Glenville High School - Olympiad Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 176 of the 1918 volume:

®o iHiss Xmttsc Jcch to 6)1]use faithful unit loyal aih fuc nine much of the pleasure of our J euior Jear, foe hehicate this issue. Dedication PAGE The Senior Class 4 Senior Section Editorials . . . . 23 Literary 25 “An Adventure in Cowardice'’ . Frances Bathrick “The Elopement” . Helen White “Georgia’s Cure” . Dorothy Hosier 'The Tale of a School Hook” . . . . I. S. “Pants” Helen Fye “Dad's Hug” .... Florence E. Flynt East-Glenville Debate 34 School News Clubs .... . . . 39 Who’s Who .... 43 Sports Exchanges .... 49 Personals . . . 51 Autographs . . . . 63 The reflector HARRY R. CORCORAN—L. G. S. “A knight full-well equipped. Pres. Senior Class. Vice President Wranglers. Secretary Hi Y. Varsity Football Football Manager Class Choice for Commencement MARY BOOTH—L. S. Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves. Vice President Senior Class Beta Sigma. Pres. Girls’ Glee Club. Faculty Choice for Commencement Reflector—Club Editor. Salutatorian. ESTHER BAEHR—CL. “That person is blest who does her best. Secretary Senior Class. President Beta Sigma Dramatic Club Faculty Choice for Commencement. LELAND SMITH—L. G. S. “Good manners are part of good morals. Treasurer Senior Class Secretary Wranglers Varsity Basketball Senior Magazine Board Hi-Y 4 the reflector IRENE BELFORD—ENG. Enough to make one look twice.” Girls’ Glee Club WILLIAM J. BELL—ENG. ' Do not grasp at the stars, the best things are nearest” Football “G” Club A. A. SADVE BROTH—G. S. “The only way to have a friend is to be one German Club MARGARET BUSS—L. G. S. “The Girl Wanted” Treasurer Criterion Friendship Club 5 ? THE REFLECTOR 4- I SYLVIA BUXBAUM—G. S. “Dark in hair ami eyes German Club i NELSON CALLAHAN—L. G. S. “Shy am I” Track (2 years) Senior Football r PATRICE CANFIELD— “Every moment of worry weakens the soul for its daily combat INEZ H. COLE—L. G. S. “How poor arc they that have not patience” Friendship Club 6 i. THE REFLECTOR T) r EDMUND COMYNS—L. G. S. If a man is unhappy, this must be his oxen fault” Basketball Track Football “G” Club EDYTHE DALEY—L. G. S. “The cheerful live longest” Vice President Beta Sigma Social Chairman Friendship Club A. A. Senior Magazine AUDREY DODD—G. S. Work is no disgrace, but idleness is” Friendship Club Class Prophet WILLIAM GAGE—ENG. He takes his dose of defect as a real sports-mar ' Varsity Football (3 years) “G” Club 7 THE REFLECTOR LUCILLE GENTNER—L. (i. S. “One whose sweet grace shines forth in her facer Girls’ Glee Club Friendship Club A. A. Senior Magazine Board MAX KIRTZ—L. G. S. “All things come to him who waits. But here’s a rule that's slicker: 'The man who goes for what he wants Will get it all the quicker.” HAROLD KLOEPFER—L. (i. S. Becalmed upon the sea of Thought.” Boys’ Glee Club. ETHEL LEVINE—L. G. S. “Simplicity ami plainness arc the soul of elegance” German Club 8 THE REFLECTOR RUTH LICHTENSTEIN—CL. Self-confidence is the first requisite to great undertakings ' Beta Sigma R. P. R. KATHERINE LYMON—L. S. Tliou makest each mystery dear And the unattained seems nearer. Beta Sigma R. P. R., Asst. Aedile First Term; Consul Second Term Girls’ Basketball Valedictorian RUTH MeGUIRE—L. G. S. A smile for every frozen. A cheery zeord for cz'cry cross one Beta Sigma Friendship EDITH McLEAN—L. G. S. “Blessings ez er zeait on virtuous deeds. Friendship Club. 9 THE REFLECTOR MILDRED MATTHIAS—L. G. S. “What I must do is all that concerns me, not what people think” IRMA MELSTROM—L. G. S. “A laugh is worth a hundred groans ' R. P. R. Friendship Club A. A. RITA MIHALOVITCH—L. S. “A gay, serene spirit is the source of all that is noble and good” Beta Sigma—Treas. Orchestra Faculty Choice for Commencement A. MILLS—ENG. “Light hearted and content I wander thru the world.” Varsity Football Varsity Basketball “G Club A. A. 10 THE REFLECTOR HELEN PORTER—L. G. S. ''Discretion of speech is more than eloquence.” Beta Sigma ESTHER ROTHENBERG—L. G. S. “How poor arc they that have not patience. THEODORE FORCE—L. G. S. “Judge a man by his questions, not by his an-steers” Chairman Executive Committee Hi-Y MARION SELLBERG—L. G. S. “To laugh, to love, to live, to die Ye call me by the car and eye” Class Night Committee Dramatic Club—Ex. Com. Friendship Club A. A. 11 THE REFLECTOR HELEN B. SELMAN—G. S. “I’ll not confer with sorrozc Till tomorrow, Rut joy shall hare her way This very day.” LANKA V. SHAPERO—G. S. “Friendship gives a szveeter savor to every blessing” EUNICE STAR BUCK—S. G. S. “One of the most charming things in girlhood is serenity.’’ ETHEL STARLING—G. S. “A changeless friend On whom one may depend Criterion Friendship Club 12 the reflector GUSTAV STERN—L. G. S. Do good with what thou hast Or it will do thee no good.” R. P. R. Aedile AGNES STEVENSON—L. S. When one gets to love work, her life is a happy one ' Beta Sigma—See. Literature Glee Club—Sec. and Treas. Class Historian Faculty Choice for Commencement M A RGA R ET STEW A RT— ENG. he is not sad. yet in her gaze appears Something that makes the gazer think of tears. Friendship Club WILMER TIMS—L. G. S. Mathematics are his pastime. y . VS THE REFLECTOR IRMA K. STUMPF—L. G. S. “The best that we find in our travels is an honest friend Executive Committee Senior Magazine Board Beta Sigma Vice President Girls Glee Club Athletic Association I.c Circle Franca is MILDRED A. McCORKLE—L. G. S. “Character is a perfect educated 7cill” Executive Committee Secretary Beta Sigma Dramatic Club Class Prophecy Faculty Choice for Commencement LESTER KLEIN—L. G. S. “He is a man of sense who does not grift � for what he has not, but rejoices in 'what he has.” Executive Committee Hi-Y Varsity Football Class Choice for Commencement ALBERT L. FEDERMAX—CL. “Life is real! Life is earnest! Executive Committee R. P. R. Forensic Club 14 THE REFLECTOR. ROSE M. WEITZ—G. S. A rose with ail its S7vectest leas es yet folded.’ LILLIAN Will TELA W—L. G. S. Her voice 7cas C7'er soft, gentle and low. MILDRED WITHAM—G. S. Thou dost make the very night itself Brighter than day ” Glee Club German Club A. A. Class Historian ETHEL DUER—G. S. “How active springs the mind l u.t leaves the load of yesterday behind ” Dramatic Club Chairman Program Committee Friendship Club, Chairman Program Comm. Magazine Board, Secy, and Literary Editor. Class Prophet Athletic Association Lc Circle Francais DAISY SPELLMAN—G. S. ‘7 record none but the hours of sunshine German Club Secretary and Treasurer. R. P. R. Friendship Club A. A. 15 THE REFLECTOR 16 THE REFLECTOR SENIOR SECTION � SENIOR OFFICERS Harry Corcoran .... President Mary Booth .... Vice-President Esther Bachr.................Secretary I-eland Smith .... Treasurer Executive Committee 1 heodore Force, Chairman I.ester Klein Irma Stumpf Albert Federman Mildred McCorkle Senior Magazine Committee Irma Stumpf Lucille Centner Edythe Daley Leland Smith Class History Mildred it ham Agnes Stevenson Class Prophecy Mildred McCorkle Audrey Dodd Ethel Ducr Com mencement Speakers Faculty Choice Katherine Lymon Agnes Stevenson Mary Booth Rita Mihalovitch Esther Baehr Mildred McCorkle Class Choice Harry Corcoran Lester Klein 17 THE REFLECTOR CLASS HISTORY First Year W‘ boarded the train of knowledge in February, 1914. Many of us were doubtful as to how long the journey would continue but we hoped to arrive by February, 1918. We started out with the best of intentions, and as we were speeding along the first thing that attracted our attenion was the appearance of the Reflector. which we were informed it was our most solemn duty to support. About this time the Glee Clubs presented Pinafore,” an opera enjoyed immensely by all. Then came “The Latin Exhibit,'’ proving to us all that Latin was not a dead language after all. In order to afford some recreation the Lyceum course was established and supported faithfully by the whole school. Being at the end of the first lapse of our course and feeling rather tired, we rested a few days before starting on the second. Second Year y LL aboard! We were off on the second part of our journey. We were greatly surprised at the talent of our Dramatic Club in their presentation of “The A nut-sons.” Of, course, we were all envious of the wonderful actors. About this time some members of our class were taken into the various clubs. Irma Stumpf, Marv Booth, Agnes Stevenson and Harold Kloepfer were taken into the Glee Club. Ethel Duer was fortunate enough to make the Dramatic C lub and Leland Smith the Wranglers. Also our musical Rita became a member of the Orchestra. Fast but not least on this trip we saw The Melting Pot” which surely was a real success. Third Year rpHE whistles were blowing and we were again obliged to board the train. “Al-vie” Mills and “Eddie” Comyns became the heroes of orr class in athletics. We wouldn’t dare miss a game now lest we should fail to sec some daring feat of our heroes. A new sort of club was organized in order to democratize our girls, the Friendship Club, which claimed many of our number. Esther Baehr, Mary Booth. Edythe Daley, Ruth Lichtenstein, Rita Mihalovitch. Agnes Stevenson, Helen Porter, Katherine Lymon and Mildred Mac-Corkle joined the ranks of the Beta Sigma. The Criterion claimed Margaret Buss and Ethel Starling. Harry Corcoran was invited to join the Wranglers. Also Mildred Witham and Ethel Levine were taken into the German Club and Katherine Lymon the R. P. R. Two brilliant members of our class, Mary Booth and Ethel Duer, were taken to serve on the Reflector board. About this time we lost Miss Gilbert, our oratory teacher, who became Mrs. Dr. Bills, but we gained one whom we may call a wonder in her line of work. The Glee Clubs gave “Chimes of Normandy” in which Mary Booth, a member of our class, took a very prominent part. And then came an important event of our journey—the Shakespeare Tercentennial. Our English classes presented “Kenilworth” and Fester Klein, Mary Booth and Irma Stumpf took part. This was first presented to all the pupils and later at Wade Park where an Old English Street Fair was held. And what fun we had rummaging around in Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe and Tea Garden! One would really believe he was living with Shakespeare and not in the twentieth century. One of the last and sad recollections of this journey is the fact that we had to work until three-thirty instead of one-thirty. Fourth Year ND as we boarded the train the whistles had a sad tone, for we were nearing tbe end of our journey. The clubs again made their usual selection of members. Irma 18 THE REELECTOR Stunipf and Ruth McGuire joined the Beta Sigma. Lucille Centner and Mildred Witham were elected into the Girls’ Glee Club. Esther Baehr, Mildred MacCorklc, Ethel Oner and Marion Sellbcrg were claimed by the Dramatic Club. Dorothy Doolittle became president of the Friendship Club. A new club, the Forensic, was formed for debating, with Mr. Smith as its leader. “You Never Can Tell”, a play written by Bernard Shaw, was very satisfactorily presented by the Dramatic Club. And now we arc at the end of the journey, and, although the road has been rocky, still we have derived a great deal of good from our tour. Our commencement is about to take place. The entire affair is to be in keeping with the times. The girls will wear white middy blouses with blue collars and red ties to show their love for Uncle Sam, and the boys will Hooverize on clothes. The faculty choice for commencement speakers are Katherine Lymon, valedictorian; Mary Booth. Esther Baehr. Agnes Stevenson, Rita Mihalovitch and Mildred MacCorkle; the class choice Lester Klein and Harry Corcoran. All this preparation tends to make us realize that we will now journey forth and take our place behind the wheel in the great field of activities. Mildred Witham Agnes Stevenson. CLASS PROPHECY (Time: 1928.) THE morning sun climbed over the western hills and looked down on the glittering railroad tracks. The only thing that relieved the monotony of the scene was a bundle of rags touched with a spot of red on the top, which was huddled disconsolately on one side of the rails. It moved—it stirred. It shuffled over toward the fence to meet a similar bundle perched precariously on a fencepost. “How’s chances for a feed, pal?” murmured the first “ragabond.” The scarecrow on the post turned with a hungry glance—memories arose in his eyes as he gazed at him, then suddenly he gasped. “Ted Force!” “Leland Smith!” cried the first tramp. As Ted gained his composure he asked his companion in misery: “Leland, what hast thou done that the gods have forsaken thee?” “Had our class paid up their dues as behooved such an energetic class I would not have been here today.” He needs must choke back the tears which filled his dazzling orbs. “Let us hasten to yonder prosperous farmhouse and feed upon its bountenous store.” As they hastened thither Ted asked: “Have you seen or heard anything of our old fellow inmates at Glenville?” “Why, haven’t you heard that Rose Weitz, Sylvia Buxbaum, Helen Sillman and Laura Shapero are missionaries? Helen and Laura are in China; and while the silent Sylvia and Rose were visiting the dark interior of Africa they found Eddie Comyns, who is living as a hermit and is attempting to recover from the dreadful shock received back in '17 from being given 75 in “Chem.” “Say, doesn’t that look like Gustav Stern there pasting posters? “Why, sure enough, but what does the poster say ? Let's see! ‘Hear Harry Corcoran. the great political speaker, at the town hall—the man with the voluminous voice’, they read as they gazed awestricken at his countenance on the poster. 19 THE REELECTOR Finally arriving at the door of the farmhouse, they are met by a picturesque farmer clad in overalls and knee hoots, whom they recognize as Nelson Callahan. He is closely followed by Ruth Lichtenstein, who is going out to feed the pigs, and Lillian Whitelaw, who is carrying a milk pail preparatory to milking the retinue of cows. I.ester Kline appears in the barn door carrying a hoc and a spraying machine. After their various tasks arc completed, they sit down to a dinner prepared by Sadie Broth and Edith McLean. Looking out the window they discover coining down the dusty road a solitary figure driving a gaunt, hungrv-eycd quadruped, and down the lane comes Albert Feeler-man, the dignified mailman. He hands a large envelope to Nelson. It is from Senator Gage and Representative Wilnier Sims, telling of a raid made on the capitol by suffragettes led by Ethel Levine, Daisy Mellman and Esther Rothenberg. As a result Gage and Tims are in the Kirtz hospital attended by nurses, Inez Cole and Lu-cile Centner. The letter also tells about the wonderful deeds of the quick-witted Alva Mills, who also showed his developing presence of mind by his alert actions at high school. Down the lane and across the porch clangs William Bell delivering rose pink circulars announcing the opening of the “Kloepfer French Beauty Parlors. Just then a crash sounds across the sunlit meadows announcing a dire catastrophe. The one and only daily train has collided with the private car of the second Pavlowa —Ethel Duer. Albert Fedcrman is seen coming across the fields and fences carrying the slender, willowy figure of said lady. Closelv following her and staggering under “multitudinous” baggage comes Patrice Canfield. Behind them comes a straggling company composed of Rita Mihalovitch, her horror-stricken face bespeaking the calamity of swallowing her gum, with no possible way of replacing it. as there is no store within six miles. With her comes Katherine Lymon reading a dime novel between offers of “Life Savers” as a substitute for the irrevocably lost treasure—the gum. Next comes the famous dancing teachers, Monsieur Bartel and Madamoisclle Porter. What is this army coming? We can discern matronly forms of Mildred Mathias, Irma Melstrom, Ruth McGuire, Edith Daley followed by what appears to be a small kindergarten, but which proves to be their numerous sons and daughters. Bv this time most of the people from the farmhouse have reached the scene of action, just in time to sec Mildred MacCorkle frantically pulling from under the debris, her beloved cat and all-wise parrot, having thus far escaped the stormy shores of matrimony. Her shrieks and lamentations are unheeded bv the frivolous Audrey Dodd, who is seated on the one remaining step of the baggage car desperately flirting with the portly baggage master. The onlookers’ attention is now attracted by a motley company of barn-stormers coming down the track. As they draw near they prove to be Ethel Starling, Margaret Buss, Irene Belford. Marion Sellberg, Esther Baehr, Margaret Stewart, Mary Booth and Mildred Witham. There is a whizzing in the air and soon an aeroplane with representatives from Red Cross headquarters lands. They are Agnes Stevenson and Eunice Starbuch bringing relief to the victims of the wreck. A little later Irma Stumpf and Sam Rose arrive in a “Tin Lizzie to report the affair for the Daily Times. The End llllllllllllllllllllllll 20 THE REELECTOR REMINISCENCE 1AM about to graduate. Oh this long-looked-forward to time! At last my dreams of the last four years arc about to be fulfilled, and here I stand on the threshold—of the world. But now as I am within a few days, even as it were on the eve of graduation, my anticipation of the joys that were to be mine at this time are as yet unfulfilled. I find myself feeling rather sad and I find that I have a little achey feeling where my heart ought to be. I o think that I am leaving dear old Glcn-ville never to return again—as an inmate. Naturally we will all drift back at one time or an other, but it won’t be the same. Never again will we write “Km. 10 after our names, never again will we be requested to report at three-thirty for overlooking the all-significant fact that school begins at eight-thirty and not eight-forty-five. But then too, never again will we have to survive Mr. Townc’s Civic tests or Mr. Biddle’s Chem third degrees.” Not all of us will go to college, so for some school days arc forever over and for those there is a feeling of being suddenly thrust out into the world without any props or leaning posts. Our dear old Alma Mater will always hold a place of endearment in our hearts. It seems like an old friend from whom it is hard to part. How different arc these thoughts from those I had only a few months ago. Now as I reach the time I had thought would be so happy and joyous, when I would be free, the joys of having no French lesson to prepare, and no yellow card to take home, surely do not outweigh the sorrow of leaving for— There arc joys that will long be remembered. And friendships that never can die; So three cheers to our Alma Mater— Long Life to Glenville High!” E. Duer. FOREWORD. Dear pals, don’t be angry. If slams in here you find, We mean no harm whatever, So please keep that in mind. Another thing we ask you— To overlook mistakes, We’re not experienced editors, W’e re really only fakes. The Senior Board.” SOME SENIORS Baehr—A four-footed or irrational animal. Bel-ford—New name for the “Henry”. Bell—A hollow metallic apparatus. Booth—Space for temporary occupancy. Broth—Thin soup. Buss—A small vessel used in fishery. Cole—A plant of the cabbage genus. Corcoran—A biblical name. Gage—Something given as security. Mills—I’roduces finished products, Smith—A worker in metals. 