strangest tales and legends, They invented such a store. These questions are perplexing; Still there’s one more so, alas! That we ask with fear and trembling, “Will I flunk or will I pass?” Ethel Spero, ’ll. A Fearful Tale of a Tadpole’s Tooth Weep not, my gentle reader, When you read this Tearful Tale, For it happened long ago When you could only wail. A Tadpole to this earth had come, And it bemoaned its fate, It had an awful toothache And the doctor came too late. He took a knife and opened That Tadpole’s mouth (for fun), He found it had no toothache For of teeth it had not one. He looked right down its throat And saw a spot quite pale. Then he diagnosed it Neuralgia in its tail. 160 Karl Shimansky, ’ll. Just Grin If some day you have the blues, And your heart’s way down in your shoes, If you’re just a nickle in, Why, just grin. If some day your hopes do fly, Though your castles seemed so nigh, And were just what might have been, Why, just grin. If you’re put into the race And you’ve worked hard for a place, If you find you cannot win, Why, just grin. If you find you’re in the strife, In the battle we call life, And your chance is mighty thin, Why, just grin. Helen Nusbaum, ’ll. My Stunts The way I write Is really a sight, I think I might Do worse. The way I draw With my clumsy paw, O my, Ha, Ha, A curse. The way I sing, A beautiful thing, Makes neighbors ring A hearse. Now I am done, Why under the sun Have I begun This verse. 161 Eugene Sawyer, ’09. The Origin of the Grasshopper APOLLO was a good god and a friend of the people because he killed monsters that bothered them. He was revengeful because of his disposition in contesting with other people; if beaten he would change their forms so they could not boast. Once he incurred the anger of Jupiter and was sent to the earth in exile. This is where my story begins. Apollo was walking along one day wishing he could have something to do when he came upon a large grass plot enclosed by hedges. He then saw little old men trying their skill at hopping. Now this was a game that Apollo had never practiced, but after a few trials he concluded that he could beat them, so when the champion hopper challenged him to race with them, he consented. At the beginning of the race Apollo was ahead, but toward the last the little old men seemed to be gaining upon him. The end of the race was near when the champion hopper gave one mighty hop and finished the race ahead of Apollo. Apollo, fearing that these men would boast about beating a god, changed their shapes into grasshoppers and they are hopping to this day. Ralph Kern, T2. On Wednesday I. The Latin hour is on hand, With Cicero and Prose; How great Catiline and band Were banished by their foes. II. Third year German is the next. With Senior boys so dull, Miss Parsons gives to us the text, And then there comes a lull. III. Elocution! oh my land— A theme we had to write: Miss O’Grady is on hand And then we must recite. IV. Behold—Miss Sanderson holds court With Milton and his lays; And Macauley then reports Of Johnson and his ways. V. And now Mr. Reed reigns high, With Physic’s book before. How the clouds come in the sky And waves do lap the shore. VI. Last of all comes study hour, Dearest of all the day; With sweet tarts to devour While work gives way to play. Marie Shriner, TO. 162 Stung We all, no doubt, well know, A certain word spelt so That in the English tongue It is pronounced as “Stung.” This word we often think, But do not write in ink; Alack, it is but fun To meet this thing called “Stung.” Our English theme we write, And work with all our might, In praise to have it rung, But all we get is------ten. Your Latin never shun, Especially your scansion; For when it has been sung, You find that you are------praised. Each day we study “Math,” Until we’ve gained our path; And think we’re rather young, So early to be-----smart. In Chemistry you work, And never try to shirk, Though fumes are on your lung. And you’re sure that you are------bright. In history it’s hard, With ten to trim your card, To know a king was hung, To know that you’ve been-------right. But best of all we crave, To answer and behave; Lest in the P. M. session, We’re sure to find we’re-------there. Lillian Lux, ’09. 163 An Old, Old Legend OLDER than the “Tale of the Golden Fleece” or “The Siege of Troy” is a legend, a favorite among the people of Arabia and Persia. It has been fondly passed from generation to generation and now is as fervently told as around the door of the old Arabic striped tents in by-gone ages. In the early days,” so it runs, “a certain part of the people was driven from their native land After wandering far to the southward they passed through a narrow defile in the rocks and viewed a valley and green fields such as their eyes had not seen since the sad departure from the native land. High rocks surrounded the place and its only entrance to hostile tribes was the opening by which they had entered. They had taken for their leader, in the beginning of the journey, the oldest and wisest man among them, Barhmah Khayyam, a tent-maker, as the name Khayyam signifies. He brought the question of settling in this beautiful spot before the people and they decided unanimously in its favor. After many days of fasting and thankful worship, they entered the country of Ponah, as they called it after the goddess of beauty. A broad, clear stream ran from an unknown source in the mountains through the valley, and on either bank the people pitched their tents. Barhmah and his little son Rombed were occupied from morning until twilight fell suddenly from the sky and Binka’s face in her palace in the moon peeped over the ridge of her mountain. The cause of all these wanderings was the peculiar belief maintained by the Ponahese. In every celestial body a god, or goddess lived and from this lofty station ruled over some trend of the human heart. A person’s especial feeling was his communication to a certain divinity. Their reli- gion was very strict for like the Mohammedans, an evil thought was a sin. After death, Omka, the goddess queen, took them to her home in the moon which was like the Indians’ “Happy Hunting Ground.” There were all the things they had longed to be in life, and the pinnacle of aspirations. The boy, Rombed, sat by his father on those long evenings watching Omka shed the beams of her sad sweet smile over her people and listening to the stories of his sire’s life in the native land and of his mother who had gone on her journey before this other long journey was begun. As he grew older, he cared less and less for the work his father had left him, and he was a disinterested member in the councils of his people. His days were occupied in wandering among the mountains in search of rare flowers and peculiar rocks. He had gained the summit of every mountain in the range but that one which he watched when he sat by his old father’s tent as a boy, the mount of Omka. Many attempts had he made but as he gained the second precipice he would fall exhausted and remain so until his strength would return. On one of these occasions as he came to that same mountain wall and carefully picked his way in the small foot-holding he could discern; his foot broke a piece of the rock off and with it he rolled back to that narrow ledge, he had so long desired to leave. He lav a moment so, then strength seemed returning. He rose slowly, and by his side he saw the rope ladder he had forgotten until then. Summoning his strength, he threw one end of the ladder high up on the rock but in vain; it came 164 tumbling down. He tried again and now it stayed fast. He hung on one end to make sure it would hold, then slowly mounted. At last he had gained his long desired summit. But what a peculiar place met his gaze. The plateau was gauged out as if at one time there had been a crater-lake there. Before he could look farther, a tall lady with flowing light hair appeared before him and said: “Rombed, leader of the Ponahese, you have gained the peak of your desire.” Rombed was silent. A dazzling light strained his eyes and he covered them with his hand. “You have struggled hard to gain this long-sought end; come, I shall reward you.” As she spoke she led him a short distance to a little ivy-coverea cot- tage. The interior was dark and they passed through to a little door that opened into a garden. At last, they came to a wall of rock like the one Rombed had just conquered. Leading over this chasm was a bridge but its extremity could not be seen. It was of rough logs with a railing on one side, of the same rough material. They went on, neither speaking. The bridge kept changing, at first only becoming wider, then stones were scattered among the logs, and a few steps farther the bridge was con- structed wholly of stone. As Rombed looked up he saw far in the distance a light, like a great star. The nearer he drew to the light, the more beauti- ful the bridge became, until he came to six marble steps. A lantern, inlaid with diamonds hung over them. “Those six stairs, Rombed, signify six steps in life and that light is the light of Aspiration. Since a small boy, you have struggled blindly to gain the summit of my mountain never looking to see what lay around more useful to do. Your father was the chosen leader of the people. After his death the people took you for their leader. They have waited expect- antly for you to attain to manhood for they need you to further the hopes of their people. Do not your people need you among them as a companion, not as a dot on some far-off mountain? Now choose, Rombed, will you be a guard at my Bridge of Aspiration and never see the other side of those six steps or will you go back among your people and one day meet your honored father and beautiful mother at the gate of the City of Desire?” “Oh! Goddess Omka, you justly reprove me for my misguided ambi- tion; for wandering in the mountains with no end in view when the build- ing of a new nation is placed in my hands. I shall make that the Light of my Aspiration and help my people to pass beyond to their old and honored leader. I choose to go back to my people and I pray thee, oh, Omka! to make me worthy to rule them.” The expectancy of the people was rewarded for Rombed Khayyam, in truth the tent-maker became more beloved than his father. As Omar Khayyam, a later tent-maker of the race, said to himself: “When the shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life.” Rombed left a prosperous people to mourn as he passed beyond that diamond lamp to the “City of his Desire.” 165 Frances C. Morse, ’09. The Noblest Johnson of Them All We’ve had many famous Johnsons, There’s Andrew, Ben and Sam; And even now we have with us, The great Tom L. and Ban. Their names have rung through many lands; Sam and Ben were authors, Tom and Andy, politicians, And Ban in baseball roars. But now behold this great Johnson, The noblest of them all, For he serves you hot refreshments, Well suited to your call. The others might have been famous, But they are has-beens now; And if they stumbled in his path, There’d be an awful row. He’s the man behind the counter, In our dear old East High; By a flash you see, you will know That’s Johnson going by. Some one calls for a hamburger, Another for a pork, That Johnson boy makes sandwiches With a magician’s fork. And as to culinary art, He makes them all look small, So let us give a mighty cheer For the noblest of them all. 166 Howard Parsons, ’09. AJourney UP! Up! Up, we were going; the noisy motors started with a whirr. The tremendous gas-bag of the airships was gradually gaining momentum and we could feel the rush of the wind in our faces. Up! Up!—still higher! The village below us looked like a toy and we Up! Up!—still higher! The village below us looked like a toy and we could see the people walking about aimlessly. The country was laid out in the shape of a huge checker-board through which the shiny silver river wound its way. At dusk, having traveled for hours in the air, we came to a stop over a large city and far below us, we could distinguish immense sky-scrapers and watched the lights as they gradually appeared. From the top of the highest building a powerful search-light was played upon us and we were blinded. Suddenly, on our left appeared the huge bulk of an immense airship travelling at a terrific rate. It was headed straight for us; there was no hope; we were doomed. The two great masses came together with a jolt and we could hear the ripping of the cloth, and then the roar of the escap- ing gas. We could feel ourselves falling—falling—falling— Bang! The dentist quietly told me my tooth was out. Carl Fuller, ’09. What Would I Do? i. Were I a boy and through with school, Sure, I would take a recession, Then see whether wise or a fool In choosing trade or profession. H. To be a trust-king’s legal light Would suit my inclination, Trusts and lawyers, wrong or right, Are rulers of our nation. III. A teacher has a thorny track, With knowledge and its planting, If not, you ask Professor Peck. “For conscience sake”! what ranting. IV. A doctor is a real big bore, Are you sick, he is happy, When you get well he is sore, Cross and blunt and snappy. V. As I am not a boy or man, But a girl with many wishes, I will do the best I can If nought but washing dishes. Nanna Anderson, T2. 167 Jimmie IT WAS Christmas Eve in New York, and the great city had put on its gala attire for the approaching festivities. Every store was lighted up with myriads of lights, transforming night into day. The clock in the old church down the street was chiming the early hour of seven, but already shoppers and sight-seers were filling the stores, crowding and jostling each other in their mad rush. One happy family, consisting of mother, father and five children, ranging from ten years to six months, were admiring the Santa Claus man in front of one of the big toy shops, and little Tommy, their first-born, the pride of their hearts, was loudly exclaim- ing that he wanted a nice big red wagon, a drum and a sword; all of which the Santa man promised. The vigorous way in which Tommy announced these wants caused passers-by to stop and smile for a second and then hurry on. But one passer-by remained and watched every motion of Tommy’s and took in every word of Santa Claus, who was promising dozens of little children just what they most longed for. He was a pale-faced, blue-eyed little lad, of perhaps eight years. His light hair straggled out from under an old woolen cap, and his bare hands and legs were blue with the cold. His threadbare coat hardly reached below his waistline and his jeans were patched in many places. A bootblack’s kit hung over his shoulder, and he clutched a handful of “last-edition” papers. As he watched the gleeful children standing around Santa Claus, a wistful expression came into his eyes and he clutched his papers more firmly. Soon after he turned away to call his last-edition papers and was lost in the crowd. As he hurried down Broadway, eager to dispose of his burden, he occasionally caught glimpses of shining windows and toys galore. Once he was tempted to stop, but a painful expression crossed his face and he continued on, mur- muring “Dad’ll lick me,” “I’ll get licked.” The hours dragged on, and still the little chap, shivering with the cold, stayed to sell his papers because for some reason people were too busy to think of newspapers, and his sales had been few and far between. He did not dare to go home until the last one was sold, so eleven o’clock found him still patiently trying to sell his last paper. One man, taking pity on his sorry condition, bought it with a nickel, saying cheerily “Keep the change, my little man,” to which the little fellow answered in a piping voice, “Thank you, sir”—and then darted away, down the by-streets, into alleys, out again, never stopping for breath until he had reached a tene- ment. Its front door opened onto a filthy alley, and its windows, in lieu of glass, were filled with clothing. It was about twelve and everything was deserted and quiet, when he made his way up the creaking stairs and noiselessly opened a door into a small and stuffy room. A ray of moonlight, coming through a gap in the wall, showed him that both his grandmother and father were asleep. Yes, his father, heavy with drink lay loudly snoring in one corner, while his grandmother, an ugly hag, lay curled up in another with her hand clutch- ing a club, and an evil expression on her face. He smiled a pitiful smile, “The first time in my life I’ve not been beaten,” said he. “Jimmy, I guess Christmas Eve does bring some good.” Then a ray of hope lit up his wan face. “Maybe Santa will be good to me like he is to the other little boys, if I should write him,” he whispered with a long-drawn sigh. Groping 168 about, and after much searching, he came across an old piece of paper and a stub of a pencil. Then he sat down upon a half-broken chair and wrote laboriously: “Dere santy claws— wil yu plese bring bak mi mamma frum heven. that is al. Jimmie.” And touching it lovingly, he put it on the end of a table and stumbled into the corner to his straw to dream of Santas and sleighs and good cheer. For always Jimmie’s dreams were of what he had never had. And bright and early the next morning he awakened, his wan little face lit up with the expectation that Santa must have surely remembered him and taken his note. With beating heart he approached the table, but only to find—the crumpled and soiled little piece of paper resting just where he had put it. With a heart-broken cry he threw himself upon the table and wept with great sobs that shook his body. Santa Claus had forgotten him. Juliet Hart, ’09. The Lost Ten With Apologies to the “Lost Chord.” Seated one day in a class-room, I was perfectly at ease, And my thoughts they wandered idly, Like fingers o’er the keys. I know well that I was thinking, And dreaming of a hero, But I didn’t hear the question, Which was asked: so I go zero. It roused my temper and sorrow, Made me very ill at ease, And flooded the room with laughter As though it were loathe to cease. I have sought but I seek it vainly, That dear old ten I lost, Which came from the pen of the teacher, So quickly, I knew not the cost. It cured me of my dreaming, Of past and by-gone days, It made me pay