21 Stumpf—A fixed or rooted remnant. Stevenson—A great writer. OTHERS Ted Force— Tall and thin V anity personified Neat as a pin. Irma Melstrom— Never unite Mushing cheeks “Is he cuter Eddie Comyns— Those linger-longer looks An athletic star Not fond of his books. Edythe Dalev— Out for fun Even tho Her math's not done. THE REFLECTOR Lucille Gentner— Hazel-brown eyes If she ever looked angry ’Twould be a surprise. Mildred Witham— She's always out With somebody’s son. Iceland Smith— A dandy sport A popular fellow And ready to court. Marion Selberg— Curly head Actress’ talent “Is his name Ed?” Lester Klein— For our sex fair Has that spirit of “I don’t care.” Mildred McCorkle— She’s witty ’tis true Hut the hearts she breaks Are more than a few. I REMEMBER— When Mr. Towtie assigned a short lesson. When Mr. Hazel didn’t mark cards. When Leland Smith was impolite. When Ruth McGuire wasn’t tardy. When Albert Federman didn’t have his lessons. When Lillian Whitelaw didn’t bluff. When Ted Force wasn’t at a dance. When Esther Baehr wasn’t an actress. When “Chunk” Gage didn’t have a mustache. When Wilbur Tims had his geometry. When Edythe Daley didn’t grin. When Mary Booth wasn’t a suffragette. When Harry Corcoran didn’t play football. When Lester Klein didn’t part his hair on the side. A TOAST. Here’s to our class, the II-A class, May their memory still remain. We leave the halls of Glenvillc High, But we’ll ne’er forget her name. From Freshmen we have struggled here. Thru laughter and thru tears. As Seniors now, we truly say, “We’ve enjoyed four solid years.” So here's to all the students That inhabit this old place, To each, to all. to everyone, That still must run the race. I. S. ADJECTIVES Audrey Dodd . . the strenuous girl Marion Scllberg . . . .the cute girl Ruth Lichtenstein . . . the coy girl “Teddy” Bel ford . . . the fair girl Ruth McGuire . . . the artistic girl Eunice Starbuck . . . the steady girl Esther Baehr . . . the classical girl Ethel Duer . . . the enterprising girl Agnes Stevenson . . the dignified girl Rita Mihalovitch . . . the smiling girl Mary Booth . . . the ambitious girl Mildred Witham . . . the fickle girl Katherine Lymon . . the studious girl Mildred McCorkle . . the society girl Helen Porter .... the shy girl Margaret Buss .... the tardy girl FAREWELL The sun goes down in the west, The day begins to die But through the twilight—a vision— Our dear old Glenvillc High. We see it in all its splendor In the days that used to be ours. The same dear Alma Mater, Above all else it towers. Once more we see your inmates, Once more we hear your bell, Alas—school days are over. We bid thee a sad farewell. 22 I. S. ®jje deflector Volume IV. CLEVELAND. O.. JANUARY. 1918. Number 3 Published For And By The Students Of Glenville High Paul Bixler. Business Mgr. Francis Bathrick, ’19 Mary Booth, T8 Mary Black. T9 Harrison Rose. T9 Robert Kline. T8 Editor An-Chief Elmer Ethel Duer, T8 Herbert Florence, T9 Edna Harder, T9 Roma Paehi.ke, T9 Faculty Lindseth, Advertising Mgr. Abram Kaplan, T9 Margaret McNamara, T8 Mildred Damon, T9 Mildred Evans, T9 Miss Pickard Miss Davies Mr. Beman Mr. Little All contributions must be put In the Reflector Itox. Room 8. not later than the twentieth flay of the month EDITORIAL “Live in the present, Our II-A look to the future, but Class leave the past alone.” Thus runs one of our proverts, hut it is our opinion that there will be many Glenville graduates who will prefer, for a while at least, to look back on the past. The graduating class this January contains about fifty members. Many of them have, in their four years at Glenville, been prominent in school affairs. They have helped, to the best of their ability, in the improvement of the school and. in so doing, have tried to do their part in helping to build up for our Glenville an enviable reputation. Doubtless, they are all looking forward to their entrance upon the new and, to them, mysterious ways of life with enthusiasm ; and the sorrow, which the severing of old ties causes, may, for the time, be overwhelmed by the rush of new interests. Nevertheless, in the future, they will look hack upon their high school days as the most care-free in their existence. After their graduation, the class will no longer be united, but will be broken up and its members widely scattered. There will be but one tic which will irrevocably bind them together. That tie is “our school.” It is “our school” now and will always be “our school.” And now, II-A Class, as you leave us, while we, because of our regard for you, a regard which is born of association and friendship, arc sorry to see you depart, we wish to congratulate you on your success in high school and extend to you our hearty desire that life may be good to you and that you may not forget “our school,”— Glenville. Do we ever con-Are We sider, when we feel T houghtless ? about discouraged with the way things arc going, and we can’t, to save our lives, get our lessons—do we ever consider that there arc many people about us who would be more than glad of a chance to secure the education which we think such a nuisance to acquire? Do you consider that nobody ever told us to expect a life of care-free enjoyment when we got into high school, or that we are merely laying up a store of intangible possessions, which 23 THE REFLECTOR will, if properly used, help us to reach that coveted height, called Success? The chances are that most of us never have considered these facts and yet when they are brought to our attention they cannot he consistently denied. There are people about us—people whom we meet every day—who have, by circumstances, been compelled to leave school before they have even completed their elementary education. Let us not look down upon these people because they can’t read Latin classics or do some of the mental stunts we can. They could, probably, if given the opportunities we have, be altogether as good or better than we are. They must work before they have acquired the polish of education which would help them achieve success. Remember that the education which we are now acquiring is only a means of lightening our life work later. Education might well be termed the one-way elevator to the top floor of the building of life. Let us secure as much education as we can, for upon us will rest the rebuilding, in part, of the nations now engaged in the great war. Please don’t skip over Come Across this article just as soon as you have seen the words “school spirit.’’ Those words, which we are eternally bringing to your notice, form a subiect which can never be unworthy of discussion. They stand for the thing which, in previous years, has made Glenville famous whether she had a winning team or a losing one. This year, we are sorry to say, there has not been toward athletics the spirit in the school which has. in previous years, been so dominant. We have not supported the teams as we should. We have not set apart a counle of hours and a few cents a week, with which to see the team play. Those same teams, which we are so lax about supporting, have spent about ten hours a week in practice—ten hours of hard work while you refuse to spend a couple of hours in the enjoyment of watching them plav. If members of our school had been accused of lacking school spirit a couple of years ago, there would, no doubt, have been a fight, but now, the accusation is true and there are no grounds for argument. Freshmen, you have not done the right thing by the school. You have come in here and taken the benefits of the school, but have not, in return, manifested an interest in the welfare of the school or its teams. If you could know what a good feeling it gives you in your Senior year to lie able to say that you have never missed a game since you came, you wouldn’t let anything keep you away from them. Sophomores and Juniors, you have, probably, been giving the best support in the school. You have been loyal. Keep it tip and improve on it. We’re all for you as long as you do it. Seniors, you have been giving the poorest support in the school considering the length of time you have had to learn loyalty. Your batting average for going to the games has been miserable. Try to remedy this. Let’s see you all at the games. And now, upper-classmen and underclassmen, let’s all work together to have bigger crowds in proportion to the size of our school at all school affairs than other schools have. You know how a word of encouragement brightens you up and strengthens your backbone. Support has the same effect on a team. Let’s have practically the entire school at the very next game and let’s adopt as a motto “A hundred spectators behind every man on the team.” The Reflector board Criticism is always glad to receive the thing that paves the way for progress and we are desirous that our magazine be the best school magazine in this section if possible. So, readers, please put your criticisms and suggestions in the Reflector box, the box with the mirror, in Room 8. Ethel Duer, Editor AN ADVENTURE IN COWARDICE I HAVE changed my mind; I am neither brave nor strong in the face of threatening circumstances. As in geometry —proof: Early summer saw my mother and me safely stored away in our lake shore cottage. How good it seemed to break away from school books, pavements, high shoes and table cloths ! There the grass grew untamed, and the pebbly beach shone in the morning sun. But at night this same grass was capable of ghostly rustlings and the lake was dark and still. There was only one other family of early migrators on the beach, this being several doors from our cottage. The children told cheerful tales of tramps and other suspicious characters often entering the cottages. Returning home one night from their house, I was startled by a rifle shot prob-?bl fired by some negligent hunter, hut which my imagination readily conceived as from the hands of a prowling tramp who had been infesting the railroad track. However, when I entered the cheerfully lighted living room where mother sat placidly reading, and Patsie, the feline pet of the family, purred in pensive mood, my fears were temporarily dispelled. The natural tact of human nature prompted me to pass on the stirring information I had received. But mother, though easily roused, paid scant heed to my story. After we had sat reading for some time, I found myself nodding over the magazine, perhaps because of the drizzling rain upon the roof. Alas! My lethargy was of short duration. Before ascending the stairs to bed, I went in search of Patsie. She had wandered out onto the front porch, and on approaching her, I was assailed by a low and indignant growl. My mind acting logically, I determined that she must be growling at something—and that something must be in the front yard. There the animal stood peering through the screen, tail in a ridged, bristling line, hack up. As I listened, the rhythmical spat of the rain upon the leaves and grass, the song of the night insects, served but to enhance the lurking fear in me. The atmosphere seemed divided into measures by the drip, drip, drip of the rain, and the chirping of the crickets; each interlude a period of tension, an ominous waiting. Suddenly breaking up the fearful spe'l, I snatched up Patsie and ran gasping into the living room. “Mother!” I cried in dramatic tones, “Patsie just growled at something on the front porch!” Seeing the twinkle in her 25 THE REFLECTOR eyes, I began to feel foolish over my unreasonable agitation. “Well,” I repeated indignantly, “she was growling at something ! Still inwardly shivering, I followed mother upstairs, when I heard more remarks from the irate Patsie below. “Patsie,” I summoned, sternly, “come here at once! She, interested, obeyed not. Scraping up all the courage I possessed, I dashed wildly down the stairs and up again with the recreant animal. If you growl again. I'll spank you, you naughty thing! One unacquainted with cat nature might think this terrible threat sufficient, but Patsie promptly emitted another stirring yowl into the dark area below stairs. “Mother,” I said in firm tones, we must put something over the stairway so that the person can’t get up. I must here pause long enough to advise the abandonment of this narrative in case you have never experienced the terrors which the imagination is capable of calling forth. Otherwise you are not sympathetic with my state of mind. After we had fastened a window shutter over the trap, we heaved a sigh of relief. At any rate, if the villain should attempt to climb the stairs in the dark he would whack his head soundly on the shutter, thus giving loud warning of approach. In spite of this barrier, we felt safer in the next room which could be securely locked from the inside. How very securely, we did not as yet comprehend. With many stumblings and awkward shin bumpings, we carried a small cot into this room, which heretofore had not been used for sleeping. With great perseverance we coaxed our reluctant pet from the attractive stairway into our harbor of refuge, whereupon we securely locked the door. The room was small with sloping roof and unfinished rafters, but it seemed beautiful to me because it offered comparative safety; and I never remember holding greater admiration for a door than that one which closed us in, for it was a very strong, substantial appearing door, truly a noble door, thought I. Like a true martyr I lay on the floor, with mother on the cot next me. Her hand in mine seemed the only link between myself and safety, as we lay listening to those peculiar night noises which are most noticeable when one especially wishes not to hear them. How the wind sighed in the rain-laden trees; how drearily the waves washed upon the beach! Thud! My common sense counseled, “Merely the screen door banging.” My fear suggested, “An unwary footstep! Gradually, however, drowsiness possessed me, and away I slid into the realm of unconsciousness. In total disregard of our topsy-turvy world, the sun punctually rose in his usual splendor and wakened us early. The fear of the night seemed a nightmare, yet a remnant of it haunted me. Accordingly I waited for Mother to suggest the opening of the door. “Of course,” I assented, while she proceeded confidently. (A few seconds of fumbling with the key). “It won’t open!” “Won't open?” I cried in disgust, “Well just let me try my hand at it. After many vain attempts 1 gave up. “We are locked in! I remarked brightly, revealing a great truth. “Indeed, Mother replied dryly. “We must get out, I added in explanation. “True.” “In the first place, I said, thinking of a recent movie, “is there a rope in this room? I could tie it to the bed post and slide out the window.” In the first place there is no rope, and again, in the second place, there being only a cot in the room, how can there be a bedpost ?” Although I hated to give up this daring plan, I reluctantly agreed with her argument. However.' I was ready with another proposition: “Why not tie the bed clothes together and fasten them to the doorknob ?’’ “Nothing of the sort. retorted Mother. 26 THE REFLECTOR “You’d tear the clothes—and besides, you might break your neck.” Not disheartened, I proceeded. “Then, since the key won't turn in the lock, why not use that stick in the corner as a lever?” This plan proved very disastrous for the key broke off in the lock, and we were in a worse plight than ever. “You are a nice one,” Mother contributed. I tried to rid myself of surplus wrath by kicking and banging on the door which I had recently so revered. Suddenly light dawned. The door had been stuck with dampness and would probably now open if we had only not broken the key. “I’ll bet there's a key in that purse of yours that’ll fit this lock.” At last this proved the “Open Sesame and once more we were free to roam at large. As Patsie purred contentedly we were not afraid to go below stairs. ‘‘Ha! Ha! That’s a funny pickle we got ourselves into! “We!” snorted Mother, “Who started this scare anyhow?” “It’s funny just the same.” And so it is, as I now look at it. although my self-esteem has suffered in that I have been proven a base coward in the face of imaginary danger. Frances Bath rick. THE ELOPEMENT J IMMY, aged seven years, three months and two days, was worried, terribly worried over his brother Bob. Xow it seems strange that one so young would be troubled over an adult member of his family. Bob was almost eighteen; but it is very noticeable when one’s big brother, usually so ready to tease, just sits around looking glum, and flies right up in the air, so to speak, when one addresses him. And this is the way Jimmy’s big brother had been acting for two whole days. Surely there was something the matter. And that “matter” was what Jimmy was trying to figure out. This small innocent brother had just asked some trifling question of Bob, who was busily engaged with pen and paper, and had been sent off with a Darn it! Get out o' here! Can't you see I’m busy?” Jimmy, dumb-founded at his brother’s attitude toward him, took himself meekly off to reflect on Bob’s condition. What was the matter? he asked himself over and over. Surely Bob had gotten into some dreadful scrape—perhaps he had been turned down by his girl. Jimmy knew what that was like from experience and could imagine no more serious trouble—except perhaps having to keep dressed up on Sunday or hav- ing to study arithmetic in place of playing ball. But what would he be so busy writing for if this were the trouble? He had seen no occasion for writing when the saucy little Miss Jean had snubbed him. He wandered aimlessly through the house trying to solve the mystery. He went to the library where his brother had been writing. Bob was gone, but a sheet of writing paper lay unfolded on the desk. He drew closer. Surely there would be no harm in reading what was on it. Jimmy was no sneak and would not have thought of prying into his brother’s private affairs just to satisfy his own curiosity; but he felt certain that paper had something to do with the thing that was troubling Bob. Then it was Jimmy’s duty, he reasoned, to read the note—whatever it might be—and stand ready to help his brother if the occasion required his assistance. He picked up the sheet of note paper in a trembling hand and read: Dear Frank:- I have done everything in my power to persuade the pater to allow me to have Elizabeth. He absolutely refuses—says I'm too young and all that sort of thing. I must have her right away! I can’t possibly get along without her. I’m desperate. So, my dear fellow, I am going 27 THE REE LECTOR to run away with her tonight. The pater and mater are to l;e out late tonight, so all’s well in that direction. I know you’ll stand by me, old man, so I asked you to please meet me at our garage tonight at 9:45 sharp, to talk matters over. I will Lc there waiting for you. Yours in confidence, Bob ' Jimmy's eyes wandered over this note several times before the awful truth dawned upon him. So this was what Boh had been pondering for the last two days! The terrible meaning of the words stunned him. Bob was going to elope that night with Elizabeth Somebody! Jimmy knew all about eloping for he had read one of Bob’s books that dealt with this very subject. The hero and heroine had stolen away in the dead of night and were never seen again. And this was what Bob, his big brave brother was going to do! It was terrible! A pang went through his heart at the remembrance of all the mean things he had ever said or done to Bob. Why had he torn a leaf out of Bob’s history book last Tuesday so what Bob couldn’t get his lesson, just because Jimmy had wanted to “get even with him” for not helping him with his arithmetic the day before? Oh, why had he done it! A big tear oozed out of one eye and splashed onto the desk. He realized now that he had the best brother in the world. And he was going to leave that night! Those awful words loomed up in his mind again and again. “I am going to run away with her tonight.” Jimmy lay in bed, to all appearance sleeping. but he was really listening for the clock to strike nine-thirty. The contents of that dreadful note had filled his mind all afternoon. When Bob had asked him if he would take a little note over to Frank’s house for him (Frank was Bob’s best friend), Jimmy’s voice fairly trembled as he answered in the affirmative, and he had to run out of the room before his brother would see the tears that the sight of him brought, for although Jimmy was not usually very emotional, any trouble with