attention, Now my mind is not a haze. Myra Billenstein, ’ll. 169 The Fate of an English Theme By the flickering grate the schoolboy Pondered o’er his English theme; Tired, weary, and discouraged, Still he mused and dreamed and dreamed. ’Twas a writing for the Annual That had taxed his utmost skill, For his teacher, dear Miss Sanderson, Had expressed this as her will. She said to write what e’er he chose For this dear book sublime And so he chose an English theme And wrote line after line. He wrote ’til after ten P. M. Upon that English theme, And handed it to her next morn The product of his dream. She took it up and read it o’er And said, “Is this your theme?” It sounds to me as if it had Been ground in a machine. And as you’ve left no margin I will just put down an “M” And will not give you what you wish But quite a bit less ten. Genevieve Coombs, ’ll. Everybody works but the Seniors, They loaf round all day, Hands deep in their pockets All they do is play. Freshmen take in Latin So do Sophomores too; Everybody works but the Seniors, Lord, what do they do? 170 A Race With Moose In the northern part of Canada there is a camp, named Camp Temagami, where every sum- mer thirty or forty boys, from the United States and Canada go to spend the months of July and August. It is situated on an is- land in Lake Tema- gami, which is in the Temagami For- est Reserve. It was a bright day in July, of the year 1907, and we boys were coming out of the dining tent of this camp, having just finished our noon-day meal. Suddenly one of the boys said, “Look across there at that point on the mainland several hundred yards from our island!” We all looked and there was a big bull moose with his mate, just coming out of the forest on the mainland, preparing to swim across to an island about one hundred yards in front of our camp. My! what a rush we all made for canoes and cameras, for there are no firearms allowed in Temagami. Some of the boys got in small canoes, and about fifteen of us got into the big war canoe and started in pursuit. The moose by this time had swum the distance from the mainland to the island and were going up on it. Several canoe loads of the boys landed on the island to chase them off, but were very careful, as they did not wish the moose to charge on them. But the moose were very ready to get off as they were much frightened by the unusual noise of a pack of yelling boys. They left the island on the opposite side, and started to swim around the corner of the island, back to the mainland. However they were im- mediately pursued by us boys who had come to this side of the island, and now the real race began. The moose were trying to get back to the mainland, and we were trying to get ahead of them, cut them off from shore, and get some good pictures of them. They probably would have succeeded in doing this, but the boys, who had chased them off, had come back to their canoes, shooting around the corner of the island nearest the mainland, and thus cutting off their retreat. The moose now turned and swam parallel with the shore, with all of the canoes in pursuit, several hundred feet in the rear. We were straining every muscle to beat them to a point of the mainland, projecting into the lake in front of us. Although the moose were good swimmers, they grew 171 tired, and very Soon we got up so close around them, that we could have touched them with our paddles. A few good pictures were taken. We were afraid that they might upset one of our canoes, but then they separated, the bull swimming straight ahead, while his mate struck out for shore. Then some of the boys chased her, but she beat them to the shore, and slipped down and faced them, in trying to climb up the rocky bank. Some fine pictures of her were taken, before she succeeded in scrambling up the shore. T. he rest of us went after the bull moose and had an exciting race to the shore with him. We overtook him, and then an unexpected thing hap- pened; he suddenly turned, and before we could stop him, succeeded in dumping over our canoe. We all struggled back to the canoe, got on it, and were towed to the shore, from whence we got back to camp. The moose, left to himself, swam the remaining few yards to shore, and with a bellow of triumph, charged into the forest, to find his mate. Walter Higgins, T2. A Southern River The day was warm and the cool breeze lazily flapped the dirty awning which shaded the upper deck. The clear water of the river rippled music- ally, cut by the sharp prow. The scenery is constantly changing as the boat follows the many windings of the river. On the left a dense wood meets the eye, its trees thickly intertwined with huge vines. Here a dead cypress leaning far out over the river rears its mighty skeleton, on whose top two buzzards perch, fighting over the decayed body of some half-eaten fish. On the right stretches a dreary marsh separated from the river by a row of ragged palms. Now the boat rounds a bend and a low sand bank appears. A startled alligator sunning himself in the afternoon sun plunges headlong into the cool water. Further on a bed of bonnets block the river, through which the boat cuts its way, ruthlessly crushing the dainty blos- soms. Another bend discloses a small wharf, the landing place of some planter. Several darkies seated on the dock piles, fishing, exchange pleasantries with the deck hands. And now it begins to grow darker. The mosquitoes become more numerous and their buzzing shriller. The frogs, wakened from their all-day nap by the cool evening breeze, begin their melancholy croaking. The shadows of the palms extend further and further over the water and the deep gloom of the forest increases. Far over the marsh a flock of geese wing their way. The sun coming out from behind a black cloud hangs for an instant above the horizon, then drops beneath the distant marsh, leaving the world in the embrace of a tropical night. 172 R. E. H., ’09. Calendar, fv f RGA'RE.T- (H A’RT3 'iO SEPTEMBER. 8. School begins. Some mystery o’ershadows the countenance of our sedate principal. 9. We are on his track. 10. Aha! Discovered! Mr. Ran- nells had his moustache shaved. 15. First Athenaeum meeting. 25. An informal entertainment is given for the Senior girls, through the kindness of Miss Hanna and Miss Sanderson. OCTOBER. 1. Miss Black begins her “at homes.” 3. Football: East 33—Glenville 0. 9. Football: East 51—Lincoln 0. 14. First Zet. meeting. 16. Senior class organized. 17. Football: East 40—South 0. 24. Football: East 19—West 0. 30. Freshmen reception for parents and friends. 31. Football: East 14—Fostoria 5. NOVEMBER. 7. Football: East 10—Shaw 4. 14. Football: East 22—Central 6. 20. Athenaeum presents a play to new members. “There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.” 21. Football: East 11—U. S. 6. 25. The Syracuse Glee Club. Presentation of “The Mouse Trap.” School closes in order to eat turkey for four days. 173 11. The Athenaeum entertains the football boys at a spread and dance. Extemporaneous speeches—“If mother could only see me now!” 15. Musical programme. 18. The football warriors receive their sweaters. 23. Rhetoricals: Christmas Carol. Vacation begins. 29. Alumni Dance. 31. Athenaeum entertains its Alumnae. JANUARY. 6. Senior Informal. 8. Basketball: East 33—Baldwin-Wallace 2. 13. Harold Olmsted forgets his fourth hour chem- istry. 15. Basketball: East 26—West 8. Central-East Debate. 19. Charlotte Pauli forgets to study for one minute during the fourth hour. 22. Noodles Fagen talks to the students. Basketball: East 29—-South 10. 27. Exams. Harold misses his fourth hour chemistry reci- tation. 28. Algebra exam. “Despair alone makes guilty men be bold.” 29. Exams. Basketball: East 31—Technical High 10. 174 FEBRUARY. 2. Roll of Honor established in Athenaeum. 4. Skeet Miller studied her German Lesson. 5. Presentation of “The Triumph of Pau- line.” Basketball: East 13—Shaw 10. 8. “Zets” sport red ties. The Senior girls have a shampoo. “I’ve just had my hair washed and can’t do a thing with it.” Miss H’s sandwich was peanut-butter instead of He didn’t appear at the THE ECLIPSE. 9. lettuce. 10. Did anyone see Harold? fourth hour Chemistry class today. 11. Basketball: East 36—Glenville 7. 12. The Senior Party. 18. Mr. James Young gave a talk on “Hamlet.” 20. Basketball: East 18—U. S. 9. 24. H. O. again absent from chemistry. 26. Basketball: East 27—Lincoln 14. MARCH. 1. First Harbinger of Spring—Darwin Judson dons tan shoes. 5. Basketball: East 15—Central 14. Small Wins World’s Championship Krieg Injured in the Free-For-All. (By Cub Reporter, E. N.) Athenaeum Room, Mar. 8, (Special to the Annual.) The penny races held here today, under the auspices of the Zetagathean Society, were a great success. The free-for-all, the first race on the program, was very popular, nine contestants being entered. The race was not as fast as expected, as the course was rough in places. Krieg, however, won by a good margin in 26 seconds. There was loud applause as he stepped up to receive the prize. The crowd shouted for a speech, but timekeeper Phillips explained that this was impossible until he had recovered his breath. Then amidst the greatest excitement, Small, who finished second, chal- lenged the victor for the world’s championship. Krieg accepted in a sportsmanlike manner, and, as soon as the side bets were arranged, the race was begun. Small finished in the remarkable time of 21 seconds. Thunderous applause greeted this feat. In spite of the frantic efforts of the special police on the grounds, the spectators rushed onto the track and Small was borne away in triumph on the shoulders of the crowd. Later Krieg explained that he lost the championship on account of an injury to his nose received in the free-for-all. Two other contestants, Elliott and Buggie, also received serious injuries of the same nature. 