Bob always seemed to bring tears to the surface. He had been tempted to tear the note up and not give it to Frank at all. But he thought there would be little use in that.and. besides, Jimmy was an honest fellow and was bound to keep a promise. So he had delivered the dreadful message. But in the course of the afternoon he had decided to follow his brother as far as he could. He could at least go to the garage and hear what Bob’s plans were. So now he was only waiting for the clock to warn him that it was time to steal from the house into the dark night. Finally, out of the stillness, came one short stroke of the clock. A tiny shiver crept down Jimmy’s spine. His room was in the back of the house, with a window just over the porch. Jimmy, silent as a cat. stepped out on the porch roof, slid down a post to the porch, gave one leap and landed in the back yard. It was early June and the night was perfect. The moon was shining almost too brightly for Jimmy’s comfort. He crept along in the shadows to a window of the garage. He had broken the glass a few days ago when he batted a ball through it. He had felt dreadful about it then, for his father had said that he would have to pay for having new glass put in with his own money; but now he felt rather thankful that the accident had occurred, for that solved the mystery of getting inside. He crawled in and looked around. He barely had time to get his eyes accustomed to the darkness when he heard a step outside. It was Bob’s. He scrambled into the back of his father’s little Ford car, and crouched down on the floor, just as Bob carefully pushed open the door. Jimmy wanted to erv out when he saw Bob, and implore him not to run away, but he choked back the words and waited in silence. In a few moments he saw Frank’s tall form glide up to the door. Bob stepped outside at Frank’s low whistle, and much to Jimmy’s disappointment the two fellows stood outside just where the door hid them from view. All that came to Jimmy was a low murmur of voices. He strained his 28 THE REFLECTOR ears to catch the words but not one was audible. After what seemed hours of waiting to Jimmy, crouched down in a cramped position in the back of the car, the two culprits entered the garage. Jimmy caught his breath as Bob seated himself at the wheel and whispered an “all right” to Frank. Slowly the car began to move. The thought had never struck Jimmy that his brother would elope in their little old Ford. But now it seemed only natural that Bob and his Elizabeth should run away in an auto. People nowadays used machines for everything. Slowly the car rolled out to the street, where the noise of the engine would not be so noticable to him (Jimmy) supposedly sleeping in the house. Then Frank, who had been pushing it, went to the front of the car, gave it a crank, jumped in beside Bob, and they were off. They headed directly for the country, and were soon bumping along over a rough country road. Jimmy could stand it no longer. It would have been bad enough had Bob been running away with a girl from the city. But a country girl. This was too much! Jimmy mustered up all his courage and yelled, “Stop! The car came to a standstill so suddenly that Jimmy’s head and the back of the front seat came into violent contact. “What in the name of Jee-ru-sa-lem are you doing here? exclaimed Frank. Bob fairly raged. Jimmy spoke up bravely, still rubbing his head. His words were aimed at Bob. “Where are you going? Bob started to say something but Frank stopped him. Frank was always cooler than his friend in an emergency. “Well sir, if it will do your highness any good to know, we’re going to a ‘Booster’s’ initiation, if you know what that is.’’ Jimmy knew what that was, for he remembered hearing Bob tell of the time he was initiated into the “Boosters Society”. Then patiently Frank explained everything to Jimmy—how they were going out to a certain farm where the new members of the Club would do various stunts. Then slowly Jimmy told how he happened to be in the Ford. The whole time a question was weighing on his mind. Finally it came out in nine breathless words. Where’s Elizabeth that you was gonna rim away with?” Bob, who had been fuming with rage a second before, let out a mighty whoop. Frank roared with laughter. With that question they realized what interpretation Jimmy had given the note. “You little fool!’’ said Bob between his roars of laughter, “You’ve been riding in Elizabeth for the last half hour. Helen White. THE ANGELS “Aid me—or I die!’’ she cried— Liberty, held in the tyrant’s power— And a million brave ones, side by side, Marched toward the fatal hour! For, as each one said a last “Goodbye! A voice like a dying zephyr’s breath, In a faint and sorrowful murmuring sigh, Whispered, “ Tis to the death! ’ Then at the front, they fought and gained; And “Over the Top” the banner bore, And as the bullet about them rained, They cursed the demon “War. Now, cracked the earth from east to west, And awful horror reigned supreme; And then—divine, eternal rest!— Disturbed by ne’er a dream. But after one long, dreary night. And at the morn’s triumphant birth, Still-mortal eyes ope’d by the light, Beheld—a heaven on earth! White cots—old comrades lying there— And soothing gentleness of hands, Then each poor soldier breathed a prayer, “God bless these Angel Bands! V. Whitworth. THE REFLECTOR GEORGIA’S CURE r HAT a pity that she wasn't a boy! exclaimed Mrs. Kainc as she looked through the large living-room window at the vacant lot across the road where her tom-boy daughter. Georgia, was playing leap-frog with a crowd of the village boys. “She certainly is strong and healthy but she has become altogether too old to indulge in such rough games.” And this was only too true. Georgia was a tall, red-cheeked girl of sixteen, very boyish in appearance, but with a happy good natured-looking face. She was the idol of the village boys, in fact their leader, but the modest young ladies of her age shunned her somewhat. As Georgia tripped gayly into the house after she had grown tired of playing, she noticed that her mother appeared to be sad and thoughtful. “What’s the matter, Ma?” Mrs. Kaine looked at the overheated girl steadily and began, “Georgia, my dear, I have something important to sav to you, I----“ “For heaven’s sake, Ma, why on earth do you call me Georgia? I’m not really a girl and I sure ain't a state. From now on my name’s George, do you understand?” “Georgia,” continued her mother quietly, “do you realize that you’re sixteen now and that it’s high time that you turned over a new leaf and acted as a young lady of that age should? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself when you see other girls of your age grouped together on porches, sewing, chatting, having a wonderful time together and ----and-----sort of ignoring you ?’’ “I should worry about the girls, the dear sweet niolly-ccKkPes,” said Georeia in a sarcastic tone. “The boys are full of life and they all like me. Me for the fun whi’e I’m young , and with this she threw off her cap and sprawled herself on the living room floor to read the paper. “It’s impossible,” thought her mother, “nothing under the sun can chanee her . Rally day at the village church was approaching and that was the time when everyone attended in his best clothes. As Georgia’s outfit was becoming shabby her mother proposed that they drive to the nearest town in order to buy a fine new one for the occasion. Georgia thought that her clothes were all right but she finally consented to her mother’s suggestion. On reaching the store mother and daughter first visited the shoe department. “I want a pair of tan shoes with low heels,” answered the young lady after the clerk had asked what she could do for her. “The plainest and most boyish-looking pair you’ve got. I want ’em good an’ big, too . When the clerk, rather astonished, brought out a very ugly pair of high tan ones with extremely low heels, “Oh, those are just great,” exclaimed Georgia, “exactly what I wanted!’’ “Georgia ”, said Mrs. Kainc quietly, “you really don’t like those? “Don’t like ’em, well, why shouldn’t I ? I’ll take them, they're the very kind I wanted”, replied the girl in a good natured manner. They next visited the suit, blouse and millinery departments. Georgia chose an extremely tailored navy serge suit, a linen waist with a high collar, a boy’s tie and a very mannish-looking black hat. She ended her shopping by purchasing a swagger stick. As they were driving home, Georgia commented on her fine taste, thoroughly disgusting her mother. At last the great day came! From all over the village, people were flocking to the little church in their Sunday best. All the young ladies wore fine silk dresses, beautiful hats and shoes with wonderfully high heels. Georgia can be imagined in her outfit of which she was very, very proud. As Mrs. Kaine had been unusually busy that morning, she and her daughter did not arrive at church until after the program had begun, and as it was Rally Day, the little church was crowded and they were obliged to stand. The children of the Sunday school had an important part in the program. 30 THE REFLECTOR When the Kaines arrived, a little boy of about five years of age was saying a little piece in honor of the day. He suddenly, however, came to a difficult passage which he forgot and began to look about the church in an embarrassed manner. He suddenly caught sight of the mannish-looking Georgia, from whom he could not look away, but was forced to stare at question-ingly. He was studying her and something perplexed him. Finally he pointed his tiny finger at her and exclaimed aloud, I didn't think boys dressed up like girls but look at that one! He’s even got girl’s hair!” Georgia blushed. She felt the eyes of everyone in that church upon her. She quickly grasped her mother’s hand. “Come Mother, let’s go home. I guess what you said about that young lady stuff is true. —Dorothy Hosi.hr. THE TALE OF A SCHOOL BOOK 1AM a school book. Between the pieces of cardboard that go to make up my • cover arc lodged sundry facts and hypotheses. It is generally supposed that the information which I contain is to be assimilated and digested by my owner. It frequently happens, however, that he has severe mental dyspepsia, in which case my nutritional value is left untouched and the gray matter of my possessor undergoes various depreciative changes. One who has a disorder of this type is commonly said to have nothing between the cars. In some cases vestiges of former gray matter remain but these rapidly deteriorate into a substance resembling bone. I first made the acquaintance of my present owner on a bright, sunny autumn day. Previous to this I had been deposited upon a shelf with the many other brother and sister books and life had been uneventful. But my career began when I was taken from the shelf and deposited in the pocket of my new friend. From the very first I must confess he was not overjoyed with my presence. He did not take an active interest in me as I supposed he would. I had expected him to peruse my pages in ecstacy and wonderment. But no such thing and I gathered that he looked upon me as a necessary evil, something to be obliged to have but not to get too familiar with. As time went on. however, his attitude toward me gradually changed. I do not know whether it was voluntary or whether pressure was exerted upon him from some other source, but, nevertheless, instead of being thrown into corners and forgotten. I was gradually pressed into service. Sometimes he wrinkled his brow and glared at me in the street car. sometimes at home, sometimes it was just before school. But there was one particular part of every day that he condescended to notice me. This was at lunch time. I often wondered why he devoted five minutes to me at this time. It was such a short time and I could not see how it was possible to learn much with a mouth full of pie and an ear full of someone's chatter. Probably it was to find out how much he did not know. But I suppose those five minutes meant a lot to him because the next hour was mine and together we would go to class and he would say some things that were in me, and a good many that were not and stand a poor show of ever being in any other book. One thing that always made me angry was the way he used to make faces at me when he studied. If I had only been a camera instead of a book this would be a “movie” instead of a case of mispelled words and unbalanced sentences. First he would assume an expression of deep thought: his evebrows would come together and his forehead would wrinkle. This would be followed by an expression half disgust, half anxietv. During this second stage he would emit sighs that would stir the soul of a Shylock to compassion. After this, followed the period of complete disgust, 31 THE REFLECTOR which finally ended by his throwing me into a corner and walking off mumbling something about the value of an “x”. Once he sat up with me half the night. He sat there pondering over me hour after hour. He passed his hand through his hair repeatedly, and the groans and sighs were worse than ever. This session was finally brought to an end by his writing a lot of equations in minute figures on a card and depositing it safely in his vest pocket. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why this procedure was necessary, since all the needed equations were contained within my substance. Hut that is a matter too intricate for books to know. After this his interest in me waned. I suppose he had gleaned enough knowledge from me to satisfy his requirements. His last act toward me was to place me again on a shelf with numerous other books. There I am today and no one turns my torn pages. Xo one seems to care about the value of “x’ My old master has other books and other studies, so 1 am left alone and forgotten. Possibly I may never again be opened but there will come a time as there does in everyone’s life when my former friend will look back again to the days when he carried me to and from school. Then he will appreciate and understand the pleasure and happiness that 1 brought and will recollect the joys of his school days. I. S. PANTS 'C'W T HEN Jimmy opened his eyes the bright morning sunshine was streaming thru the windows. He rubbed his eyes and looked sleepily about him. Then as the realization slowly dawned upon him, he grinned a proud self-satisfied grin. Yes, it had come at last. He was six! Quickly he hopped out of bed and raced into the den where they hung. The most treasured of all possessions, the one thing in all the world that he had longed for for weeks—yes, even months—whose wearing he had anticipated—his new wool trousers ! Xo more silly girlish wash suits for him, he was now “an almost man” privileged to wear wool suits and shirts! Of course, the trousers weren’t long but then ----- Jimmy’s eyes popped. What would the fellows say? What would Betty Lou, the pride of his heart, say when he marched boldly into the first grade room under the fire of many envious eyes? What would Miss McLane, his teacher, say when she saw him? It seemed that it took Mother much longer than usual to finish the much hated job of scrubbing his face, neck and ears, but Jimmy bore all bravely as a six-year-old “almost man’’ should. The clock fairly crept around to the time for starting, but at last he was off, proudly wearing the treasured suit. It was a very self conscious little boy who entered Miss McLane’s first reader class a few minutes later. Twenty-four pairs of eyes were turned upon him, twenty-four “ohs” greeted him as Jimmy marched proudly to his scat and sat down with manly dignity. Things went wrong, however, in the spelling class, he spelled cat, “d-o-g , and persisted in getting the feline and canine so mixed up that at last Miss McLane, who knew only too well what was the matter, remarked “Evidently, Jimmy, you’re a trifle puzzled today’’. Oh! it was all so wonderful. The boys eyed him so enviously, while the girls looked at him with admiring glances and giggled. Noon came only too quickly for Jimmy, who was enjoying this unusual popularity very much. As the children lined up to march out, Betty Lou edged over nearer to him and whispered, “Jimmy, you look awful nice and you can be my pardner if you wish.’’ Jimmy beamed. The height of his ambition was reached. 32 Helen Fye. THE REELECTOR DAD’S BUG “Well! Well! announced Father Adams to the family at the dinner table one evening, i bought a machine today.” “Oh, George, sighed his wife. “Jimminy crickets!” echoed Tom, aged five. “Golly Neds, chorused the two oldest of the family—Hazel, eighteen, and Carl, seventeen. Here’s where I drive it! “Don’t kid yourself, Haz,” sounded Carl. I’m the only one in this family even to be thought of, where driving is concerned !” What would you know about driving a machine?” roared Hazel, when you’re the dumbest in the class?” And thus they argued, throwing slam after slam at each other until finally dad told them that it was up to them as to who should drive the machine. The one who helped the most and was best behaved would be the lucky one. This proved an O. K. suggestion. No sooner was school over than Carl was home—no task was too severe for him; he really liked to help mother with the dishes or to run errands for her. It was a miracle how the boy had changed since dad had made his announcement. Not less was Hazel showing herself to advantage. Date after date was broken. She just loved to stay home in the evening with mother and knit. One reejuest she made was that she be allowed to use tb s machine on Saturdays and father had mest heartily consented. Days passed and Hazel had been promised the use of the machine on Saturdays, and Carl the use of it on afternoons and evenings if he wished. The machine was to come on the following Monday—all were anxious. The young folks stayed home from school, they were so excited, and when it actually was in sight, Carl was waiting on the door-step. Father was driving it down the street. It was a self-starting, ball-bearing, gear-driven, four-speed, air-cooled, puncture-proof-tired, rotary-action lawn-mowing machine. All expressions changed. The effect was not what was anticipated; disappointment was seen on all faces and the family again subsided into the usual daily routine. Florence E. Flynt. I-A. VAIN HOPES I wonder if I’ll ever sec The far-off globe of Mars, Or even journey through the air To the distant-twinkling stars. I’d like to talk and visit with The folks of Mercury, Although the scientists have said That that could never be. I’d like to travel all around The bright and shining moon. And if these things should ever come. I hope that they come soon. Although there’s no use longing for These challenges to fate. I’ll keep my hopes and spirits up, E’en though I have to wait. D. Fairbairn. 33 THE REFLECTOR EAST-GLENVILLE DEBATE In a few years all of us will probably be able to recollect that back in January, 1918, our debating team won its first debate of the season, East High, being the victim; but all of us will not be able to remember the question discussed, the GlenviHe lineup and Glenville’s strong arguments. Since this is the Commencement Issue of the Reflector. it is a good place to have a written account of the debate, so that in future years we’ll be able to bring back memories and thoughts of the night when the Black and Red debated East High, our keen rival, to a memorable defeat. The team that downed the East High aggregation was composed of Henry Hertz, leader; Grant Apthorp. Milton Glick, and Paul Harmel, alternate. This is the youngest debating team that ever represented any local high school in the history of intersco-lastic debating. All of its members are only sixteen years old. East High lined up with a team two or three years older than ours. Their debaters were Donald Harbaugh, leader, Lyman King, W heeler Lovell, and Russel Xall, alternate. The question debated was a very live and modern one. It read: Resolved: That in time of war the labor of all industries engaged on government contrcets should be conscriptedThe question was submitted by East, and our team chose to uphold the negative side of the argument. The debate took place at the East High auditorium, and our Mr. Crabbe presided. After a brief explanation of the purpose of the debate and after the judges were duly instructed, the chairman announced the question and the debaters of both schools. The debate was actually begun by Donald Harbaugh. the leader of the East High team. Harbaugh pictured our various labor conditions as in dire need of reform, and, to use his own words, “endeavored to prove conscription of labor theoretically right.” He was allowed fifteen minutes; he spoke only about thirteen. Glenville’s main argument was opened by Henry Hertz. Being allowed only ten minutes, Hertz chose to show that conscription of labor was only advocated by those who are affected by a national hysteria, which he described. By comparing conscription with a scientific conservation of walnuts and a complete elimination of toothpicks, Hertz drew the only laugh of the debate. After reading quotations of eminent labor authorities, he proved that East High's proposal was entirely uncalled for. Lyman King then advanced the case of the affirmative by insisting for twelve and one-half minutes that the United States is facing an acute shortage of labor, and that this scarcity can be overcome only by the immediate adoption of conscription of labor. King’s stage presence was very good and his voice was pleasing and convincing. Grant Apthorp, our only veteran, was Glenville’s next speaker, and judging from the opinion of the audience, he was some second speaker and nothing short of a clever, convincing orator. In a very interesting manner Grant convinced the entire audience that conscription of labor would revolutionize labor conditions, in that it would rob our workers of those safeguards which were obtainable only after a hard, uphill struggle for industrial freedom. He emphasized time and again that conscription would thwart its very purpose, namely, a speedier production of war essentials, because our aliens, who make up forty per cent, of all labor on government contracts, would be thrown out of employment if conscription should be adopted. Apthorp surely did use his twelve and one-half minutes to a very good advantage. The affirmative’s main argument was concluded by Wheeler Lovell. East’s third speaker. The first part of his speach was devoted to an elaborate explanation of how conscription would solve our strike problem. In the last part Lovell summarized the arguments brought out by his colleagues and himself, and in a very dramatic way 34 THE REFLECTOR rested East High's case. Mr. Crabbe introduced Milton Click as the third speaker for the negative, (dick began his speech with a very brief summary of what Hertz and Apthorp had already proven. He next showed that our national department of labor has now in successful operation adequate facilities that are accomplishing the same results that conscription would, and that all this was being done without causing any dissatisfaction between labor and capital. In other words, he further advanced Hertz’s argument that conscription was not necessary. Although our debating coach and our team had vigorously objected to the old-fashioned one-man rebuttal, we were compelled to accept that form because East High was our host and it was only a matter of courtesy that we, as guests,,should act in compliance with its request. In our next debate, however, which will be against Lincoln at Glenville, we expect there will be the three-man rebuttal, which is more in accord with purpose of debating, since it gives all of the speakers an opportunity to show their ability to refute the arguments of the opposition. The rebuttal was opened by Hertz, who was allowed fifteen minutes to pick out the defects in East High’s constructive argument. Harbaugh took the rebuttal for East, and the debate came to a close with Harbaugh in the middle of a concluding sentence. The decision of the judges was divided, giving Glenville a 2-1 decision over the Blue and Gold. Here is how the judges voted: Ex-Judge Beacom, in favor of East: Attorney Alburn, in favor of Glenville, and Attorney Siddal in favor of Glenville. The alternates on both teams, although not taking an active part in the debate, deserve great praise for their work towards making the rebuttals interesting. Paul Har-mel served the Glenville team very faithfully as alternate, and his contributions to the team at its various meetings proved very valuable. Harmcl also did some fine work from the business end of the debate. With the help of Harold Grossman, he inaugurated a novel system of home-room advertising. which was successful on account of its originality. This victory puts Glenville virtually in the lead of the Interscholastic Debating League. Lincoln High is tied for first honors with Glenville, but our team is looking for a victory over Lincoln in March and such a victory will give us the lead over the other schools. RED CROSS WORK Relief for the distressed and needy, J£ver keeping others in mind, £)oes constitute real humanity. (Jare for the sick and helpless. ’Rousing one’s sympathy O er the misery of others, gends a thrill to one’s heart, and Saf sfies one’s better nature. Willingness °f self-sacrifice for Old and young alike. Relieves an anxious mind over the Knocks of an unkind fate. Sylvia Bixbaum. 35 Margaret McNamara, Editor Probably there wasn’t one of us here in school who realized all the latent talent in our midst. But the recent rhetorical programs have made each and everyone of us sit up and take closer notice of our neighbor. We can never tell whether or not we may be next to a Melba or a Maude Adams; for we certainly seem to have some rising young geniuses among us. We are very often inclined to judge lightly of a production. So few of us stop to take into consideration the time and energy expended both by the coach and the actors for a fit presentation. In the matter of the several plays and sketches which have been given, they have often been more arduous than anyone can imagine. At the last minute when everyone and everything is all set, some unexpected event has taken place. ‘This is clearly illustrated by our last rhetorical program on Friday, December 21. To have our building plunged into darkness is certainly most unusual, and without the aid of electricity, the program could never have been carried out; but after a good deal of exertion on the part of Miss Kelly and Mr. Allyn, who came to the rescue with his electrical apparatus, everything turned out successfully. From the ease with which the program passed off, no one could have possibly guessed the difficulties endured. So without a doubt there are some who never even knew anything went wrong. So cool-headed in emergencies is Miss Kelly, that the expression, “Leave it to Miss Kelly, is becoming a by-word. Miss Kelly is of the “do or die type; with her there is no half-way— either a thing must be done and done well, or else it’s not worth doing at all. This may be noticed in all her work. Some very fine programs, instructive as well as amusing, have teen given under her able guidance. The oratory classes have taken an excellent spurt, as she makes them so interesting. All praise be to Miss Kelly, and through the medium of this department may she know that the students are realizing her tireless energy more and more, and will heartily support her in whatever she may undertake. Then there is the music department. Under the guidance of Mr. Davis it has been greatly roused. The praises of the program given Friday, December 14. have already been sung far and wide, yet it deserves even greater commendation. We have often heard various sounds issuing from the auditorium, while the Glee Clubs and Orchestra were practising, but we were really surprised at the fine showing made at the recent program. It was one of the most enjoyable presented so far this year, even Mr. Davis himself doing his bit.” The songs were all well chosen and exceedingly well given. The individual talent which has been developed is really astonishing. Mr. Davis’ idea of elective music classes has been most successful. There was great wisdom shown in the THE REFLECTOR choice of songs, too; one of nearly every type being given. The music by the Orchestra, with its thrilling patriotism, gave just the right touch. Taken all in all, it was a top-notch program, and we are all anxious for more. Mr. Davis has certainly proven himself to be a most valuable addition to the school. WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 12. The 9°, Miss Westlake's I-C English classes, presented to the entire Sophomore class, scenes from “The Talc of Two Cities and “Silas Marner. In spite of the fact that the actors were badly subject to stage fright, everything went off well. It was too bad that admission was by ticket only, as some of us were quite anxious to be observers also. Following is the program: A Domestic Scene Mrs. Cruncher .... Nida Glick Jerry Cruncher . . Joseph Stocker Mr. Cruncher . . John J. Brown The Knitting Done Miss Pross .... Nida Glick Mme. Defarge . .. Violet Barney Mr. Cruncher . . . John Brown Afternoon Tea at the “Red House Nancy Cass . . Ruth Nottingham Priscilla Lamtncter . . Eleanor Dennis Dolly IVinthrop . Florence Muehlhauesler Mrs. Macey . . Elizalieth Bartholomew Miss Ladbrook . . . Jeanette Buss Mrs. Kimble . . . Nathalie Turcotte Mrs. Osgood . . . Lucie Leislier Miss Gunn . . . Aileen Krichbaum A Visit at Marner's Cottage Silas Marner . . Florence McMillan Eppie..................Ruth Zroemer Nancy Cass . . . Ruth Nottingham Mr. Godfrey Cass . . Rose Ostermeyer Those who took pait, wish to thank Miss Westlake for the time which she spent aiding them. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 14. The annual basketball game between the Varsity and Alumni took place. For a detailed account see the sport department. Athletic Association buttons were given out af the game. In the evening, Miss Edith Coburn Xoyes gave an excellent entertainment; it was the third number of the Entertainment Course. MONDAY, DECEMBER 17. Some new jewelry will be sported around school soon. The reason—the Junior Art classes begin to show their ability as amateur jewelers. FRIDAY, DECEMBER 21. The fine rhetorical program already spoken about was given. The program was: “The Price of Orchids Errand Boy .... Paul Harmel Office Girl .... Esther Baehr Florist...................Myron Weis Customer .... Herbert Florence The Bachelor .... Lloyd Taylor Old Maid .... Marion Scllberg And oh! “Ain’t it a grand and glorius feelin’ to have vacation stretching ahead of you? t% r i - WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 2. It's might good to get into the harness again. Most of us look all in. I guess some have been hitting the high spots. iff! 5 . O' THURSDAY, JANUARY 3. The first rally is held for the basketball game on Friday evening. January 4. How we look forward to this season! Isn’t it too bad about the ineligibility of “our center, though? 37 THE REFLECTOR FRIDAY, JANUARY 4. Yesterday and today the Junior English exhibit has been going on in Rooms 21, 22, 26, and the library. The pupils of these classes and their respective teachers certainly worked hard, but the results arc worth their efforts. WEDNESDAY, JAN. 9. Inter-class games begin. The Seniors have quite a team—so they think. FRIDAY, JAN. 11. Second team plays Shaw seconds and walks off with a victory. The varsity and Oberlin High hitch up and we win to nearly everyone’s surprise. Aren’t the varsity a snappy bunch, though ? Even though they are small, they have plenty of “pep”. MONDAY, JAN. 14. The II A’s have their class night exercises in the afternoon. It was said that some returned to their infancy for a time. Then they went down to the gym and danced. WEDNESDAY, JAN. 16. A I-A, II-A meeting is held at 8:30 for the banquet mainly; several other subjects were also mentioned. We hope the boys will have overcome their shyness by Thursday evening. Jan. 31. More inter—class games, consequently more fun. THURSDAY, JAN 17. The last regular session day of the term. Are we really as glad as we seem though ? FRIDAY, JAN. 18. Tests begin. Nuf sed ! THE BURSTING OF THE BOMBS The bursting of the bombs had ceased, The night was drawing nigh, When suddenly there came a shell Out of the clear blue sky. It struck nearby; we breathed a prayer, And when the dust had cleared, More comrades gone, more hearts forlorn— These heroes no one cheered. I wandered off away from camp Only to be alone. My mind was busy, one’s always is When they die without a groan. Dusk had gathered, deep and black, The air was thick with smoke. Night now seemed to ho er over. Shielding us as with her cloak; Then suddenly the moon peeped shyly out Ghastly she seemed to me. She shed her pale and sickening light O’er wasted land and sea. I wandered on until I came To the edge of No Man’s Land. I tried to look but my eyes grew dim, And I could hardly stand. I cannot tell how long I was, Trembling in every vein, When suddenly I saw an arm, Shapeless and torn with pain. And as I picked it up, I saw Clutched in fingers tight Something commonplace, yet queer, A paper stiff and white. On the one side was a picture A lady old and gray; On the other were the simple words “Died on the first of May.” Below was written in a hand more bold: “Mother, I’m coming home.” He had, poor boy, as others do, To mothers who are alone. Audrey Dodd. ?8 Mary Booth, Editor BETA SIGMA. Dearest “Big-Soldier-Brother” Jack:- I simply can’t postpone my promised description of the Beta Sigma. No, it’s not the latest movie or song, but a very delightful girls' club. Of course, we have perfectly lovely times—you’d naturally expect that. When I joined they gave me such a jolly welcome, and our initiation party was quite the most thrilling of any I've ever attended. But besides all this, I want you to realize our extreme usefulness. Why, in a few minutes you’ll feel mighty cheap, just strutting around all day in a khaki uniform, as compared to the way in which we’re sacrificing our young selves. In the first place, nearly every body knits wildly Monday afternoon at our meetings, while Miss Orbison, our leader (whom we all admire and love and who is simply the backbone of the club in every way) reads the most interesting (though instructive) plays and stories. Those who have no knitting usually hem Red Cross handkerchiefs that arc passed out. two or three to a girl. Believe me, Jack, I earnestly hope you never get hold of one I hemmed, although most of them did look quite nice. Also some Monday evenings, a few of the girls go to the Bratenahl headquarters to roll bandages, etc. Oh ! yes, some of us marched in the Red Cross parade too. But grandest of all we joined the Red Cross in a body! We certainly were proud of our service flag in the hall with thirty-eight little red crosses in the forin of the Greek letters “B.-S.” Why, we are all so patriotic and anxious to conserve that we are even considering giving up our annual reunion banquet. About this time of the year we begin to think of those that are about to leave us. This time we lose twelve through graduation, Esther Baehr, Edith Daley, Mildred MacCorkle, Rita Mihalovitch, and Agnes Stevenson, our dignified (?) officers, as well as Mary Booth, Katherine Lymon, Ruth McGuire, Helen Porter, Ruth Lichtenstein, Eunice Starhuck, and Irma Stumpf. Jack, the spirit in this bunch is something marvelous. They all make play out of hard work and a wasted moment is an unknown quantity to them. I’ll have to say “adieu” now. Ciive my disrespects to the Kaiser when you meet him “somewhere in Berlin.” Your loving hut dignified. Beta Sigma Sister. P. S. I’ll write you all the details of our next spread. WRANGLERS. As the end of the term draws nearer, every student begins to think of the many good times they have had during the semester. Among these, the Wranglers will recall the many happy and instructive hours they have spent at their weekly meetings. We have had many programs, good ones too. which have been of real value to all of us. Everybody started the term with the right spirit and showed some real ’’pep” 39 THE REFLECTOR which had been somewhat lacking the previous semester. We started by contributing to a nationwide campaign for the purpose of buying books to stock the libraries which Carnegie had promised to build at the various army cantonments. Since we have obtained a number of real live wires among the new Wranglers, we feel assured of the success of our club for some time to come. FRENCH CLUB. Since the study of French has been taken up so extensively by the students of Glen-ville, there has been felt a great need of a French Club, where one might put this language into practical use. Therefore, Mr. I.ensner has chosen a committee of students from each of the French classes. These committees have met and have organized a club which will meet with the approval of those studying French. Mr. I.ensner backs and favors a French Club and is sure of its success. The Program calls for monthly meetings at present until this club is fully organized. This club will be called “I.e Ccrcle Fran-qais.” RES PUBLIC A ROMAN A What’s the best club in Glenville this year? Now, all together—the Res Publica Romana! You should have been at our celebration of the Saturnalia, the Roman equivalent to our Christmas. That was some affair. Everyone received a most priceless and marvelous gift of great usefulness. They were mostly of the same character, a very juvenile one, maybe because of the members, maybe because of the prevailing H. C. of L. At any rate, they became useful ultimately because they were given to the Associated Charities and thus could make some little heart glad. Now, as to regular “high-brow stuff.” we’ve been “all there” in that line, too. At one meeting we were informed about the immortal Horace, at another we had to translate a most famous poem. “Johannes atque Gillia.” We even learned a Latin song and undoubtedly the few poor mortals who might have overheard us were shocked beyond repair at the sweetness of our voices and the pureness of our accent. Indeed, this is the Augustine Age of the R. P. R.. And last but not least, we have had a Latin play which proved to the more fortunate members who did not participate that the performers had true histrionic ability. The cast deserves note because of its remarkable results. It is as follows: Orb Hi us, a school master. Grant Ap-thorp. His pupils—Five impudent girls: Scxta, Katherine Lymon. Quinta, Agnes Dougherty. Slarca (an enquiring individual), Mirhm Kohn. Sen ions (the tardy one), Gustav Stern. Gains (the learned one), George Behner. Marius (the dunce), Charles Farrell. CRITERION. “The teams of Glenville High, in order to make any progress, must have the support of all the student body,” so saith our enthusiastic cheer leader. Just to show that the girls of the Criterion Society in our school appreciate the efforts made by our warriors and new coach, Mr. Monahan, during the entire football season, we have honored them with a banquet in tlu lunchroom, Friday evening, December 7, 1917. The tables were patriotically decorated in red, white and blue. After the feast we all scrambled to the gym. And if you don’t believe it was a feast, just ask one of the heroes who was there, and he'll tell you. Here Miss Edwards and Miss Davies tried their skill at auctioneering, while one by one the girls bid extravagantly. Probably the fellows themselves would not have estimated their value so highly. But as in the case with all luxuries in war time, we had to pay the price. The greater part of the evening was spent in dancing, and it all proved to be one grand success. “But is all your time