175 10. 11. 12. 18. 19. 22. 26. Miss Ferris, principal of the Kindergarten Training School, talked to the Junior and Senior girls. Commencement speakers are chosen. West-East Debate. Prof. Perrin gave an address on “Benjamin Franklin, the Man of Letters.” Prof. W. H. P. Faunce from Brown University addressed the school. Dr. Crawshaw of Colgate Col- lege talked to the students. The “Zets” entertained the Athenaeum with a dance. Mr. Raymond Geist gave a “Dramatic Recital of Julius Caesar.” Junior Informal to the Seniors. The best ever! School closes for one brief week. Oh joy! Oh bliss! 5. Beginning of the home stretch. 7. We were told to keep off the grass for the first time this year. 12. Ervin Palmer takes to roller-skating. 16. Athenaeum and Zets. have a spread and a debate won by Athenaeum. Also a dance. 18. Sacred Cantata, “The Redeemer.” 20. Annual goes to print. Dr. William F. Peirce of Kenyon College addressed the school. 27. Pres. Charles F. Thwing of Western Reserve spoke to the school on “Colleges of the Orient.” 30. Prof. Emma Perkins spoke to the Junior and Senior girls on “The Influence of Personality.” 176 April 20. The Annual goes to Press f XA'RC-ATCE.T SWAP,?. '10, MAY. 1. Track meet: Shaw-East. 15. Track meet: U. S.-East. 21. Musical Club Concert. 22. Track meet at Gambier. 29. Quadrangular meet. 4. 5. 24. Class Day— Class Orator—Burt Kennedy. Mantle Orator—Mildred Kendall. Historians—Edson Noble, Grace Monroe. Pianist—Adele Uehling. Violinist—Albert Ruoff. Whistler—Laura Riebel. Prophets—Horace Buggie, Clyde Phillips, Mildred Kappler, Genevieve Lilley, Juliet Hart. Interscholastic meet. Commencement. 178 179 Jokes Miss Senior (confidentially) : “He said I was a poem.” Miss Freshman (sarcastically) : “Did he scan your feet?” Frau Grossart: “Fred, go to the board and decline, der grosse Mann.” Fred G. (writes on board) : “Der Grocery Man.” Heard in Greek class: And wool blossomed forth on his head. Mr. Schulte (translating, as two girls come into the room): “Heavens! Get out!!” Miss Black: “Now, Paul, if you have one-fifth of a pie and divide it in half with another fellow, I suppose he gets two fifths, or do you get two fifths, which?” H. A. M. (translating in Room 9) : “Seien Sie unbesorgt, der Papa wird mir recht geben—Don’t worry, your father will support me.” Mr. S. (seeing “Pabst” written on the board the first hour as a transla- tion of “Pope”) : “You must have come from Milawukee.” Miss Black: “John, we’ll excuse you if you want to go to sleep—no sleeping here.” Miss Stickney (during the study of Silas Marner) : “Alma, what trait of character does Dunstan show when he does all he can to spite Godfrey?” Alma: “Brotherly love.” Carl N. (in translating German): “Aber nun ohne Umstande—But now no cemetery.” Miss Sanderson (in a lesson on argumentation) : “What would it be if a trout were found in the milk?” C. P.: “A fish story.” Harold S. (in German class) : “Now the step-father recognized in him- self as a bad advisor.” Mrs. Truesdale (hoping some one would mention the performance of Parsifal): “Are there any theatres that open about five or six o’clock nowadays ?” Arthur F.: “Yes, the nickel moving picture shows.” Miss Black: “A surface is something which we can not define, having length and breadth.” Muriel S. (translating) : “Er erhielt sein Horn von einem Engel aus dem Himmel—He received his horn from an Englishman out of heaven.” 180 Mr. Knight: “For what may a legislator be arrested, while Congress is in session?” Charles W.: “For treason, felony or breach of promise.” A Junior in Miss Lynch’s II hour Latin class, startled the class by saying: “Such great deeds had been did by one man, Pompey.” Fred Sohl (in Ancient History) : “What did the Greeks do at their theatres when it rained?” Miss Palmer: “Why, I guess they gave rain checks.” Miriam Ganson (II hour Latin class) : “— offering libations to the cinders of her husband.” Miss Sanderson: “What sort of a place was ‘The Three Crowns,’ Norman?” Norman (innocently) : “Oh, a sort of a pawn shop.” Freshman (translating) : “Puer habet fratres quinque—The boy has five fathers.” Frau Grossart: “Sind deine Augen auf?” Clarence A.: “Are your eyes out?” Mr. Schulte (illustrating the use of the negative in French): “Pas can’t stand alone. Pour pas!!!” Miss Seaton: “Explain quarantine.” Pupil: “The patient is taken apart.” Translation in Room 9: “Ein Pferd, das augenscheinlich seinen Reiter abgeworfen hatte—a horse which apparently had been thrown away by its rider.” Miss Critchley: “Jeanette, have you got your book open?” J.: “No, I was just trying to dry my shoes.” Genevieve L. (to Albert E. who was stringing a fly) : “Albert, if you should slip you would fall flat.” Albert: “No, I’d fall Senior.” Mr. Lothman: “How many know words where i is not long?” Margaret W.: “Ego, duo and modo.” Miss Ingersoll: “Illustrate an unfulfilled wish in the present tense.” Henry C.: “I wish I wasn’t here.” 181 A. T. (translating Latin) : “This was the finish of Priam.” Travis (in German) : “I will not marry every lady.” Mr. Smith: “Arthur, what is a periodic sentence?” Arthur H.: “It’s the kind they use in periodicals.” Elma M. translates, “on voit bienque tu n’as pas pris ton cafe”: “One sees well that you are not in your cafe.” Frances C. talks about the axle of the earth in the Latin class. Mr. Schulte: “What is true about final “ent” in verbs, Amy?” Amy K.: “It’s silent, but I don’t know how to pronounce it!” Fred V.: “I looked over the review.” Mr. Findley: “Are you sure you didn’t overlook it?” Mr. Reed (in physics) : “Weltha, give the law of gravitation.” Weltha: “Everybody in the physical universe attracts everyone else with a force.” Mr. Schulte calls on D. 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Send stamp for sample and ‘ -‘,St ° sf,ie.ndi l premiums for securing new I subscribers. Also FOOD Aim DRINK, a mag- ‘ azme devoted to culinary matters, pure food and pt act tea I housekeeping, 4 mos. trial, 10c E. Cassino, Dept, H, Salem, Mass, Cyrus F.: “I got that by inspection.” Miss Black: “Inspection of what, some one else’s paper?” Miss Critchley: “See how Poland has shrunk.” Elizabeth W. (aside) : “Too bad they didn’t use wool soap.” Charles Vilas (translating Greek) : “And all day I fell and my little heart was still in me.” Pupil: “I don’t know what you call it.” Miss Black: “You might whistle for it then.” Horace B.: “Lend me a pencil, will you?” Melvin K.: “I’m sorry, but I’ve only one.” Horace: “I only want one.” The Elysium has an ad even in Virgil in, “Hoc iter nobis”: This way to the Elysium for us. Miss Palmer: “Mother is a lengthened M.” Mr. Peck: “What is a dead horse?” Herbert S.: “If buried, it is real estate.” Pupil (translating Latin) : “And the dead men leaned on their shields for support and fought with spirit.” Teacher (in English) : Why do you girls, in all your themes, bring, in Bacon?” Pupil (in rear of room) : “Will ham do?” S. Rockwell (in Senior Latin) : “Terrified in the midst of his bones.” Boy: “I will not marry that lady.” Girl: “He’s crazy. Don’t joke with me. I’ll tell you—yes—I prayed to Heaven to send me a man.” Student in English reciting on members of the club in the Sir Roger De Coverley Papers called Will Honeycomb, Will Honeysuckle. Miss Lynch (in Latin) : “What is the shortest way to say “ut levis- sime dicam?” Student: “To say the least.” Student translating “dass das Mittelgleid zwischen Menschen und Geis- terwelt ist”: “That is the missing link between men and the spirit world.” 184 Mr. Findley asks M. S. to explain a certain verb. M. S.: “It is the third person plural of the Singular Indicative.” Mr. F.: Wouldn’t you better say it is the feminine masculine of the Indicative Subjunctive?” D. Judson translating, “Hirsche Rehe und Hasen”: “I don’t know what kind of trees them are.” Miss S.: “Run over the men in Johnson’s Club, please.” Notice on black-board in Room 18: Hand in your name and the per- son whom you are going to take. M. Nutting (in Virgil) : “He bore me off as to my swift feet,” for, “my swift feet bore me off.” G. R. (talking about the adventures of Meleager) : “Meleager killed the bull and stood on his head.” Mr. Smith (in History) : “Now, Genevieve, what finally happened to Polycrates?” Genevieve: “Didn’t he die?” Carl N. (in room 28, day before Thanksgiving) : “Chaucer wrote the ‘Cranberry Tales.’ ” Teacher (in French class) : “What kind of a condition is, ‘If we had money, we would travel far.’ ” Hallene (with a sigh) : “Contrary to fact.” Pupil (translating Latin) : “On account of the duration of the rains, the soldiers could not be kept longer in their skins.” Katherine Jenkins translating “Qui avez-vous dans votre poche?”: “Who have you in your pocket?” Mr. Lothman: “Tell me the meanings of any words you do not know.” Miss Hanna: “If any are absent will they please speak?” Charles Vilas (in Annual Board meeting): “We need a dummy, don’t we?” Rhea T. (audibly): “Take me!” Spencer C., translating the French, “Tres volontiers”: teers.” J85 “Three volun- Teacher: “Give me an adjective with the termination ‘ous’ meaning ‘full of.’” Pupil: “Dangerous, full of danger.” Teacher: “Very good, give me another.” Pupil: “Pious.” Mr. Lothman: “When a person died, an obol, a three cent piece, was placed in his hand for his fare.” Speaking of the ending of Edgar A. Poe’s “Fall of the House of Usher”— Miss Hanna: “What is conspicuous of Poe’s clothes (close)?” Senior taking charge of class during Miss Hanna’s absence. Recita- tion on Bryant’s poems. Erma (as teacher) : “What is the form of, ‘O Mother of a Mighty Race?”’ Elmer: “Patriotic Lyric.” Erma: “Very well. What kind of a form have you, Henry?” Henry: “Can’t you see it!” Miss Palmer (speaking in regard to the shorthand outlines): “The faster you go, the larger you get.” Mr. Eisenhauer (to Moses Guzik, who is only one ready to answer a question put to class) : “All right, Moses, you may lead the class out of the wilderness this time.” Teacher (to Ruth Hug, the first day of school) : “Ruth, how do you pronounce your last name?” Ruth: “Oh just Hug, sir.” Teacher (to pupil in Algebra class) : “Mary, you may go to the board and get next to Fred.” Anxious mother (to Flat after the first day of high school): “How did you get along at school today?” Flat (with a sigh): “Oh, I got along at a pretty fair rate ’till Mr. Rannells stopped me.” L. T.’s description of a funnel: The wide part of the top neck of a narrow glass tube!! Boy in Room 23, fifth hour translates, “Bienen summen”: “And you could hear the throbbing of the legs.” Mrs. Truesdale: “What part of the Scotch are related to the Celts?” Arthur F.: “Butter scotch. 186 Mother Goose Rhymes Peter, Peter, lunch-room eater, Had some Latin—couldn’t read ’er, Found a pony one day, they tell, Now he reads ’er very well. A Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack, jump over the vaulting stick. ft John, John, the piper’s son, Skipped a class and away he run, John was sought and John was caught, Not to cut, now John was taught. Peter Piper ate a Peck of Pickles (in the lunchroom). Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How do your golden locks grow? With rats and puffs and sundry ruifs And curls hanging all in a row. Marc Resek, ’09. 187 Algebra: Never do today what you can get from some one else to- morrow. Tardiness: May we rise with the lark. Flats: While there’s life there’s hope. Mr. Lothman: Beware the fury of a patient man. Athenaeum: A course of learning and ingenious studies. Greek: Oh, this learning, what a thing it is! Mandolin Club: It will discourse most eloquent music. The Library: Hold the Fort! I am coming. Mildred Kappler ) Martha Payne What harmony is this? My good friends, hark. Juliet Hart Flunking: It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. Miss Black: Don’t despair of a pupil if he has one clear idea. Annual: Thou wert my guide, philosopher and friend. “Zets.”: It is better to play than do nothing. Geometry: A little learning is a dangerous thing. Absence: Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Girl’s Glee Club: Soft is the music that would charm forever. Mr. Findley: I awoke, one morning, and found myself famous. Averages: We know what we are, but we know not what we may be. Latin: I had a little pony and his name was ------. An excuse: Each mind has its own method. Rhetoricals: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears! Exams.: Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve. The Lunchroom: God helps them that help themselves. Senior year: All’s well that ends well. 188 FIRED AT THE, inEi dIntSky rlr A Flat in his room is worth two in the office. A wayward Flat gathers no knowledge. Be not puffed up, dear Flat. Pride goeth before a fall. Be good (in the eyes of the faculty) and you will be happy. Be bad (in the eyes of the pupils) and you will be “it.” Flats should be seen, but never hear (at rhetoricals). Don’t long to be a Senior. All is not gold that glitters. Make good marks while you’re young. When you’re an aged Senior you can live on your reputation. Little Flats have big ideas. There’s many a slip twixt cup and lip, when you’re drinking beside a Soph. To talk is the most unkindest cut of all. A Flat in time saves his breath. Where there’s a Flat there’s a hubub. Spare the Flat and spoil the Senior. A Flat by any other name would run as fast. A Flat and his gum are soon parted. A Soph answer turneth away wrath, but a Flat answer is as nothing. To Flats: Learn to creep before you run. The early Flat catches the car. Young Flats are made wise; Seniors become so. All that run are not Flats. It takes more than one Flat to make a Senior. Every little Flat, added to those we got, Makes just a little more noise. In the spring, the wee Flat’s fancy, Lightly turns from thoughts of school. Flat as a pancake—now that’s me, But a puffed-up Senior soon I’ll be. Flatty, Flatty, don’t you cry, You’ll be a Senior by and by. All’s flat that ends flat. FMQNTifE WAffE Mr. Lothman: I do want you to acquire a good vocabulary. In room 17, when translating, to give the equivalent English meaning is not good, but in room 23, it is the only possible way to translate. Miss Black: You must develop a better acquaintance with your text- book. Keep off the grass! Mr. Rannells (about to make an announcement) : Boys and girls— Pupil: May I go to the library this hour? Teacher: Is it for reference? Miss Adams: I am afraid you are wasting our time. You may take it. The Freshmen still persist in running through the halls. Miss West: Will you please take another chair. Presiding officer (at close of rhetoricals) : Mr. Rannells will say a few words to the school. Mr. Smith: A correct interpretation of the question is half the answer. Miss Critchley: Well, I’m afraid you don’t know that. Football Boy: I want to thank the Faculty, the school, etc., etc.---- Miss Sanderson: That’s true, but------- 190 Alliterations Ransom Miller merrily makes miserable music mit ’is mandolin. Surely Skeet skates swell, so several say. Noble never (k)nows nothing nohow—nit(?) Lively little Leonard likes lovely ladies. Amy always aims at admirable averages. Resec (w) rites ripping rhymes at a rattling rate. Will will work willingly while we wait. Comely Charles can certainly cut a caper and chatter charmingly. Drexel, desiring death, diligently devours doughnuts. Margaret makes many mistakes managing money. Lucile Dorn dutifully dislodges and dusts down dirt. James Prosser punts pompously according to public ’pinion. Bernice Sutherland, seated serenely, softly sings a song of sixpence. Albert Elliott easily and eagerly eats eight eggs every evening. Robert Hassler has hoodooed harmony handsomely. Bauman beaming broadly and behaving badly breaks books by bump- ing them ’bout. Eugene Sawyer sits straight silently studying solid geometry. Grace Monroe manages many matters, mostly manuscripts. Ruth Gregg gets great good gnawing greens. Jeanette Ditto dreads drying dishes and daily does daring deeds. Frances Morse, meandering many measureless miles, moves majestic- 191 Peters The Original Milk Chocolate Let Your Baby be THE ALPS IN qUAUTYjL. A Flat at EA5T HiqH why doe) fji)) Peter) uje Baker') a«d ffy) . Baker’s FaKer Peter'} ’ Food for Thought aUtiMibeclf These sox—just as you like them—soft, thin, cool— Are you $ure they are oft, Bob H? Ih.EY LOOK P TTf LOUD. ■h) d«p (Jj“ O' wmim Learning About Paint Concrete Houses of Moderate Cost Any expectation} . Leonard How to Think in German. Amd How to Think in French. Do YOU E' Ea CJET THEM r iXED, HER jcrfJqt1. h Sigh of good clothes HAIR APPROVAL A MnpUm ' EE |aRC| AREJ C LA$ ---- vWen , Athenaeum ntETmc Why dont youappl|, Esther'! Do You Hear Well? • o 7 i: HaVe YOU EVtR TRIED TH15, Do you. Flat) , at rhetorical ? Ftym? Lucile Dorm of women So Oi NlfiLD A5 I155 Hanna and h«5S NDER50N. Your Own Printing AMD lH|5 PICT0RE From THE OF YOU, Ward ? AthenaeU f oon IO! WH ERL? TO GO _ _ lHAr 13 THE that of everybody el)e, PI155 0EMrtEf|. ( Ejjfibrt- U}. OR EA)T - JACI - Roct v ELL TTa E AENTiON THE JoKE EDITOR WHEN CORREJPoNDINq VlTri ADVERTijER . East High School Society Professor Horace Hobart Buggie, having completed a successful sea- son in his home city, as leader of the band at Luna Park, will spend some time in Unionville. Miss Hallene Babcox has lately left for the East where she will take a position as instructor in the “School of Expression.” Mr, Cyrus Ford has gone to Washington, D. C., for a fortnight. Miss Miriam Ganson, having completed her course at the Huron Street Hospital, is now located in Jamestown, New York. A delightful affair was given