spent so frivolously?” you may ask. No, indeed, we have not 40 THE REFLECTOR only completed our bandages for the Red Cross, but have also found time to cheer many a needy family in our own city. Thus you can well see that, at the same time, we try to live up to our name, and do all we can to benefit others. President—.Margaret McNamara. Vice-Preident—Susan McKenzie. Secretary—Helen Lehr. Treasurer—Margaret Buss. Corresponding Secretary—Juanita Kelly. Critic—Helen Feil. Members—Beatrice Andrews, Frances Bathrick, Elizalfeth Browning, Mary Coughlin. Edith Cocklcy, Mildred Damon, Eleanor Emerich. Emma Forman, Margaret Freeman, Kathryn Green, Nina Gunn, Florence Kcllam. Helen McMorris, Roma Paehlke, Pearl Robinson, Dorothy Smith, Ethel Starling. Margaret Tobin, Eleanor West, Ruth Ewing. FORENSIC CLUB Forensic boys have been working hard to get on the first and second debating teams. Hertz, Glick, Harmel and Apthorp have been the lucky ones. Three of these boys are members of the Forensic while the fourth is an ex-member, so that the whole first team is practically a Forensic team which shall represent Glenville to the best of its ability. Rivitz, Wheelock and Stocker landed second-team berths. These boys are all Forensic fellows. The fact that seven out of eight fellows on the debating teams are Forensic men shows that the Forensic is fulfilling its purpose as a literary and debating society. The last few meetings of the Forensic club have been mainly business. One of the important facts of these meetings is that we voted five dollars for something for the soldiers. The committee reported that fifty packages of Camels have been sent. There are some boys in school, we are sure, who envy these soldier boys because Camels arc quite popular. Nothing else of great moment has taken place, but we are making plans to do a few things this year that will awaken some pupils to the fact that there is a live club in school and that that club is the Forensic. ORCHESTRA The Orchestra is rapidly progressing as may be inferred from the part it played in the concert given by the two Glee Clubs and the Orchestra. Every member seems to be doing his very best to bring it to a higher degree of perfection than ever before. Mr. Davis has convinced every one that he surely meant business when lie undertook the directing of the Orchestra. The Orchestra is rapidly progressing with its commencement music and promises to do its best to the end that the January, 1918, graduation may be a great success. W e have received many new members who play instruments which arc necessary in a good orchestra, but which are generally lacking in high school orchestras. This means that the Orchestra will make a fine showing at graduation. Although the Orchestra seems to be at its best now, it has some distance to go before it will be perfect and the prediction is that it will be even better next term than it is now. GERMAN CLUB The German Club, bubbling over with enthusiasm, began and ended this term with the word “Success” as its motto. Every one of its members was determined to make the club one of the leading factors in the school. Early in the term a committee was appointed to take care of programs and entertainments. Every program was a success; there were stories, jokes, riddles, spell-downs, and a puppet play. We, the German club, feel that a great deal of this enthusiasm and success is due to the splendid leadership of our beloved Mrs. Bowerfind. FRIENDSHIP. Clickcty ! click ! click ! Yes, we are still knitting away for the soldiers “somewhere in France,” and our service chairman is kept busy making trips to Red Cross head- 41 THE REFLECTOR quarters in order to keep us supplied with wool. Do you remember the good times you had last year at our fairs? Of course you do. Well, there's to fce another some day in the near future, so begin to save your pennies! DRAMATIC CLUB. Our first bit of work to be witnessed by the school, namely “The Price Of Orchids , seems to have been quite a success. The cast was as follows: Maud....................Esther Baehr Miss Wells . . . Marian Sellberg Mr. Slovsky .... Myron Weis Henry.....................Paul Harmel A Young Man . . . Herbert Florence Mr. Jackson .... Lloyd Taylor Miss Kelly has been holding several modes of tryouts at recent meetings. These, and training the facial and voice expression, have constituted, for the main part, the meetings so far. We hate to think that the coming commencement will soon deprive us of some of our most talented members. GIRLS GLEE CLUB. This term the Girls' Glee Club has enjoyed very much. We have been under the guidance of Mr. Davis, whose wit and musical ability are making the club a “success. j This graduation will claim many members. They are Mary Booth. Agnes Stevenson, Irma Stumpf, Mildred Witham, and Lucille Gentner. So girls who love music, try out this next term. THE BOYS IN KHAKI The land is scarred and burning there, And the bullets are always humming. But the fife sounds through the frosty air, And the boys in khaki arc coming. Over the hilltop they’re coming now, With the Stars and Stripes they’re running. Oh, the confident Huns are in for a row, For the boys in khaki are coming. Can’t you hear them coming ten thousand strong. And hear their cheering, their drumming? They're marching to right humanity’s wrong. Oh the boys in khaki are coming. With faces all wreathed in bright sunny smiles, They’re eager to fight 'gainst the Hun. They’ve marched and sung for many miles. Now the boys in khaki have come. “They’ve come! They’ve come!’’ the French will say. Off to the trenches they’ll be running. And over the top they’ll lead the way— For the ranks of khaki that arc coming. Mildred MacCorkle. 42 That “good things come in small packages” we are convinced, by this one girl. She’s a little hunch of life and energy, except when she’s been out late the night before; this is of quite frequent occurrence lately, and it is becoming an ordinary sight to see her yawn widely in class. A lot of people around school think she never goes out, but a good time is her middle name. She’s awfully clever and quite an actress. At a recent rhetorical program she exhibited a passionate fondness for an article of food which is quite a luxury these days. Can this be the cause of her extreme slenderness? She’s official ‘‘writer-up” of Beta Sigma doings, and this accounts for their humorous trend. She has some say in class affairs too, and last, but not least, is a talented member of the Dramatic Club. I'm sure you’ve seen her ambling slowly in the direction of Room 10. ? ? ? Do you know him? Sure you do, everybody does! One very prominent feature is a bright and shining “headlight” parted in the middle! Straight? Oh! yes! and so is the wearer. He has blue eyes and, of course, he has freckles! Does he dance? You said something! Why “dance” is his middle name, spelled in capital letters too. But he’s like some others of our gallant (?) crew—he’s very particular with whom he participates in this genteel sport. Yes, he's quite tall. You bet he does dress well. You know he has what you might call a “tailored look”! He’s a regular attendant at Hi Y, and you ought to see him eat, too. One doesn’t see him smile very often, but when he does—oh my!—what a treat! I won- der why he doesn’t do it oftencr? W’hat do you know about it? This young man is doing all in his power to acquire his walking papers in February. Isn't that a shame? This same young man has a coi sin who graduated from G. H. S. in June, 17, who was very popular and quite prominent. Some people have mistaken them at times, but the same error is never committed twice. One more thing—there's some joke about him and the football camp: those who have inside dope on the matter shake their heads and laugh mysteriously, and make us wish we were in on it too. ? ? ? To use a time-worn slang phrase, “He’s full of the dickens.” There's something in his sparkling brown eyes which makes an irresistible appeal; they just seem to be bubbling over with mischief. He can cut more capers in a couple of minutes than anyone else can in a couple of hours. He's quite small, but what he lacks in size, he makes up in liveliness. He’s slippery as an eel. You think you have him, and then lie’s gone. His gameness in football contests was often remarked upon during the past season. Last year he was fine in basketball, but as lie’s another one who goes out in February, he isn't on the team this year. Although soon “out of sight he won't be “out of mind,” and v e hope he’ll come l ack often to see us. He can generally be found in that famous rendezvous, Room 12, with the rest of the crowd. Quite often you hear the remark, “Hasn't he the cutest smile ?” And it’s true. Oh. yes! lie's learning to dance or rather lie has learned! He and a friend of his began in the fall, 43 THE REFLECTOR and now he’s quite an adept. Now you know him, don't you? He has a real cute young brother here at school too. ? ? ? ‘Who is she?” Isn't she pretty?” She’d make a wonderful movie actress, wouldn’t she?” “Didn’t she play the Goddess of Liberty in a play sometime ago?’’ These arc a few of the comments that were heard after the Christmas play. Yes, she is a handsome girl, and talk about dramatic ability—she is the best actress in the school. When one sees her about the halls, she is very demure and quiet. She is an officer in the II-A Class and holds the foremost position in Beta Sigma and is loved by all the members of that organization (and some others too). Of course, she is in the Dramatic Club. She is a little above medium in height and has dark hair and gray eyes. She isn’t what one might call a “grind, but she has attained first class marks and is third highest in the class. There she is now at the door of room 10, bestowing her sweet smile upon one of her devotees. Ah! she has gone now, but of course, you know by this time who she is. ? ? ? He dresses well and always looks nifty. Rut he seemed to appear best in his football togs. It’s too bad he can’t wear such a suit all the time; he won’t get a chance at the basketball uniforms, cither, because he graduates in February. He’s awfully tall and broad-shouldered and with one exception, lie was the huskiest fellow on the team. He has black hair parted on the side (As yet he hasn’t .adopted the parted-in-thc-middle style affected by his two special friends). His eyes are quite large and—green; these, however, do not affect his disposition at all as he seems very good-natured. Added to all this he has an excellent profile. Oh! he’s real good-looking! He's an officer of his class and quite a popular all-around fellow. We’ll miss him when he goes all right. If you should happen not to know him. he can easily be found with one of the two “inseparables.” . You ought to see him preside at class meetings. He stands there solemn as a judge, awaiting the opinions of his subjects. It wouldn’t seem as though he could command attention, but he can. Likewise in the Wranglers he holds prominent office, for after the president, he comes first; lie’s an officer of Hi-Y too. He was a first string man of the football season, and played every game but the last, and then he had a sore foot. He’s rather heavy set, and of course, has that precious part in the middle of his hair; in this respect he follows in the footsteps of his “captain.” Rut then they arc always trailing each other; if there are any “trick jokes” being played, you may be sure one thought of it and the other one did it. They’re quite a team. 'The one in question is quite witty, not boisterously so; rather, he may better be called a dry wit.” Oh, yes! we nearly forgot something, but will just whisper it, for lie’s bashful—lie’s some poet! If you never heard any of his clever rhymes, you certainly are the loser. ? ? ? This is almost too much for our humble pen to attempt, but we’ll try. The subject chosen is really too much of an Apollo to try to describe. We can’t imagine how such a perfect being was made. You know those men of “Arrow7 Collar fame? Well, he somewhat resembles them. This is about the best idea we can give you of his exceptional good looks. He has large expressive eyes and very long lashes. Here we stop, incapable of finding words to express our thoughts. Neatness is one of his most prominent qualities. He’s the moneyed man of the II-A class, and they say he certainly can extract the dues. He’s an officer of the Wranglers, too. His dancing is very good but lie’s awfully particular as to who his partner is. That’s why he doesn’t dance very much at class parties. You ought to see him jazz. He’s always ready with a retort, and very often they are mighty sarcastic, altlio’ lie says he doesn’t mean them as such. You have to watch your step with this young man. so look out. 44 Harrison Rose, Editor. GLENVILLE BASKETBALL TEAM BASKETBALL season is now here and by the time this issue of the Reflector is published, it will have been well under way. Therefore, let us take a glimpse of this year’s team. To begin with, no varsity basketball “G” has ever adorned the person of any member of our present varsity. That means that Glenville has no letter men back from last year. That, to be sure, is one of the difficulties confronting Coach Biddle, but he is not worrying much on that account as he certainly has plenty of material to pick from. His varsity is composed of last year’s second team, which all of us remember as some classy organization. This year’s varsity is composed of Whit-mer, Kline, Kadow, and York, forwards: Losego, center; and Parker, Eormato and Jenks, guards. Owing to the ineligibility of Andrus, Losego was shifted from forward to center, leaving Kadow as emergency center. The regular forwards are fast, have good team-work, but so far have failed to show much accuracy in shooting baskets. This may be due to the fact that the baskets in our gym were loose and the boys were not used to shooting at rigid baskets. The baskets were fixed, though, and the forwards are now practicing shots from all angles. If practice makes perfect, they will soon remedy this fault. The guards hardly need any introduction to the school. Parker’s ability is well-known from his actions on last year’s second team. He is playing even a better game this year. When the ball comes into his territory he gets his hands on it in pretty short order, and gets it away from the opponents’ basket quickly. The second team knows this only too well. With Parker guarding the basket, the second team scores are few and far between. Eormato, the running guard, can still shoot baskets as he did last year, and shows every indication of doing still better as the season goes on. Jenks, the extra guard, is also right there when it comes to keeping the ball away from the basket he is guarding. Now a word about the second team or rather teams, for Coach Biddle has a sophomore and a junior second team. The “C” team is composed of Templeman, Chapman, Harrison, Geo. Parker, MacDonald. Ter-man and Stashower. These being all sophomores, they have two more years to play yet. The teams to come ought to have a good deal of experience for this reason. 45 THE REFLECTOR This is as it should be. All sophomores should be encouraged to come out for athletics, whether football, basketball or track. Experience counts a good deal in all and only by coming out early in his high school course can a boy get this necessary experience. The junior or “B” second team is made up largely of last year’s sophomore interclass team. The boys are Kirk, Stone, Eld-redge, Rose, Hess and Wilson. There is much rivalry between the “C” and ‘TV’ teams as to which one will play the first game. Both claim superiority over the other, but a game would probably be the best way of deciding between them. Both varsity and second teams arc practicing hard and they deserve the hearty support of the school. They will need support this year and a lot of it. Glenville has always been noted for the fine support it has given its teams. Don’t let this year contradict this. We ought to have a big crowd at every game. W ill that crowd be there? It’s up to you, Glenvilleites. Do your part by coming to the games and cheering. The team will do its part by playing. ALUMNI VS. VARSITY I'he school got its first glimpse of the varsity on Friday, December 14. The Alumni team, whose members were all of last year’s varsity except Gage, consented to play a practice game with the team in order to give the school some idea of it before the regular season started. The price of admission was the presentation of a memberhip ticket in the Athletic Association. Membership buttons were presented to those who came. A fairly large crowd witnessed the game and cheered loudly for both teams. If the school will show as much interest in the Senate games as in this one, Cheerleader Weiss will have no chance to rave at the student body as he did during the football season. And if the crowd will yell as it did at this game, the team will know they have the school back of them, and will play accordingly. The game was snappy and exciting from start to finish, and the snap and excitement increased as the game progressed. The Alumni got the jump on the varsity and scored two baskets in quick succession Then the varsity scored its first point on a foul, and was started. But the Alumni had the advantage in speed and passing and scored several more baskets before the half ended. The varsity scored most of its points during the first half on foul shots. They scored only one field basket. 'I'he score at the end of the half was Alumni 12, Varsity 8. The second half made the crowd ye’.l itself hoarse. The varsity appeared to be able to locate the basket and scored three goals, all in a few minutes. 'I'he Alumni were leading by only one point, and the crowd was yelling for another basket. A few minutes of extremely hard and fast play followed and as a result the ball landed in the basket. Yes—it was the Alumni basket. Shortly after another basket was scored and the varsity seemed to have little chance left, as time was nearly up. The final whistle blew with the Alumni leading 21-16. Ehlcrt and Mills were the big spokes in the Alumni wheel, scoring seven baskets between them. Mills’ flashy dodging and Ehlert’s long shots were directly responsible for those baskets. One of Ehlert’s baskets by the way, hit the ceiling, and bounced into the basket, a rare occurrence in our gym. The varsity forwards were not so flashy as the Alumni, but nevertheless played a good game. The guarding was good, and had it not been for Parker’s steady work at standing guard, the Alumni’s score would probably have been considerably larger. 46 THE REFLECTOR . Alumni 21. Varsity 16. Substitutions: Alumni—Gage, Brainard; Mills ............R. F............ Kline Glenville—Losego, Kadow, Jenks. Field Vernon ...........L. F,.......Whitmer baskets—Ehlert 4, Mills 3, Kadow 2, Ver- Ehlert ...........C...............Andrus non, Emerick, Comyns, Kline, Losego. Emerick ..........R. G.......... Formato Fouls—Formato 5, Andrus 2, Whitmer, Corny ns..........L. G........... Parker Gage. SHAW DEFEATS GLENVILLE As the score indicates, this game was not very interesting from Glenville’s standpoint. But the score docs not tell the whole story of the game. If shots that were missed counted as much as shots that were made, or if all the shots that were missed had gone through the basket, Shaw would have been completely buried under the avalanche of points scored by Glenville. The Glenville boys had the team work, they had the speed, and they had the fight to win, but they did not have the accuracy in shooting baskets. Time and again the guards would get the hall from Shaw players and pass it to their forwards only to see those forwards repeatedly miss what appeared to be easy shots. The excellent guarding of the Glenville players can he seen from the fact that Shaw in the last half scored only one field basket and that was made from the middle of the floor just as the final whistle blew. Shaw had less than ten shots at the basket during the entire second half. On the other hand, the fine team work of the Glenville boys brought out by the number of shots at the Shaw basket. There were exactly nineteen shots made in the third quarter (eight minutes) alone. How poor the shooting was, though, can readily he seen, as but two of those nineteen shots resulted in baskets. The rest of the game was similar to this part. The team saw their one great weakness to be their utter inability to locate the baskets. The hoys were disgusted with themselves as a result of their poor shooting, but resolved that no such thing would happen again. The strong points of the team were shown as well as the weak spots. Mention has been made before of the fine guarding of the team. The guards, especially Parker, kept Shaw from getting up enough team work to place many shots in the basket. It was the guards who really did the best work for the team in this game. Shaw 15. Glenville 8. J. Fcrrier.........R. F...............Kline G. Ferrier ........L. F............. Kadow Hale ................C.............. Losego Wheal..............R. G........... Formato Roberts ...........L. G............ Parker Substitutions: Glenville—Whitmer, Jenks, York; Shaw—Wahl, King. Field baskets: Hale 4, Losego 2, Formato, J. Ferrier. Fouls: J. Ferrier 5, Formato, Kline. GLENVILLE COPS FIRST OF SEASON Glenville certainly started the Senate basketball season off with a bang. The defeat at the hands of Shaw just before the Christmas vacation seemed to have caused the boys to make New Year’s resolutions to win the next game. They kept their reso- lutions by defeating South High 13-12 in a very hotly contested game. Certainly the people who rode on the E. 105th Street and Broadway cars on the night of Friday, January 4th, know that Glenville won that game. Coming home on 47 THE REFLECTOR the car the rooters showed their joy by singing, yelling, and all other manifestations of happiness. If ever any one got their money’s worth at a basketball game, those who saw the South game did. Those who did not sec the game missed a grand and glorious time. In the preliminary game the Glenville seconds teat the South seconds 13-9. In the first half the “C second team played and accpiired a lead of four points, the score at the end of the first half being G. H. S. seconds 8, South seconds 4. The “B” second team took the place of the “C” team in the second half and held the South scrubs on even terms, both teams scoring five points each. 'This half was much harder fought than the first as South seemed to have had its spirit aroused in the first half. (Ilenvillc seconds 13. South seconds 9. 'Templeman .R.F... Mathews Chapman .L. F... Harrison St?shower .R.G... Wolfe Parker . L. G.. Substitutions: Glenville: MacDonald, Fldrcdge, Rose, Stone, Hess, Wilson; South: L. Mathews. Field baskets: Mathews 3, Templeman, MacDonald, Eldredge, Rose. Fouls: Parker 3, Mathews 2, Chapman, Donelly, Fldrcdgc. The varsity profited by the good examp’e of the second team. They went into the game to win and by fast playing, good team work, and excellent guarding they did win. South started off fast, and soon had five points piled up before our boys got started. But when they did get going South’s points ceased to pile up so fast, and the Glenville points began to accumulate. Slowly but surely South’s lead was cut down until at the end of the first half thfey lead by but one v. • - ' � point, the score standing South 7, Glenville 6. The second half was very hard fought and consequently many fouls were called cn both sides. So strenuous was the playing that before the game ended Glenville had four men put out for having four personal fouls called on each, while South had one man ejected. The last of Glenville’s men was put out about a half minute before the time was up. Coach Biddle had no substitute to put in and the team, consequently, had to play with four men. This was at the most exciting part of the game too, as Glenville was leading by one point, and a field basket by South would put them in the lead and probably give them the game. The four Glenville men certainly took no chances on letting South get that basket, as each one of them played a guard. They kept South from scoring and in so doing saved the game. Every member of the team played fine, but Kline and Parker were the stars for Glenville. Kline scored eight of the team’s thirteen points and aided bv his good teamwork in the scoring of the other points. Parker’s splendid guarding kept South from scoring time and again, and his good passing was also indirectly responsible for the baskets scored by the other boys of the team. Glenville 13 South 12 Whitmer ..........R. F.......... Pickering Kline ............L. F............ Svoboda I.osego ............C................ Jisa Formato ..........R.G............ Thompson Parker ...........L. G........... Davidson Substitutions: Glenville: Kadow, Jenks, York: South—Zmudz, Katwowski, Scrp. Field baskets: Kline 3, Whitmer, Losego, Pickering. Jisa. Davidson. Fouls: Pick- ering 4, Kline 2, Davidson 2, Formato. Referee, Bell: Umpire, Hazelwood. 48 Mildred Damon, Mildred Evans, Editors. During the past semester, due to the fact that no one was chosen to succeed the exchange editor of the previous year that department of the Reflector did not make its reappearance. Since it seemed scarcely advisable to eliminate so essential a part of the magazine we have started the new year with a complete department. The editors in renewing the active work of the “Exchanges” will attempt to continue the successful work of their predecessors and carefully to criticize and give some thoughtful hints or merited praise to the magazines of other schools. Up to the first of the year, we received magazines from several old friends with whom we arc very pleased to renew exchanges and also from two new friends. The Sun Dial” of the College for Women of this city, and “The Optic” of South High School, Columbus, whom we welcome to our exchange list. We sincerely hope that those schools which have sent us copies of their magazines in the last few months will overlook our tardiness in acknowledging the receipt of these issues and will continue to exchange with us; also that other schools receiving our issue, will renew their previous correspondence. The Reflector wishes to extend to its Exchange friends, old and new, greetings for a most successful 1918. The Observer.” Ansonia, Conn. Your magazine is well arranged and the literary department is good, but it seems to lack ‘‘pep. A regular joke department, almost essential to a successful school monthly, and also a few photos or cartoons would be a great improvement. The Dart”, Ashtabula, Ohio Yours is a very well put up magazine. The stories are especially well written and amusing, and the cuts are quite original and clever. Why not improve your cover so that it is as good as the contents? “The Monthly”, Central High School, Cleveland, Ohio The literary department of your magazine is especially good. Those maxims on the bottom of several pages are most unique. The Crescent”, Xew Haven, Conn. The stories in your literary department are very interesting. Might we. however, suggest the addition of an alumni and an exchange department? We like your original idea of “The Goose Quill. 49 THE REFLECTOR “The Voice of South High, Youngstown, Ohio We welcome you as one of our most popular exchanges. We like your arrangement, also your timely and artistic cover design. Those snap shots are particularly “catchy”. “The Black ami Gold , Heights High School, Cleveland, Ohio For a bi-weekly paper yours is excellent: short, concise, newsy, and humorous. The From , Sandusky, Ohio We like your magazine immensely. Your arrangement is especially commendable. Other good points are your well written editorials, and your very interesting and appropriate cuts. “The Optic”, Columbus, Ohio A very “classy” magazine full of “punch” and originality. No detail seems to be omitted. The Sun Dial , College for Women, Cleveland, Ohio. We are proud to be honored with so early an issue of your magazine and congratulate you on such a fine beginning. We find no personals and table of contents, however, and would suggest an addition of these. The Canton Hi Monthly , Canton, Ohio The “news number we find very diverting. 'Flic letters from the training camps, also your “timely verse make the Literary patriotic as well as entertaining. Hats off to your “Observer” for his clever ideas and language. We hope to see a better cover design next time. Frances Bathrick, Editor Our rcportoriai starlets of the month are twins in merit. They arc John Brown and Theodore Wenger. Some other very efficient reporters are: William W. Waite, Ruth Eaffy, Eleanor Dennis, Eleanor Gar-son, Alda Clemons and Helen McMorris. Clyde Myers writes that he is in Quan-tico, Virginia, prior to sailing for “Over There.” Be sure it’s a ‘Favorite Knit9 FAVORITE KNITTING MILLS 1388 West 6th, Cleveland, O. We are pleased to announce that practically all the material in this department this month has been contributed by the reporters. What would we do without ’em? AN IMPORTANT QUESTION To skip or not to skip—that is the question; Whether it is better for a boy to sit and study On Physics and History, for hours at a time And thus prepare for the coming exam; Or to get out his skates and depart For the pond, where he may enjoy himself To his heavy heart’s content; Then to come home and cram To meet the demands of the teachers and exams. To study means success, to shirk means failure. It is better to spend a few hours in studying Before exams, than to spend Several weary months after exams. A. Kaplan. Mr. Monahan in I B English: “How important do you consider the lookingglass?” Florence C.: “Oh ! Very!” A TOAST Here’s to the person who’s reading his Reflector, And reading his Reflector alone; Down with the fellow who’s reading your Reflector. When he should he reading his own. A. Kaplan, 51 111! 111111111! 1111111111111111111! 1111111 III 11111111 i 1111 i 11111M11111HI III! 11111111111111111! 11111111111111111II1111111 ' [Glenville Graduates] Decide Now If you plan to go to college you can make no more profitable use of the time between now and next September than to enroll at Dyke’s. (Day and Evening Serjdona All the Year.) The surest way of making your high school training bring you a good salary and pleasant work is to take a business course in the best business school. Fit yourself for a special occupation. It is the logical step for the high school graduate who wants to advance surely and swiftly. Employers now expect you to come with specialized business training. They are willing to pay for it. Every week you spend looking for employment or doing miscellaneous, poorly-paid work is time and money wasted when you think what your high school education might be worth. Our students are practically all high school and college graduates. Many of them entered Dyke’safter “working for a while.” They saw they needed special training 10 get ahead. Doesn’t this mean it will pay YOU to enroll at Dyke’s NOW? Thorough. Efficient. Up-to-Dntc Courses Private Secretary, stenography. Machine Shorthand. Typewriting, Hookkeeplng. Hilling. The Dyke School of Business Member National Association Accredited Commercial Schools NINTII—PROSPECT—HURON H’liiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiimaiiiiimirir! 52 . • -— — — , l .....______ _____ i OLD AND NEW DANCES j AT OSTER’S j CLASSES FOR BEGINNERS ALWAYS FORMING | East 105th Street, South of Euclid. Teacher: What does Q. E. D. at the end of a thorem mean? W ise Student: Questions Easily Discovered. News Item: Horace Fitzgerald went to sleep in the I B History class VIIo the day we came back after our vacation and had to be wakened by Paul Harmel. Aha, Horace! Too much New Year elebration. Mrs. Bowerfind: “You made a mistake and put the horse before the cart.” One of the boys in the I B English class 11 Io trying to give the name of the book “Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde” said “Dr. Jelly and Mr. Hyde”. How many of you heard Fannie G. give that b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-1 solo in the auditorium Vo the other day? She gave it with a tin whistle, and if you didn't hear it you missed something good. News Item: Elizabeth Wise must have been a very good little girl and hung her “tockie up for Santa to get that lovely wrist watch. Miss Orbison in I B History VIIo: “Who won the battle?” Robert G.: “The victor”. KNITTING TERMS Have you crocheted your neck and arms? How many ribs have you over your shoulder? Have you sewed up your sides? I’m on my neck now. Have you cast off your neck? Sound odd, don't they ? “Edward, you have a full bushel of po-tate-cr—mistakes on that paper.” Just look at that! Five cakes of ice cream! One would think Whitmer was sick with the heat. Princeton 846-W Eddy 375 W. A. COLLINSON, D. C. B. SC. CHIROPRACTOR 785 EAST 105TH STREET—Corner Everton ►O'O' ooooo oooooooooc- ooooov o coo-yoo ■ oo ooo;oooooo oooo oooooo GRADUATES OF 1918 YOUR VIEWPOINT IS DIFFERENT You have a decision to make—a decision that you must make after considering two very great questions. You cannot afford to make these decisions until you have carefully considered hotli questions. The questions are: 1. What shall be your life's work? 2 IVhat is your choice of service in helping to win this war? Secretary of War Baker said: “ Your usefulness as a constructive citizen folloit'ing the war will be increased greatly by a thorough training for your life work There is the answer to both these questions. The answer upon which you should base your decision. Why not train yourself to do that kind of work which offers you the greatest opportunities in life and at the same time double your present value in helping to win this war? In the War Department and in all other departments of the Government, and in Business Houses, High School Graduates with a commercial training are in demand. You can easily find employment now without any further training, hut you should he particular about the class of work that you accept. Qualify yourself for one of the good positions in which untrained people are never placed. Spencerian stands first in the eyes of the business public for efficient training. Let Spencerian give you prestige. Beginning and advanced courses in all departments of business. Request information at once. Visit the School. THE SPENCERIAN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL Euclid Ave. and E. 18th St. CLEVELAND, OHIO. Chartered by the State of Ohio to Confer Degrees. oooo.aooc►ociaoooo 0-oao ooo ooooooooooooooooooooocM oc►oox ;oo ►oo 54 A COMEDY A very queer incident took place the other day, And the manner in which it happened was probably this way: A boy whose name I better not tell, And a girl who was rushing along pell-mell, Did come together in the hall at such an angle, That her locks around the button of his coat did tangle, And in a position very queer they stood, Trying both as best they could, Her locks from round the button of his coat to separate; I know because by watching I was very nearly late. Mr. Allyn (T-B Physics): “What’s a horsepower ?” Joe Comyns: “The amount of footwork a horse does. H. Moon (translating I-B Latin): “There is one kind of these people who have fathers.” Illl!lll[!ll(ll!lll![||||||||||||||||||[|||||||||||||||||||||||||||lil|i|||||||||||||||||||||||||||lllllllllllllf PRESCRIPTION PHARMACISTS DELIVERY SERVICE Glenville Drug Co. JOHN A. MITERMILER 1 10429 ST. CLAIR AVENUE. CORNER EAST 105TH STREET CLEVELAND, OHIO illlllllilHilliillllllllllllllllllli Mr. Allyn (I-B Physics): “You don’t get paid unless you work, and you only work when you move something.” S. Green: “How do teachers get paid then ?” Mr. Allyn: “Well, if we don’t move pupils around here, I don’t know who does.” “ This is a crool woiid,” say the poor unfortunate victims of the new “You’re-late.-go-to-the-officc law. Miss Davis: “Boys, the other noon I saw a boy outside eating a whole half pic. Just think of it! He will just ruin his stomach.” What about his pocketbook? Starlet: “When Lord Byron died, they wanted to burv him in Westminster Abbey, but he wouldn’t let them.” Oh, ye Freshmen! Here is what one of them wrote in a composition: “After the long day’s journey, I was tired with fatigue.” RELIABILITY FIRST OF ALL THE S. KOHN SONS CO. TWO STORES. ST. CLAIR AVE., COR. 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Natural Science Note. “fhe stamens surround the pistons. Axiom Umpty-steen. Mr. Davis: “Those who get here first are first.” Miss Konigslow: “Make those words hit me hard.” “When these papers are handed at you— in fact sonic of them will be handed at “Dickens—bom in 1812, died in 1772.” Miss Westlake: “What did men fight duels for?” M. H. “The ladies.” In one of the Red Cross essays: “They use the older men to fill up the shell holes.” G1 Boys’ All- Wool Suits for $7.50 Any fellow who has tried to find an ALL-WOOL suit this season for less than $10 can appreciate these that arc not only GUARANTEED all-wool, but arc double-thick at scat and knees—and priced at only $7.50. All-Wool Overcoats for $7.50, too. SWEATERS V-neck, slipc .. sweaters in school colors—$5. THE W B DAVIS CO 327-335 EUCLID AVENUE V li i M. H. (quoting Shakespeare) : “Then the lover, sighing like a volcano—“ 1 he sighs of those days must have been extremely “sizy. M. H.: “He should walk across the stage, throwing his head around.” Herbert Hall is reported to have broken his chair in the German room—and he's such a feather-weight, too. Miss Campbell: “What does ‘ago’ mean? (Silence.) “What is an agent?” Caesarite: “A pest.” In French: Miss Konigslow: “You see it is that way. J. B.: “Ya,csist.” (Pupil, explaining why a certain description of a girl is clearer than another of a man) : “You see, we’re all so familiar with ‘a girl of seventeen’, that we understand the description well.” Miss Pickard: “What sort of a man is the ‘Spectator’? E. Turner: He is a n-(ice) man.” “Why did Perseus start out on his adventures ? W. C.: “To get a wife, I guess.” December 27, Dorothy Hastings won first prize in the West Side skating races, and the following Friday captured first honors and a gold medal in the Amateur State races, at Columbus, Ohio. Three cheers for our diminutive champion! Miss Campbell (during vocabulary test): “What is the meaning of ‘vero’? Phillip (hunting in book): “Oh. I found it!“ Miss Campbell exasperated, after confiscating some suspicious looking papers from her I.afin class: “First I run across a pony and then a love letter. Take warning—a Latin class is no place for love letters or ponies. g; THE REFLECTOR 1 0 Mr. Etttl? tobose energies fjabe been birecteb totoarbs establishing anb maintaining iije fjigij stanbarts of “£fje Reflector,” anb tofjo bas furtfjereb eberp School actibitp to tfje utmost; to the bops tobo babe gone fortfj from € . ty. g . “ober there,” anb tobose aib is noto enlisteb in the greatest of struggles, toe, tEfje Class of June, 1918 bebicate tfjis issue of the deflector tfjat it map stanb as a Spmbol, casting back tfje “reflection” of tfjeir actions, as tbep stanb befjinb tbe guns, on ttje fielbs, “sometoljere in Jfrance.” DEPARTMENTS SENIOR SECTION Class of June, iqiS Class History Class Prophecy Literary Personals CLUBS EDITORIALS LITERARY SCHOOL NEWS WHO'S WHO EXCHANGES PERSONALS ADVERTISING THE REFLECTOR GRANT APTHORP—L. S. “He is the man I meant to be.” President Senior Class. Consul R. P. R. Treasurer Dramatic Club. Debate Interclass Football Forensic Class Choice for Commencement HELEN G. WHITE—L. S. “She is a leader born and bred In any sort of enterprise She fitly takes the lead.” Vice President Class Beta Sigma—President R. P. R.