yesterday afternoon by Mr. Spencer Corlett at his home on E. 90th St. The decorations were spring flowers, crocuses and johnny-jump-ups used in the living room, while in the dining room the color scheme was pink and white. Messrs. Elmer Fix and Ed- ward Teare presided at the teatable. The affair was given in. honor of Edson Noble, who is this week appearing at the Opera House. Miss Esther Taylor left today for New York from which she will sail on the steamer “Baltic” to Zululand, where she will remain for ten years as a missionary to the Hottentots. Miss Juniata Brisco, unable to keep up in her college work, has gone to Chicago to enter a “School for Backward Pupils.” The closing party of Mr. William Sharp’s “School for Dancing” will be given at the Colonial Club on May 1st. Miss Helen Grute has taken up her residence at Morgadore Centre where she will engage in raising chickens. Miss Frances Collister has just returned from the East and will spend the rest of the summer with her parents at their summer home “Fluffy- Billows-on-the-Lake.” Miss Adelle Uehling, at a recent recital, played her latest composi- tion, entitled, “Dippy Dips.” Miss Gladys Davis was entertained yesterday afternoon at an informal recital at which she was the principal speaker. C. Dudley Farnsworth has taken up his residence on Hough Ave. 193 Romance of East High On a summer’s Day, a young man is sitting beneath the leafy Bowers in his lady’s garden. His mind is Benton thoughts of love and his heart Burns as he hears her Carroll a love ditty. He is anxious to Lander, so he arises and moves toward the window. Presently she hears him Tappen and ceases her song. As she opens the window he beholds her clad in a Coften gown and in her White hand, she holds a Lilley. “Let me be your Groom,” he cries, “I am on a Parr with you.” With her Small head poised on one side and the Sharp wind blowing through her tresses she exclaims, “You give me a Payne to speak thusly.” With a Teare in her eye she stamps her Foote and slams the window. This insult makes his blood Boyle. “Ditto,” he cries and vows to Hayt all womankind forever more. Tossing the coachman a Coyne he rides home in his Buggie. There was a young fellow named Mark He went down town for a lark When his money he’d spent He had not a cent So he had to walk home in the dark. There once was a lad they called “Flat,” There wasn’t a reason for that, For he was quite round, Up, down and around, So why did they think he was flat? Weston thinks he has no match, Others there are who admire Dan Patch, But East High challenges the lot. And wagers on Prof. Findley’s trot. 194 Wanted—Situation as nurse girl by a J. who can “Rockwell.” Apply Room 22, E. H. S. Lost—A Boy’s Glee Club. Will finder please return before next yeai. Found—A pony, hitched to a post outside of room 22. Very handsome French steed. Whinnies when called “Hugo.” Owner may have same by proving property and paying for this advertisement. Substitutes Wanted—Apply to Erma Chapman, Loretta Burns and Lyda Ellison. Private Sale—A great display of red neck ties for men. Offered at re- duced rates by the “Zets.” Sale only open to successors. For Sale—A solid geometry in good condition used only a few times. Special reduction as owner has no further use for it. Call at once. —Ransom Miller, Room 16. Wanted—Situation as substitute for English class. Capable of teach- ing every kind of figure of speech. Good references. —Rhea Talmage. NOTICE! Rummage Sale—Owing to the sudden change in styles for ladies neck- ware, the so-called chokers will be sold at a great sacrifice in price in Rooms 18 and 20. Definite date given later. Proceeds to be invested in Pompeian massage cream and low collars. 195 Good Manners and Good Form Is it true that it is not considered good form in high society to try to chew more than five slabs of gum at once? Am anxious to know as I am used to chewing six at a time. Roy Koplin. It depends entirely upon the size of your mouth. I have often attended East High football games and have become so excited I felt that I could scream. Would it be proper? Daisy Dimples. It is very improper—unless your side is winning. Is it permissible for a young man of high school age to wait for a young lady and walk home from school with her? How long may he wait without making himself conspicuous? L. K. G. It is perfectly proper to walk home with her—if she is willing. The length of time for waiting depends upon your dinner hour. When sitting in the chemistry class, what is the proper elevation of a young gentleman’s feet in order that the brain may receive the greatest amount of knowledge? S. Rockwell. Ask Miss Bennett. How late is it proper for a young man to stay when calling upon a young lady, and what should be done in case he stayed too long? Anxious One. He should not remain later than nine o’clock at the very latest. But, if perchance he should remain until five minutes after nine, there are vari- ous ways of suggesting that it is time for him to go. Perhaps the most delicate is to offer him a match and suggest that he smoke on the way home. For fuller explanation apply to A. McD. Can you tell me if it is proper to use more than a quart of perfumery at one time?—C. P. No, my dear Clyde, in the high society in which you move, it is con- sidered bad form to use more than a quart of perfumery daily. When the Annual is published, is it perfectly proper for one to voice his sentiments of approval? Diffident Student. No, that is the time of year when everybody expresses his mind freely. 196 77ieKnew -Onpye3r -TREE- ww cott EDITOR KNBMX mATHER fair until Jbfr .3 — Printed Jerm-Occa LoneAly VOL I,NO I DHOPKfHA Printer MURDER VROOH ILFIRjr HI? Theojirong butchered in cold blood Ch 19 of CdUlinel. FIRE! Terrible fire in lunchroom Tx pork chops burn to death f r CAeus ZEM All day DARING HOLD-UP In lower hall Pio .fynnell] held up line f £ called, down ELAT'S I way once Slavery thin man XY look I rrye.Tbis if rny latest photo Pech’s Bad B oy'-j I a rtj 1 n our next l jue Gel it ! “our tor - He- I bave a confessior?to make 5|?e-Well? he- I bave beep eatipg onions. Sh Have you_your cberp. lessor?? He No. Sbc-Well ifs «II right then- Ni s £ - will take yout- brealb away. 5HD i'TR Y MY Cure for IMSOHNIA - Rice e3cb RVd1k § Co« WANTED sooBoys and girlj with Gram fcinool certificates1 AdipJomaJ X , -LOST- Two debates One in C.HS ’Tolherm WHS CLEARANCE SALE f JLTME Z5 Entire Stock Buns Slight ty Soiled Very Cheap GREAT COTS in pies EastvWe - Th GENTLE !! Game HORRIBLE ACCIDENT IN ROOM 13 Tlr.C potdoij Cye on acerj1 Seat when MJ yal on. d -SlaH-Speo,, —J OKE — fond -Tla' .My Mile SpeakLhe-eP lan- guages, E.wg'Mh, German and Geo- el ty HtlfT DftRK I SECRET I WATCH US GROW Did it Ever Occur to You That we have a good many automobiles and only one Buggie. That Darwin Judson uses large words. Why Juliet-a-Hart. That Will is Sharp. That so many football boys dance (?) That Orville would rather Walk’er and Claude would rather Waltz. That Philip is Small. Who Lillian’s Groom will be. That Mr. Findley did not receive a “Zet” tie as proposed, on his birth- day. What makes William Hayt. That Miss West is librarian at East. That the long expected “Zet” dance arrived. That Miss Wright can read. That Miss Black is white. That Mr. Knight works all day. That, at the beginning of the year, Mr. Lothman called Ethel New- burn, Ethel Newbum. That we have people who can Fix and do Patchin. That Ruth Foote has two hands. That Florence is a Wiseman. That Miss Black called the Senior informal the “low jinks” in prep- aration for the “high jinks” later. That Ruth Day studies at night. What gave Marth-a-Payne. That Horace Buggie got to one “Zet” meeting on time. Little Jack Warner Sat in a corner, Writing a chem exam; He wrote H03: “That looks good to me, My! My! What a smart boy I am.” Caesar conquered nations, Conquer’r of th’ world was he And at the examinations, Caesar conquered me. 198 East High Dictionary Fix, v. i.—(p. p. of figere, to fix), to become firm so as to resist volatiliza- tion. Riebel, n.— (re, again and bellare, to make war), one who is rebellious. Small, a.—Weak, slender, gentle. P. S.—Postscript or Philip Small. An addition made to a composition after the main body of the work has been completed, containing some- thing omitted. Sharp, a.—Not obtuse: not a flat. Boyle, v. i.—(L, bulla, bubble), to be agitated: to effervesce: to be in hot water. Goss, n.—(diminutive gosling, O. E. gos), a web-footed bird of the sub- family Anserinae: a goose. Buggie, n.—(O. E. bugge, a scarecrow, hobgoblin), a little bugbear: any small thing that terrifies. Dawes, n.—Plural of daw (O. E. dawe), a silly bird. Sawyer, n.—One whose occupation is to saw wood into stove lengths. Peckinpaugh—Adverbial phrase peck-and-paw. Hayes, n.—Plural of hay; grass cut and cured for fodder. Phillips, n.—(originally flip), a mixture of spirits stirred with a hot iron. Palmer, n.—A wandering, religious votary. Allen—Adverbial phrase all-in. Irr, v.— (L. errare), to fall into error: to be mistaken. Vokes, v. t.—To call; with pro, to exasperate. Dyer, n.—One whose occupation is to color cloth and the like: to make black seem white when necessary. Peck, n.—A quick, sharp stroke, as with a beak of a bird. Ed Noble—Very proper adj. (originally Ed Know Bill) ; not Ig Noble. Ward, n.—A child under the care of a guardian. Patchin (p. p. to patch, O. E. pacche), mending with pieces: repairing clumsily. Waltz, n.— (G, walzen, to roll), advance with a whirling motion. Teare, n.—Something in the form of a transparent drop of fluid matter. Knecht, n.—(Ger. Knecht, servant)—one in a state of subjection. Collister—(L., con. with; list listen: er one who). One who listens with attention and speaks but little. Miller, n.—A moth: a lepidopterous insect. Reich, adj.— (G. reich, rich), well supplied, abundant, abounding in knowl- edge supplied by a “trot.” Nussdorfer, n.—(G. nuss, nut, and Dorf, village), a dweller in a nutty village. Warden, n.—A watcher, a watchman: one who has an eye out for business. Burgess, n.—(O. E. burgeis; G. Burg), a free man or citizen: one entitled to enjoy the privileges of the place. Chapman, n.—(chap and man), colloquial expression for young man. 199 Carroll, n.—(O. F. carole, a circular space), an enclosure to sit in for study. Barrows, n.—Supports with heavy handles with or without a wheel. Parsons, n.—(it seems singular but it is plural), a preacher. Weis—(Cf. German, wissen), making due use of knowledge: discerning and judging soundly concerning what is true or false. Koplin—(slang), a cop: one who cops people who cops things. Brisco, n.—A new kind of breakfast food: asserted to give strength and wisdom. Gray, adj.—Slate color; used particularly in describing substances in the brain. Hart, n.—A vital organ; keeps up circulation; keeps things moving. Lilley, n.—Small flower found in obscure places; needs a great deal of attention. Tappen, v.—To knock, to hit, to strike lightly. Orr, n.—A metal: a very rare and peculiar kind, found principally on “Cliffs.” Webb, adj.—Pertaining to animals’ feet, particularly ducks and geese. Parr, adv.—at the original price: the value expressed on the face. Siller, adj.—Comparative of silly. Turner, n.—One who turns, especially one who turns out work. White, adj.—Destitute of color, as in the cheeks (?) Breitweg, n.—(G. breit, broad; weg, way), a wide road; as a prop. n. used in referring to a prominent St. in N. Y. C. Ford, v.—To pass: to wade through. Manheim, n.—(G. mann, man; heim, home), a home for old men. Rockwell, v.—To completely set in motion. Nutting, n.—The process of gathering nuts as for example ads for the E. H. S. Annual. Morgan, n.—Corrupted from G. morgen, morning: morning glory. Jaeger, n.—(Ger. Jaeger, hunter), one who hunts wild animals. Voth, n.—(L. votum, a vow, wish), an ardent prayer. Cde, n.___(M. E. cole), cabbage-stalk: general name for all kinds of cabbage. Salter, adj.—Comparative of salt. Taylor, n.—A small Asiatic singing bird. Morris, n.—A curious fish, allied to the eels. Corlett, n.—(diminutive of curl, akin to D. Krullen), a little curl. Every Afternoon Special T eaching 200 He’s our ain tall Dan! God bless the man— Whose cheery voice and encouraging word Oft through the halls of the school are heard— God bless the man! He’s our ain tall Dan! Johnson’s Monetary Lunch Table 10 mills make 1 cent 10 cents make 1 dime 1 dime makes 2 pies 2 pies make 1 sick There’s a tall young fellow called Haver And I asked him to do me a favor: To reach way up high, Get a piece of the sky, Which he did without even a waver. 201 Limericks There once was a teacher named Seaton, Every day saw a lass and lad meet’n, So she wrote to his “paw” And told what she saw, And “paw” gave the lad a good beat’n. There is a young lady called “Skeet” Whose skating is sure hard to beat. She runs a machine, A big limousine, You should see Skeet scoot straight down the street. This one’s a story on me When I tried mixing KNOs With C and with S And then lit the mess—! ! !! No more do I do chemistry. There is a young fellow named Lander, A youth of very great candor. When asked whom he hated Very frankly he stated, “Miss Chem., I simply can’t stand ’er.” There was a boy named Small He was not very tall; His size—a minute, His sox—right in it, When racing down the hall. I once knew a flat at East High Who liked very much to eat—pudding; Every day the fourth hour If it lay in his power, To Tomlinson’s store he would creep. There is a young athlete named Brady With a past that’s—alas!—somewhat shady. He’s always so glum— A great grief must have come O’er his life—most likely, a lady. There was a tall lad y-Clept Hayt Had a habit of getting home late; So in Dutch, the first hour By some evil power, He would doze—the Herr settled his fate. 202 OFFICE “THE CALL. OF THE WILD Doggerel Is Will Sharp and is Phillip Small? Does Will Hayt and is Edson Noble? Is Walter Witham—and the last of all— Is Horace’s Buggy an automoble? In Latin class, time not long past Mr. Lothman was heard to ask, What word from “celer” is derived? “Why, celery!” the girl replied. One day some boys in music class Did such a naughty thing— They threw some snuff and made us sneeze So none of us could sing; Then Mr. D. was sorely vexed That thus the boys should tease; He made the startling statement, “We can’t both sing and sneeze.” Old East’s good rhetoricals May be sharp and clear, But we flatsies in the back Not one word can hear. Down in the basement of old East High There is a lunch room fine; Hot dogs, hamburgers, beans and pie Along the counters line; The students crowd there all the while To get some grub to eat, While Mister Johnsing with a smile Fills up the buns with—sawdust. 203 UXLg rltten letters. Ttiity guaran- 'IGRaPHING in 2547; Cuy. your plan ; it satisfactory ood bargains, it-av., N. W. m uiu j. WELL DRILLS—F ?r oil, gas and water wells; latest. 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PmnesfotUe, 0fno OFFERS to young women, graduates of Cleveland Schools, economy in traveling expenses, acquaintance with students from other states, spacious grounds for out-door exercise, laboratories, library, faculty trained in the best colleges and universities, a teachers course in House- hold Science, the musical atmosphere of the Conservatory with weekly recitals and a yearly course by eminent artists. College tuition and board $300. For catalogue and book of views, address MARY EVANS, President. 207 Bacon—“And does your son show any signs of his college training?” Egbert—“Oh, yes; he’s quite lame from an injury he received on the football team.”—Yonkers Statesman. ATTRACTION c Ask anyone if it isn’t the pictures in a book that first attract. «L The pictures create the desire to read, em- phasize the subject and generally make the book popular. C. All “Cuts” are not attractive. But Half Tones and Zinc 'Etchings etched deeply and re- producing the subject even better,tban the Pho- tograph keep the reader interested. C. Ask us about Acid Blast Plates. The Central Engraving Co. Designers—Engravers—Catalogue Makers Vulcan Bldg. CLEVELAND, OHIO Licencees Acid Blast Etchings. A young cadet was complaining of the tight fit of his uniform. “Why, father,” he declared, “the collar presses my Adam’s apple so hard I can taste cider!”—Harper’s Weekly. “I was badly bitten by flies in every country in Europe except Belgium.” “Have they none there?” “I don’t know. I didn’t go there.” WE CARRY A FULL LINE OF E. H. S. PINS, FOBS AND RINGS N. M. WIEGAND H Jeweler and Optician V 7WmJ Addison Road, cor. Wade Park Ave. CLEVELAND, OHIO DE KLYIN’S Fine Candies and Chocolates Special Room for Ladies’ Luncheon Ice Creams, Ices and Fancy Cakes Delicious Food, Well Cooked and Served Especially College Ice 614 Euclid Ave. and 5809 Euclid Ave. cor. 59th St. CLEVELAND, OHIO G. L. 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Never knew it to take the dock up the river yet.' m Clever Printing CL One of our most important specialties is the artistic production of school and college work, embracing original ideas in programs, announce- ments, menus, cards, etc. CL Exceptional facilities are here offered you in Quality, Prompt Service and Economy ; and our ‘‘Record o{ Results’ is open to your in- spection at all times. CL The host of “good things that are the pro- duct of our plant will effectually prove that “we know how, and what to do—and we do it! CL And we still continue to print more school and college annuals than any other house in the state 'y fe @.SW u66Mf9 mtifijf (fo. WE PLAN AND PRODUCE YOUR ENTIRE ADVERTISING 224-234 High jlvenue . . . Cleveland, Ohio ■ He (tenderly)—“It is a mistake for a man to travel through life alone.” She__“Yes, indeed. Why don’t you get your mother to chaperone you?” Census Taker—“Madam, how oid are you, please? Madam (under fifty, just a little)—“I’m not old at all, you horrid thing.1 _rfh__rCb cCh rCh rCh rCS « For SCHOOLS and UNIVERSITIES A COMPLETE LINE OF FINE DRAWING I INI STRUMENTS AND Ci DRAUGHTSMAN’S SUPPLIES TOOLS FOR MANUAL TRAINING WORK (SPECIAL PRICES TO STUDENTS) H W. BINGHAM COMPANY T -S-TSO SUPERIOR AVE. INI. W, Bell, Doan 241 Cuy. Cent. 711 THE BARNER-MEAD LUMBER CO. DEALERS IN LUMBER OF ALL KINDS 1962 E. 107th (791 Fairmount) Street CLEVELAND Hiram - College Invites the consideration