—Aedile Science Club Faculty Choice for Commencement MARGARET M. McNAMARA—CL. “She is irrctic. she is human. She is what they call the New Woman Secretary Senior Class Vice President Athletic Association El Circulo Hcspanico Reflector Board. Criterion—President First Term. JUANITA KELLY—L. F. S. “In short she’s a creature of art With a kind and generous heart.” Class Treasurer Crterion—First Term, Correspond Secretary; Second Term. Vice President. Dramatic Club 4 the reflector ROBERT L. KLINE—L. S. To those who know thee not. no words can paint: And those who know thee, know all words are faint. Chairman Executive Committee Class Wranglers—President Two Terms. Reflector—Editor-in-Chief Athletic Association—Pres, and Treas. Hi-Y—Vice Pres. First Term. Manager Varsity Basketball Varsity Basketball Varsity Football Dramatic Club Valedictorian DOROTHY SMITH—CL. You'd better be careful, she’ll play jokes on you. For mischief doth gleam in her big eves of bluer Executive Committee—Class. Criterion—Corr. Secretary Second Term. R. P. R. Le Cercle Francais El Circulo Hispanico Executive Committee PAUL BIXLER—L. S. It matters not how long we tire, but how. Executive Committee—Class. Reflector Business Manager. Wranglers Hi-Y Senior Football Senior Basketball NINA GUNN—L. G. S. She wears a most beautiful face And isn’t deficient in grace.” Executive Committee—Class. Criterion—Critic Dramatic Club Science Club 5 THE REFLECTOR HAMPTON M. ANDRUS—ENG. “ Whoe'er excels in ivhat we prize. Appears a hero in our eyes ’ Executive Committee—Class. Varsity Football (Captain) Treasurer Wranglers First Term. President Hi-Y “G Club. ELIZABETH R. SAGUE—L. F. S. “She's the winninest ways with the beaux But there isn’t a man of them knows The mind of a fickle coquette Senior Magazine Board SYLVIA H. NEWMAN—CL. “She is kind as she is fair For beauty lives with kidness.” German Club—Vice President French Club Science Club KATHERINE AMMON—ENG. “Til keep agoitt’ until I’ve accomplished ivhat I will.” Glee Club Friendship Club. 6 THE REFLECTOR ALMA M. K1LLI0N—L. S. The good arc always merry. And the merry love to dance. Beta Sigma—Sec. of Lit. Science Club—President R. P. R. BETH WOODRUFF—CL. I think before I speak Beta Sigma—Secretary R. P. R.—Praetor Faculty Choice for Commencement SUSAN PRISCILLA CATHARINE Mackenzie—cl. You never would think that a girl so stately Would enjoy every Sunday a friend’s company greatly” Criterion—Vice Pres. First Term ; President Second Team Ulee Club—Vice President CLIFFORD WINKLER—L. G. S. His years with others must the su'cctcr be For those brief days he spent in courting me. Interclass Football THE REFLECTOR EMMA L. FORMAN—L. G. S. “A spring motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate A grace and joy of no common rate. Criterion—T reasurer Science Club HELEN MUEHLHAUSLER—L. G. S. Her smile is like the glitter of the sun in tropic lands ' DOROTHY HALTER—ENG. “Who conquers me shall find a stubborn foe.” Glee Club WILFRED A. GREENWOOD— G. S. Action makes the hours seem short ’ Wranglers 8 THE REELECTOR SIDNEY SI LBERM AN— “He knoivs he's right. DOROTHY L. DOOLITTLE—L. G. S. “To lead, and not to be led. President Friendship Club Glee Club KATHRYN E. GREEN—L. S. “Just a bit of Heaven is she. Criterion—Rec. Sec. Second Term. Glee Club MARGARET BUERKEL—L. G. S. “Nature did tunc Thy voice by hers, A fount in June. Glee Club Friendship Club Science Club 9 THE REFLECTOR GLADY H. CARMER—G. S. The world is ever as we take it. And life. I say. is as zee make it.” German Club CLIFFORD C WRIGHT—CL. Where men of judgment creep and feel their way. The positive pronounce without dismay Senior Football MYRTLE FRYER—CL. Say not that struggle nought availeth. Beta Sigma NATHALIE BIEDERMAN—CL. To be witty and wicked is easy. But 'tis hard to be witty and wise. R. P. R. Le Cercle Francaise 10 THE REFLECTOR MARY CAUGHLIN—L. G. S. Mary, Mary, quite contrary.” Criterion RUTH PEJEAU—A. G. Friendship Club l‘A face with gladness overspread. Soft smiles by human kindness bred.” LEONARD VOORHEES—SP. '‘Their various cares in one great point combine RUTH B. OSCAR—G. S. “Come, give us a taste of your quality.” The business of their lives, that is—to dine.” 11 THE REELECTOR JANE BERRY CALDWELL—L. S. A. If she be proud, is she not sweet f PAUL MELOY—L. F. S. O. what may a man within him hide. Though angel on the outward side! Wranglers Varsity Football Senior Magazine Board—Chairman Senior Basketball Tennis MARJORIE COOK—L. E. S. To skip a class Was the joy of this lass. NELLIE A. LINN—G. S. And when you talk of music. Why she's music's devotee! Beta Sigma Dramatic Club Saluatorian 12 THE REFLECTOR RUTH A. EWING—ENG. ll'ith flaxen hair and big blue eyes, She's a modern Grctchcn and very wise. Criterion Friendship Club Executive Committee A. A. Senior Magazine Board FRANK KADOW—L. G. S. Not to know me. argues yourself unknown. Varsity Football Wranglers Hi-Y Senior Magazine Board Swimming HELEN LEHR—L. G. S. And thou, who ozenest happiness Shall lend the zvorld thy cheer.’’ Criterion—Secretary First Term Science Club Friendship Club Senior Basketball ALICE CODLING—L. S. 'Charms strike the sight but merit wins the soul. R. P. R. Beta Chi Science Club 13 THE REELECTOR IRENE BOWERSOX—L. G. S. “The stars arc jealous of thine eyes. Beta Sigma Vice President Science Club Friendship Club ETHEL MURRAV—L. G. S. “She strove her classmates to please. With manners wondrous u•inning. Beta Sigma Science Club—Treasurer Friendship Club—Consul ROBERT GOULD—CL. “I will speak daggers to her. bid use none.” Wranglers Senior Football FLORENCE ZORNOW—CL. “There is music in her mouth and sunshine in her hair ” R. P. R. 14 THE REFLECTOR PEARL ROBINSON—L. G. S. I have a good memory but it isn't very long. ' Criterion Basketball JOHN G. GIBSON—L. G. S. U'ha 'cr he did. was done with so much ease. Secretary Wranglers Hi-Y Senior Basketball Senior Football Class Choice for Commencement. MARGARET TOBIN—L. G. S. She’s the most up-to-date of her sex. No wonder they call her complex ” Criterion Friendship Club MIRIAM P. KOHN—CL. Her fingers shame the ivory keys. They dance so light a long.” Beta Sigma R. P. R.—Praetor, First Term; Consul, Second Term. I.e Cercle Francais 15 THE REFLECTOR I ,U ELLA 7AZ ELM A X— E SC. Jolly, clever, never tame. For Pep is Luclla’s middle name. Science Club ARNOLD F. SYDOW—CL. 'The flower of nature hears no choicer fruit than the man who is equal to every occasion Wranglers Secretary Hi-Y—Second Term Manager Track Executive Board A. A. Senior Basketball EDNA L. FELHABER—G. S. “The happiest heart that ever beat Was in some quiet breast. ' Girls’ Glee Club German Club MILTON MOORE—L. S. “And why should life all labor be?” 16 THE REFLECTOR HELEN GORDON—G. S. The blushing beauties of a modest maid.” Beta Sigma German Club Science Club Class Prophet LLOYD R. TAYLOR—L. G. S. He only acts when off the stage.” President Dramatic Club Chairman Ex. Comm. Forensic Club DOROTHY E. HOSI.ER—G. S. She is so gay, so very gay, Thru each and every live long day.” Beta Sigma Science Club (Executive Committee) German Club (Exec. Comm. Second Term) Class Prophet LOUISE MILLER—G. S. “Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens arc ” Beta Sigma—Treasurer Science Club Class Prophet German Club 17 THE REFLECTOR ANNE LA UGH LI X—CL. “A nice little girl with a quiet little way. CHAS. PEPPARD—L. G. S. We that live to please, must please to live. FLORENCE ELIZABETH FLINT—G. L. S. When she laughs the whole world laughs with her. El Circulo Hispanica Friendship Club AGNES DOUGHERTY—L. S. “She makes life a joke. Beta Sigma—Y'ice President Science Club—Chairman Executive Comm. R. P. R.—Aedile First Term 18 THE REFLECTOR LI SETTE DOROTHY SPIES—C L. “Her eyes are stars of twilight fair. Like twilight. too. her dusky hair. R. P. R. Beta Sigma Le Cercle Francais BEULAH G. BAUER—G. S. She made of life as we. too. should. A joy; and lo! all things were good. Glee Club, Secretary-Treasurer. Orchestra Le Cercle Francais Assistant Librarian GEORGE W. BEHNER—CL. G. To observations which ourselves we make. Il'e grow more partial for the observer's sake. R. P. R., Aedile Orchestra, Secretary and Treasurer Forensic Le Cercle Francais Senior Football CHARLOTTE T. GREGG—G. S. But no. site teas of stubborn mind.'' 19 THE REPLECTOR AXXA MILLER—L. S. “Haf f y arc they who have been her friends Beta Sigma R. P. R.—Censor Second Term Science Club ANNA V. TOBIN—L. S. “Her checks are like the red, red rose That's newly sprung in June ' Science Club Le Ccrcle Erancais ANNA R. SILBERMAN—CL “If at first you don’t succeed, try again. German Club JOHN E. MILLER—CL. “Be silent, always, when you doubt your sense.’’ 20 THE REFLECTOR ROSELYN B. MELTZER—G. F. S. Like a young cypress— Tall, dark and straight ' Le Cercle Francais RUTH SAVLAN—G. S. “Tall oaks from little acorns grow: MALVIXE L. HELLER—CL. She keeps her thoughts to herself. Beta Sigma R. P. R. GEORGE GOLDMAN—L. S. 0 wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother!” R. P. R. Treasurer Forensic 21 THE REFLECTOR THELMA GIMP— Silence in a woman is like speech in man; Deny it ivho can? GLADY G. WYMAN—L. G. S. She has the brightest little twinkle Illicit a funny thing occurs. WILBUR LEWIS—L. G. S. Such a playful little fellow. Forensic ANNA BENSON—G. S. “She leaves the saddened night forlorn With counsels of good cheer.” Beta Sigma German Club (Pres. First Term.) 22 THE REFLECTOR SADIE M. SCHACH—G. S. 'To leave the heart fulfilled with smiles. German Club JUSTINA CLAYMAN—ENG. And half my woes thus quickly cured. The other half may be endured.” Science Club DOROTHY J. HO PC RAFT—L. S. A serious minded miss you’ll say Not given much to schoolgirl follies.” Beta Sigma R. P. R. Science Club VERNE S. NEVILLE—L. G. S. “Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt. And every grin, so merry, draws one out. Orchestra Swimming 23 THE REFLECTOR MARIE STONER ‘7 would be a vampire.” German Club Friendship Club—Vice Pres. Second Year Senior Basketball JOHN BELFORD Always so polite—to girls.” Senior Football ELSIE RIEMER—CL. “She is quite a studious person but ready for fun when Iter work is done.” Friendship Club German Club Girls’ Basketball LAWRENCE E. GIBBS—L. S. He is well paid, who is well satisfied” 24 THE REFLECTOR ARTHUR E. JAMES—F. G. S. “Rest is sweet after strife.” Senior Football HELEN V. WOODRUFF— L. S. Her heart ivas open as the day Her feelings all zee re true.” Science Club EDITH COCK LEY—L. G. S. I'm going back to California, that’s where I belong.” Criterion Treasurer Friendship Club French Club Science Club ANNA RUTH GREEN—CL. Green by name but not by nature. 25 THE REFLECTOR ABRAHAM KOMI TO—CL. Must men till by losing rendered soger Will back their own opinion by a wager. MARIAN HANNAH—L. G. S. “She is so proper and so pure. Friendship Club SOL KROHN—L. G. S. What's he to me, or 1 to him? Let ci'cry men enjoy his whim. FLORENCE H. GOODMAN—G. S. The way to gain knowledge is to csk questionsy El Circulo Ilispanico 26 THE REELECTOIi ALEXANDER MILLER—CL. Then lie would start to talk.” R. P. R.—Censor First Term Forensic Senior Football Faculty Choice for Commencement. MARIAN G. GOLDMAN—L. G. S. “She’s not very tall. Hut she can play basketball.'' German Club R. P. R. Senior Basketbal ELIZABETH HARDING—L. S. ‘Beneath your finished mask I see the gentle heart, the honest mind.” Le Cercle Francais DORIS DECKER—CL. Would you be happy? Then from out your store, Carry good cheer to others.’ German Club. 27 THE REFLECTOR BEATRICE G. GREEN BAUM—G. S. One tongue is sufficient for a woman. Le Cerclc Francais ROSE ROGOFF—L. G. S. Girl's knowledge is now no more a fountain sealed” BEATRICE CHESSIN Bright colors have I never shunned.” French Club MARVIN L. FOLKMAN—G. L. S. “Sometimes I study.” 28 THE REFLECTOR BEATRICE JOKES—L. 0. S. “Little I ask and my wants ere fete. Friendship Club EDWIN BAMBERGER—L. G. S. “I’m in a class by myself German Club. LENORE THOMPSON—G. S. “ With simple tastes, with kindly traits, With tranquil air and gentle speech German Club EMANUEL GARSOX—L. G. S. “Dice will run the contrary way, Is well is known to those who play.” 29 THE REFLECTOR CATHERINE MERRIMAX— “Kind words she ever had for all She knows no base design. Senior Basketball JOSE BLUMENTHAL—L. G. S. “Lots of noise from a little horn.” NORMA LEWIS—G. S. “The sweetest little lass in the ivholc graduating class. Beta Sigma Science Club—Secretary German Club—Executive Committee Faculty Choice for Commencement. LENORE SULTNER—G. S. “With malice toward none and charity for all. Friendship Club Le Cercle Francais 30 THE REFLECTOR MARGARET FREEMAN—L. G. S. The Heaven such grace did lend her That site might admired be.” Criterion Friendship Club I.e Cercle Francais TED E. GALVIN—L. G. S. When to mischief mortals bend their will, HI, They soon find fit instruments of HIT MARTHA DOLORES JOHNSON—L. G. S. Fair is she in our sight And Iter hair could give us light. Orchestra Dramatic Club Senior Basketball I.e Cercle Francais ABE RAVICH—CL. Vessels large may venture more But little boats should keep near shore.” Forensic Club Senior Football TED LEDERER—L. G. S. 11Know when to speak.” M. J. NEWMAN, CL. The only wretched are the wise.” 31 THE REFLECTOR 32 THE REV LECTOR I SENIOR SECTION j SENIOR OFFICERS. Grant Apthorp...................President Helen White................Vice President Margaret McNamara ............. Secretary Juanita Kelly ................. Treasurer EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE. Robert Kline, Chairman Nina Gunn Dorothy Smith Paul Bixler Hampton Andrus. Senior Magazine Board Paul Melov, Chairman Elizabeth Saguc. Ruth Ewing Frank Kadow. CLASS HISTORY. Juanita Kelly. CI.ASS PROPHECY. Helen Gordon Dorothy Hosier Louise Miller. COMMENCEMENT SPEAKERS. (Faculty Choice) Robert Kline Helen White Nellie Lenn Beth Woodruff Alexander Miller Nonna Lewis (Class Choice) John Gibson Grant Apthorp 33 THE REFLECTOR fRllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll!!lllllll!!llllllllll!!lin ■ = | CLASS MOTTO | uOver the Top ’ | CLASS COLORS Blue and Gold A A CLASS FLOWER Fleurs-de-Lis | 1 CLASS YELL Some classes are sleeping, Some classes are creeping, Some can’t be seen. But for classes of bustling Or for classes of hustling, There’s none like the class of eighteen. == 1 CLASS SONG §§ Four years ago (or nearly that) It seems like ten, some say— J The class of ’18, children then To Glenville made their way. j We knew not—why, how could we know! What was in store for us; 1 Our knees they trembled, hearts, they beat; We made an awful fuss. § But soon our fears were all allayed; We came to love old G. 1 A happy class we’ve been and arc, And hope to always be. But now that we have reached our goal, And parting looms up near, We feel a something choking us, To leave our high school dear. I We love it and its walls and halls, And grounds—and—everything! And mostly to its faculty And students now we cling. We thought a little while ago: “When graduation comes, We’ll be too happy then to live”— But now our heart it numbs. We've had our ups and downs, 'tis true. Both with captain and with mate; We may have worked, we may have sighed, At times, to gain the Gate. We know we’re free and all of that. But yet, somehow—oh, well! How can we say it, Glenville dear? You know what we would tell. Nellie A. Linn. IlMlljllMlllllllllllllllllllllim 34 THE REFLECTOR CLASS HISTORY IT WAS in the fall of 1914 that our little skiff set sail. We had some stormy experiences that first year. It took time to get accustomed to our new life and become acquainted with the rest of the crew. There was the Latin exhibit and all Latin students were asked to lend their help toward making it a success. At last we nosed our way into Sophomore Bay. We felt as if we were making headway now. It wasn’t such a hard life after all. You remember this was the year lor celebrations in commemoration of Shakespeare’s death? Pageants were given throughout the city and Glenville “did her bit.” Marlowe and Sothern were in the city and gave their time and services in the bard’s honor. Then there was the Sophomore party and it was about this time that the Reflector came into being. Most of us joined the Athletic Association, too. In September, 1916, we rounded Point Junior. We had comparatively little rough weather that year. It was at this stage of the journey that we were welcomed into the different clubs and our athletic men began their “starry” careers. One big event was the escape from cabin No. 31. Don’t you remember how we were kept in there for two years? The girls’ basketball games were open to anyone wishing to see them. This was a new rule in the school; the doors had always been locked, up to this time. During this third year that terrible edict went into force that we couldn’t “go off duty” until three-thirty. All plans for matinees or pleasant hours spent in a picture show watching a thriller were knocked in the head. Hereafter we had to gaze out the window and wish that the clock would hurry. We finished up the year with a party to which I and II-A's were cordially invited”. There were a couple of little plays given in the auditorium, and punch and wafers helped to fill in the time between dances. Finally we made our way into Senior Gulf. We had only to cross this and many of us would be launched into the open sea. Much happened on that last stretch. Our country’s entrance into the war changed our whole routine. Everyone became absorbed in Thrift Stamps, Books for Sammies, Red Cross Work or some other way of helping the government. Three new clubs were formed—the Spanish, French and Science Clubs. A Senior Banquet was given and turned out a great success. About February a pretty stiff wind blew up. making it rather rough sailing and some of the crew were swept off their feet by the waves of History, English Civics, Latin, French, Chemistry, etc. The majority, however, stood to and manned our craft so well that now we expect to dock (or be docked) June 6. Juanita Kelly. MY SCHOOL DAY CHUMS. As time goes on and scatters things To the four winds of the earth, I'll think of you, my school-day chums, And miss your genial mirth. The parting of ways is near at hand, There’ll be many a fond good-bye. For time can never make amend, For the loss of my pals of Glenville High. Dorothy Smith. 