of young men and women of ambition and purpose who are looking for a thorough college training under fav- oring conditions. A finely illustrated bulletin, containing pictures of President Bates, the faculty, the campus and some of the college buildings, scenes of Hiram and vicinity and views illustrating vari- ous phases of college life, will be mailed on request, addressed to J. O. NEWCOMB, Secretary, HIRAM, OHIO Mention the East High Annual. Magistrate (to elderly witness)—“Your age, madam?” Witness—“Thirty.” Magistrate—“Thirty what?” Witness—“Years.” Magistrate—“Thanks. I thought it might be months.” yi Little Tim—“Mama, mayn’t I go out into the street a bit? The boys say there’s a comet to be seen.” Mama—“Well, yes; but you mustn’t go too near.” Do It Now Make up your mind to wear Dorn Shoes or Oxfords. $3, $3.50 and $4 All Styles All Leathers D0RH-5H0E For Men Only Especially Young Men, “Kinky Kicks” with lots o’ style. $3, $3.50 and $4 “ON THE SQUARE” WILLIAMSON BUILDING Tan, Black, Ox Blood and Patents To appease your hunger when away from home— Just THINK of Johnson’s qj-jjj The “East High” Feed Room Poe Brothers Men’s Furnishers, Hatters and - T ailors —— - 8523 Hough Avenue WE PRESS CLOTHES BY CONTRACT $1.50 PER MONTH .V :: Both Phones :: :: Kodaks for the Boys Kodaks for the Girls from $1.00 to $75.00 — THE-- Dodd-Rogers Co. Bond, near Euclid DEVELOPING ______and PRINTING The Stranger—“Do the people who live across the road from you, Rastus, keep chickens?” Rastus—“Dey keeps some of ’em, sah.”—Christian Advocate. VI1 COLLISTER. SAYLE= . . . Baseball Outfitters ... 224-230 SUPERIOR AVE„ N. W. Bicycles and Athletic Goods COLLISTER SAYLE= We All Read The Cleveland Plain Dealer, Cleveland's Best Newspaper. ------------------- Ol er 1 00,0 00 Sunday Circulation guaranteed. Farmer—“See here, boy, what yer doin’up there?” Boy—“One of your pears fell off the tree’an’ I’m tryin’ to put it back.”—Brook- lyn Eagle. Q EBANK MOOBE Portraits by Photography EUCLID AVENUE 6 NINTH STBEET (L'ENNOX BUILDING) CLEVELAND He—“Is there any hope for me?” She___“How should I know? I’m not a lunacy expert.” ix ‘Do you believe in signs? Sure. How else would people know what business you were in? ’ Class Pins for EAST HIGH SCHOOL [ ] ’08 - ’09 Furnished by ] nmRLi MAJSRJEAOTXJRING cJEAVBLERS C30IXTMBTJS. OHIO ■ MAKERS OF Class rings pipes pennants- pins also athletic medals and prizes SEND FOR CATALOGUE Individuality is something every man wants in his clothes—It is what the Custom Tailors endeavor to give. The individuality of Davis “Good Clothes’’ is brought about by clever designing and expert handling........ Zbc m ® H avis Go Furnishers-Shirt Makers-Hatters and “Good Clothes” 307-311 Euclid Ave. Bell Doan 1587 L Cuy. Cent. 6521 W. EAST HIGH BOOK STORE We solicit your patronage the coming year, the same as in the past, and will endeavor to please you with everything of the best in the market. W. H. Schaefer 1TJase {Ball and tennis Goods Jill Kinds of School Boofcs and Hardware, Stoves, Furnaces, Paints, School Supplies Tinning a Specialty J. T. TOMLINSON SON 8118 DECKER AVE. N. E. 8610 Hough Ave. CLEVELAND, O South of High School Bldg. ESTABLISHED 1890 Zbe Xake Shore Banking XTrust Co. CLEVELAND, OHIO ANNOUNCES THE OPENING OF A NEW OFFICE, CORNER SUPERIOR AVE. AND ADDISON RD., AND RESPECTFULLY SOLICITS YOUR PATRONAGE. Commercial and M Prospect Avenue and Savings Accounts f Huron Road Insurance Ah f 55th Street and Steamship Tickets B ■ ” St. Clair Ave. Domestic and Superior Ave, and Foreign Exchange Oil Savings Deposits Addison Road ©ffice Ibours: 1 AT rdayts° I .30 P. M. 30 A. M. TO 12 M. 6 TO 8 P. M. Caller—“So sorry to hear of your motor accident.” Enthusiastic Motorist—“Oh, thanks; it’s nothing. Expect to live through many more.” Caller—“Oh, but I trust not!” Optimist—“Pleasant weather—overhead.” Pessimist—“Ya-a-s. Trouble is, so few people going .w. • uy,' |E have provided a Special Teller’s Win- dow for Young People, where we will be pleased to explain to you how you can start a savings account with one dollar or more. THE CITIZENS SAVINGS and TRUST CO. Euclid Avenue, near East Ninth Street, CLEVELAND, OHIO Assets Over 42 Million Dollars Sterling Welch Co. Curtains, Shades Upholstery Qoods And Furniture. 1225-1239 Euclid Avenue, CLEVELAND, 0. CALL US UP FOR . oi'IMATES ON YOUR CATERING WORK The Telling Brothers Company 1301-03 Euclid Avenue PRIVATE BRANCH EXCHANGES Diamonds Precious Stones Silverware Fine Porcelain and Imported Wares Decorative Articles Stationery and Engraving Optical Department The Cowell Hubbard co. 605 Euclid Ave. Pastor—“Have you given up anything in Lent, Mr. Parish?” Mr P. (with deep feeling)—“Yes, sir. I have given up $27 for an Easter bonnet for my wife.” xi Teacher—“Did any of you ever see an elephant’s skin?” Pupil—“I have.”. Teacher—“Where?” Pupil—-“On the elephant.” -----THE---- Union National Bank OF CLEVELAND Capital and Surplus, $2,500,000 ORGANIZED IN 1884 This Bank has provided its custo- mers with every banking facility through years of prosperity and periods of de- pression. It seeks new business of a desirable nature. PHOTOS BY NEWMAN ——I——I— T is our endeavor to please our patrons. We put forth every effort in every branch of our work to pro- duce results that are pleasing. Cbe newman Studio 647 Euclid Avenue Opposite The Taylor Arcade CASH Saved is money earned. When in need of one or twenty-five Band or Orchestra In- struments, write to or call on THE J. G. RICHARDS CO. 302 The Arcade, Cleveland, O. We will save you cash and furnish you relia- ble instruments. Importers and publishers of Band and Orchestra Music. Bell, Cuyahoga, Doan, 1144 J Central. 8655 K CHISHOLM BROS. ...Grocers... Fresh Vegetables and Fruits in season. Call us any time by phone and receive prompt at- tention. GEO. L. BIVINS .♦Xfverp anfr BoarMnQ.. 1714 Crawford Road, N. E. CLEVELAND, O. Bell, Doan 1425 L Cuy., Central 6474 Established 1893 THE MYRON G. PATCH School of mandolin, Guitar, Banjo Director of East High School, Hathaway Brown School and University School Mandolin and Guitar Orchestras Studio, 604-5 The Arcade, Superior Avenue Entrance _ Examination in the Public Schools. Professor to pupil—“In which of his battles was Gustavus Adolphus killed?” Pupil (after reflection)—“I think it was in his last battle.” xii teacher—“What was there remarkable about the battle of Lookout?” . Little Dick (at the foot of the class)—“It caused bangs on the brow of a moun- tain. T N ALL ATTIRE it is our aim to offer distinctiveness of style—to render READY-TO-WEAR GARMENTS BOOKS STATIONERY PICTURES as individual as made to order kinds—to combin - eis,rance with unoi ..usiveness— whether in a simple suit—a house dress or a graduation costume. Halle ®ros. (jtfo. 429 to 439 ©ntltS be. Programs and Invitations THE Korner Wood COMPANY 737 Euclid Avenue DRY GOODS MEN'S FURNISHINGS o A ESTABLISHED 1881 John Jacoby Son The best positions are secured by young: men and young women who have taken the complete business and short- hand course at the Spencerian, the leading commercial school of the middle west. Eighteen hundred calls a year for its graduates. Finest commercial school buildings] and equipment in Atmeriea. An illustrated catalogue wi] he sent upon reques. Established 1848—40,000 students ALWAYS THE BEST FOR THE LEAST HONEY 7036-7038 Superior Ave. CLEVELAND, 0. The EUCLID ICE CREAM Co. MANUFACTURERS OF Pure Tee Cream and Ices WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 5304-5308 Windsor Ave. N. E. BOTH PHONES E. B. BROWN PRESCRIPTION AND MANUFACTURING =OPTICIAN=— Oculists’ Prescriptions Filled Broken Lenses Replaced Special Attention Given to the Fitting and Adjusting of Spectacles and Eye Glasses Rooms 314-3 I 5 Schofield Building Judge (pointing his cane at a prisoner)—“There is a great rogue at the end of this stick.” Prisoner—Which end, your honor?” xiii ‘Still collect coins, Mr. Curio?” ‘Yes. Very complete collection I have, too.’ ‘Have you the Latin Quarter of Paris?” THE R.G. MILLER COAL CO. 400 SCHOFIELD BUILDING ALL KINDS OF Domestic and Steam Coal —AT— WHOLESALE AND RETAIL Birth-Month Spoons.. .....................— In Sterling Silver, the correct flower for each month—manj designs from which to choose. F. E. KLOCKSIEM ... Jeweler... 7002 Lexington Avenue, N. E. I repair Watches and Jewelry- Right work, right prices _____A______Al. ‘Please ‘Patronize Our Jldvertisers; For they have Patronized Us. ¥—V—W Two Years Saved College, law, technical, medical, dental school reached in two years from eighth grade. Special information concerning Central Insti- tute methods and results to be had for the asking. Departments: English, Business Training, Short- hand, Drafting, Engineer- ing, College Preparatory. Catalog free. Day or Night School all the year. Central Institute 2481 E. 55th St. Willson-Scovill Catalogs give all details White S. M. Co. 1022 EUCLID AVE. Wisdom in choosing Means comfort in using THE WHITE IS MADE ON VIBRATING AND ROTARY STYLES Nurse—“I wish to tell you, sir, that you have become the father of triplets.’ Noopar—“Oh! This is two too much.”
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