33 THE REl-'LECTOR CLASS PROPHECY YOUNG, well dressed woman with an auburn tinge to hair sat reading a telegram with an anxious look on her face, in the limited train from Chicago to New York. She wore a perplexed look as she studied the telegram more closely. Jewels stolen at a charity ball! exclaimed the lady, then she hastily glanced around to see if anyone had overheard her. On looking closer we recognized the world-famous detective, Betty Sague. And to think that they were stolen at a ball whose patrons were mostly people who had gone to Glenvillc! Let me see, referring to the telegram, ruby tiara from Nina Gunn, turquoise necklace from Ethel Murray, emerald pendant from Anne Laughlin and diamond pin from Marjorie Cook. I think I had better stop off at Cleveland on my way to New York and interview these ladies. Having disposed of her work thus she rang the bell for the waiter. Waiter. she said, bring me a menu. At your service, madam ' replied the waiter, respectfully. Betty glanced at the rnan for his voice seemed familiar. Upon my word, she exclaimed, if it isn’t Robert Gould. He recognized her at once and as he was not busy at the time, they started to talk of the old days at Glenvillc. Do you know. he said, with a queer smile, that the railroad for which I work and on whose car you are riding has for its president Edwin Bamberger? I never though I’d fall so low, he said as he glanced mournfully at his clean white apron, “And Jose Blum-enthal is his office hoy. Now it’s my turn to give you some news, Betty said as he finished. Beth Woodruff has become a widow for the fifth time. I have just come from her last husband’s funeral. The pious Rev. Arnold Sydow officiated with great solemnity and dignity and who should I sec at the ceme- tery but Paul Meloy and Grant Apthorp as grave diggers. Yes, and Elizabeth Harding, Marie Stoner, Lenore Sultner, Catherine Merriman and Edna Felhafcer were there mourning for the one they had loved in vain.” Just then the conductress came through the car shouting, Cleveland, the next station !” Betty glanced at the lady who wore the pretty uniform and there stood Emma Forman looking as jolly as ever. On leaving the train Betty summoned a taxi. The driver looked familiar and upon closer observation she discovered that it was Juanita Kelly. She then drove to the home of Nina Gunn, who was now married to the president of the First National bank. Upon ringing the bell a pretty, dark-eyed maid answered the door and Betty exclaimed in astonishment, Why, it can’t be Ruth Oscar? Ruth replied that Nina was at home and would sec Miss Sague immediately in her private sitting room. Nina greeted Betty warmly and then motioned to a prim-looking little lady wearing tortoise shell glasses. Of course you know the famous tragedy writer, Dorothy Smith. They settled down for a good long talk. It seems so strange, began Nina, that our jewels disappeared so suddenly. Have you ever heard of a bunch of thieves called the Krookcd Krux Klan? These thieves are supposed to belong to the upper class and move freely in the best circles. Betty answered her that she was on the trail of the Klan and that it would be only a very few days before they had their jewels back and the robbers captured. The conversation then turned to the days when they had gone t© Glenville and Bettv told of the old friends she had recently seen. Dorothy then told of her near neighbor in New York who were the Honorable Theodore Galvin, the famous writer of lyric poetry, and Sol Krohn, the novelist. Nina was the next to speak, I have 36 THE REFLECTOR queer news,” she began, “Sue MacKenzie, despite our fears in high school days, has never married, and Clifford Winkler recently joined an aeroplane exploration party which went to Mars. Nina was bubbling over with news and continued rapidly, Sadie Schach has gone into partnership with Anna Miller, Dorothy Hopcraft and Florence Goodman, and they are managing a fine costumes establishment. They have for their ‘perfect 36' models Florence Flynt and Martha Johnson. The other day when 1 was shopping I saw Alexander Miller working as a ribbon clerk, using his fine mathematical brain to figure out the price of ribbon. Agnes Dougherty has a fine hair dressing establishment which I patronize frequently. And have you heard, she continued, excitedly, that Abe Ravich is the mayor of this city with George Goldman, Milton Moore and Wilbur Lewis at the heads of several department? I recently took my children to the circus and there we saw Arthur James, the lion tamer.” Oh, he isn’t the only one who has come before the eye of the public,” said Betty. “In a recent play in Chicago I saw Helen Muehlhauslcr, Elsie Riemer, Natalie Bied-erman and Dorothy Doolittle in the chorus which they say John Bel ford had trained. But did you see the latest play in New York,” Miss Smith asked eagerly, “with George Behner as hero, Malvine Heller as heroine, Wilfred Greenwood as comedian and Nellie Linn as vampire? Thelma Gimp and Anna Green were among the minor characters.” “That reminds me, said Nina, “that the last time I went to the movies I saw Doris Decker, Marion Hannah, Alice Codling, and Anna Silherman in a production written by Norma Lewis and directed by Verne Neville. A duet was given by Alma Killion and Myrtle Fryer, accompanied by Miriam Kohn. And as I was coming home I met Charlotte Gregg and Gladys Carmer clad in the garb of the Salvation Army. They told me that Mannie Newman had gone to Borneo as a missionary, accompanied by Ruth Ewing, his doctor. Marvin Folkman was leader of the band.” As it was nearly time for Betty to take the train for New York, Nina and Dorothy decided to walk down to the station with her. They started out and had gone but a few steps when they met the dignified Charles Peppard, who had been recently elected to the Senate. He told them that Beatrice Jones had been elected representative to Congress from Rhode Island and John Miller was ambassador to Afganistan. Luella Zizelman was a great suffrage orator in Washington. He also added that Leonard Vorhees had gone to Russia after the war and taken charge of the government there, while Lloyd Taylor and Lawrence Jenks represented Ohio in the lower house of Congress. As they proceeded they met, coming out of a public school, Margaret Freeman and Margaret McNamara, who were teachers, accompanied by Civics Professors Emmanuel Garson and J w'rencc Gibbs. The old school friends were glad to see one another again and the teachers said that they were teaching the children of Helen Woodruff, Margaret Buerkel, and Beatrice Chcssin, and also many children of the orphanage, the matrons of which were Katherine Ammon and Dorothy Halter. The friends now separated and when our party reached the station they saw Ted Lederer and Sidney Silverman, the baggagemen, and Irene Bowersox, the ticket agent. I must send a telegram to my assistants, Mary Coughlin and Jane Caldwell, who are now in New York, and tell them to be on the watch for the ‘Klan’, said Betty. I’ll go and buy some magazines to read on the way to New York.” As she approached the magazine stand she discovered that it was owned by Justina Dayman and Anna Benson. As the train came rolling in Betty said goodby to her friends and told Nina to assure the rest of the ladies that they would have their jewels in a few days and that the guilty ones would be brought to justice. Upon entering the train she met Beulah Bauer, Margaret Tobin, Marian Goldman 37 THE REFLECTOR and Beatrice Greenbaum, who had been sent by the suffrage party of St. Louis to the convention in New York. After finishing a pleasant conversation with them Betty took a seat in the next coach and began to read her magazine. The first thing that drew her attention was a collar advertisement which certainly was a picture of Abraham Koniito. Next she saw the portrait of the society leader, Rose Rogoff, which had been painted by the artist, Clifford Wright. Then she turned to an interesting article by the anthropologist, Pearl Robinson. The final pages of the magazine contained cartoons by Helen White and Ruth Savlan and some jokes by Lenore Thompson and Sylvia Newman. Upon her arrival in New York she was met by her assistants who brought exciting news. Betty gave her suitcase to the porter whom she recognized as John Gibson and then they jumped into a taxi driven by Anna Tobin. Miss Caldwell told Betty that before her message had arrived that the New York City detective, Lizette Spies, had arrested four distinguished looking gentlemen who answered the description of the leaders of the Klan and who had in their pockets the missing jewels and that, at the time, they were in the custody of the New York police Upon arriving at the police station they met Florence Zornow, Glady Wyman and Roselyn Meltzer, who said they were newspaper reporters. And now the four gentlemen crooks were brought forth from their cells by the wardens, Helen Lehr, Kathryn Green and Edith Cockley. The thieves appeared to be handsome and well dressed. Three were tall and slender while the one who seemed to be their leader was short and stout. “Remove your disguises immediately !’ demanded Miss Sague. Off came false beards, mustaches, sideburns, and goggles, and to the astonishment of all. there stood revealed Robert Kline, Hampton Andrus, Frank Kadow and Paul Bixlcr. Betty gasped and exclaimed, “I always said that it took brains to be a crook!” Dorothy Hosler. Helen Gordon Louise Miller AN HEIR APPARENT (A One-Act Play) CHARACTERS Samuel Cotters—Uncle Sammy, living with the Kings. Emmy King—His Grand-ncice. Maggie King—Emmy’s mother. Robert Ensign—Emmy’s fiancee, and the heir apparent: Scene—The living room in the King home, a most home-like room. Ordinary and rather worn furniture. Two windows in the back with plain white curtains. Near the background, left, a door leading into the front hallway. A large open fireplace at right, with a cheerful wood fire. In front of fire, turned slightly toward the audience, is a large Morris chair. Under one window is a sewing machine, and on top of it a sewing basket. Near center, left, a small rocking chair, facing the audience and slightly turned toward the fire. Small rugs, pictures, etc., give the room a cozy appearance. At the rise of the curtain Samuel Cotters is seated in front of the fire talking to himself. He is an old man, slight, and rather feeble. Curtain. Samuel (to himself in a high-pitched voice)—Yesir, I've made up me mind. I ainta gonna do it. (Pause.) You may be giftin' pretty old Samu’l, but you still got a good head on you. Jes’ cause Maggie King's been lettin’ you live with 'er sence cr man died las' winter, 38 THE REFLECTOR ain’t no reason why you gotta leave all your money to that girl o’ hers. Nosir you had to work hard to get all that there money to give it to a silly girl to throw away on fancy dresses an' silk stockins. Nosir, Samu’l, you’re too wise for that. (Mrs. King appears in doorway, with a shawl over her head.) Mrs. King (coming into the room and throwing her shawl on a chair. She is a woman a little past middle age, tall, slender, with dark wavy hair, flecked with white, and a rather pretty face.) My heart! it's awful cold out, but you'd never know it in here. I was just over to see Mrs. Hall's baby. He had the croup last night and she was terribly frightened, but he’s better today. How can you sit so close to that fire? (Picking up her sewing basket and sitting dowm in the rocking chair ) Samuel—I ain’t too hot. Guess I must not be so young as I was. Many.’? the time when I was a youngster that I’ve skated all day when the weather was freezin’, an’ didn’t git cold at all. But now I git chilled through if I move away from this here fire. Mrs. King—Well, Uncle, you know you are always welcome to sit by it. Samuel—Mebby so, mebby so. Mrs. King (in a rather hurt manner) — I don’t see why you seem to doubt my word, Uncle. You know Emmy and I have been glad to have you with us. Samuel—Emmy’s glad enough to have 'er old uncle around when thar ain't no nice young fellers here. Mrs. King—1 don’t understand why you should say that. _You know she sent Jpe Cummers away the other night so she could read to you. Now if that isn't showing who she likes, I’d like to know! Samuel—Young Joe ain’t got no money and (chuckling) Uncle Sammy has. Mrs. King (rather angrily)—You don’t mean to insinuate that my Emmy— Samuel—Now, Maggie, you don’t need to git so worked up. 1 know her old uncle ain’t handsome no more, and he can’t give her compliments like them young fellows, nor he can't dance like them, so what could she like about him 'cept his money? Mrs. King (after a pause)—I won't deny that Emmy likes money for that's what gives people their good times nowadays. No girl can enjoy herself if she doesn't have nice clothes. And Emmy’s no exception to the rule. (Just as Mrs. King utters the last sentence, her daughter opens the door and enters the room. She is slight, dark, and very pretty. She is dressed for skating, and carries skates under her arm. These she places on a chair as she enters.) Emmy (going over and kissing her mother)—Did I hear some one mention Emmy's name. (Laughing.) Never mind, mummy, you needn't tell me what you said about her. Mrs. King—Dear child, you mist be cold! Go over to the fire and thaw out. Emmy (taking off her wraps)—Oh, mumsy. I'm as warm as toast. We skated so fast and then came home in such a hurry that I didn’t get a bit cold. We had the finest time! I asked Bob in to supper, but he had to go home first. He said he’d be over in a few minutes. And oh, mumsy. I’ve promised—to—marry—him. Samuel (quickly)—You ain't to gonna marry that young scapegrace, te you? Emmy—Why, Uncle Sammy, he isn't a young scapegrace. You never even saw him. You’d never allow me to bring him near you or even tell you his name. Just think, you don't even know your future nephew’s name! I don’t see why you've taken such a dislike to him. Mrs. King—No. Uncle. I can't understand it either. He’s a good toy and I would rather call him my son than any other young man I know. Emmy (hugging her mother)—Oh, mumsy, you’re a dear! Samuel—Now. Maggie, you don’t know these here young fellers like 1 do. They’re all alike, excep’ perhaps one, an’ I may's 39 The reelector well tell you now; he’s the one that's gonna inher't every dollar o’ my fortune. I come to the conclusion, as I was asettin’ here alone, that it takes a man to know what to do with money. Women folks don’t know how to handle it. (Emmy and her mother are stupified.) Samuel—So I says to myself, as how I’d hunt up old Judge Ensign’s only grandson an’ let him handle me money when I go- Emmy (recovering her breath)—Oh-h-h ! Samuel—The Judge was the wisest man 1 ever seen. Emmy (with her breath and wit fully recovered)—Ensign! I like that name, (with a mischievous look at her mother.) (Emmy leaves her mother and sits down on the floor in front of the fire.) Samuel—He always knowed how to handle money. Emmy—Perhaps his grandson will, too, when he gets some. Samuel—He certainly will if he's like his grandfather. I ain’t never seen the young feller— Emmy—I'm sure he’s handsome! Samuel—An I don’t know w'here he lives. Emmy—Perhaps, near here ! Samuel—Or I don’t know whether he’s married or single— Emmy—Perhaps, engaged ! Samuel—And I don’t even know his first name— Emmy—Perhaps, Bob ! (The doorbell rings and Emmy leaves the room.) Samuel—But I’m gonna find him. (Emmy re-enters hand in hand with a tall, nice looking young man.) Emmy (leading him to center front)— Uncle Sammy, meet Mr. Robert Ensign, my future husband, Judge Ensign’s only grandson, and your heir apparent. (Quick curtain.) H. White. CHECKMATED A Onc-Act Play. CHARACTERS. Silas Simmons—A middle-aged fanner. Maria Simmons— wife. Helen Simmons—Their daughter. Jack Harwood—Her lover. Time—A winter evening. Place—The kitchen of a country home. The scene is laid in the kitchen of a substantial, old-fashioned country home. In the center, back, is an old-fashioned log fireplace, burning brightly, to the left of which is a door. On the right is a large coal stove and toward the front of the stage, a door. On the left are high built-in cupboards and a kitchen table. There are a few' rag rugs scattered over the floor and the walls arc paper with blue and white paper. A few old-fashioned kitchen chairs are scattered about. On opposite sides of the fireplace sit Maria and Silas on kitchen chairs. Maria is a little women with gray hair, drawn back tightly from a rather pretty face into a knot on the back of her head. She is dressed in blue calico and is knitting. Silas is a rather stout, countryfied. middle-aged man, dressed in overalls. His hair is white and his face healthy and tanned. He is smoking a long pipe and looking into the fire. Maria—Well, Si. do you remember what happened twenty-nine years ago tonight? Silas—Twenty-nine years ago t’night? Lem-me-see ! (Slowly.) Twenty - nine years ago, ye say? Waal, I ’ll he dog-goned, if I know! Ye got me, M’riar. Maria—Well, Silas Simmons, if you don’t remember that, the good Lord knows what 40 THE REFLECTOR you will remember before twenty-nine years more to go by. You told me then you never would forget it in all you— Silas (interrupting her)—Waal, I guess I do mind! Fergive me, M’riar, I ain’t never fergot that night nor never will. My mem'ry must be a ’failin' fast to let me fergit it fer one minute. O, M'riar, how ye did look that night! Ye was a perfect pictur', with yer little bundle under yer arm, a’looking back every second while yc was sneakin' out the door an’ 'roun the house. D’ye mind how 1 met ye an’ picked ye right up in my arms like a doll and put ye in the buggy? An then how that horse did go it! (Excited.) Ye’ d’a thunk he was agoin’ ,to get married, not us. D'ye mind the parson in his night cap and how scared he looked? Warn’t he white? But he did his dooty, didn’t he, M'riar? That was the best thing at ever happened to me an’ I’ll wager it's the best thing he ever did in his life! Ah, ye mind how that horse flew to the station an’ we felt so snug an’ safe, jist us two in this here shack? Didn’t it seem jist like a palace then, though? O, M’riar, I haven't fergot it, not a mite. Maria—Yes, Si, that was the happiest night I ever knew, and I’ve never regretted it since,—except— Silas (agitated)—Except what, M’riar, except what? Maria (hesitatingly)—Well, Si, my father—it—well. I don’t think I did right to runaway from father and mother. They loved me dearly, but pa couldn’t forget it and wouldn’t let ma see me. P’rhaps he would ’a let us get married if we had waited a little longer, but then—p'rhaps he wouldn’t, and we’ve always been happy, haven’t we? Silas—Ye’re right, M’riar, we have, and I’ll be doggoned if I'm sorry we left the old man. He was set on a’marryin’ you to a hag o’ gold an’ that’s why he didn’t like me. There wan’t no other reason; it was jist because I was poor an’ nothin’ else to it. It makes me so mad I’m jist like to boil every time I think ou’t. By heck! a man that’s cruel enuff—(This with great emphasis)—To keep his daughter from marry in’ the man she loves jist because he’s not rich needs to be showed a thing er two by his daughter I She's gotta be independent! (Helen, their daughter, is seen looking thru a crack in the partially opened door to the left of the fireplace. She is evidently listening attentively to what her father says and turns every few minutes to whisper something to some one in back of her.) Maria—I guess you’re right, Si,—yet— I can't ever quite forgive myself. But let’s talk of something else; you always get so excited when we talk ahout pa. Silas (impatiently)—1 don’t want to talk about anything else; I gotta get it out o’ my system. Yer father was a cruel man, M’riar. Ye mind, one o’ his excuses was thet you was so young. Sure, ye was young an’ sweet as a losebud, but ye wasn’t too young to know that ye loved me with all yer heart, was ye? (With emphasis.) And when a girl’s old enuff to know that she really loves a man, she’s old ’nuff to have her own way perty much an’ I’m mighty sure she’s old ’nuff to get married. After they git old an’ finicky, what man can ye show me that wants to marry ’em? No man in his right senses wants to marry an old maid an’ I'll be hanged if 1 blame em—(slowly and emphatically)—There’s a durn sight more sense in two people a’ gettin’ married when they’re young an’ good lookin’ an’ can have a good time together than waitin’ till they're so old that they can’t enjoy anything. (He moves in his chair.) Gosh all hemlock, but this chair's hard,—I’m gettin’ tired o’ sittin’ out here in the kitchen six nights out of seven while those young uns in there are spoonin’ on the cushions! Maria—But you must remember. Si, that we used to like the cushions and—the spoonin.’ They’re only young once and why not let ’em enjoy themselves? Silas—Waal, couldn’t they enjoy themselves out here as good as in there? Maria—Why. Si. they couldn’t have the piano or— 41 THE REFLECTOR Silas (interrupting)—Yea, the piano agin! I declare, I'm a' goin' to sell it— (Disgustedly)—Why. Helen sets there an’ plays an sings in that bashful way o' hern an’ looks up at him in that—that—waal, ye know, it is a kind of a charmin' way she has o' lookin’ at folks—an especially him! Waal, she sets there an' looks at him an’ he looks down at her all the time. T tell ye, that's all they do an’ I tell ye, 1 don’t like it! It’s a gettin' too durn serious. She’s only a child an' that young feller’s a mere boy! Maria—Yes, they are young hut he’s a very nice boy, Si. I like him very much and I'm afraid, Silas—I'm afraid that he’s going to ask her to marry him. ' I’m afraid it’s— . • ' (Enter Helen, who runs and kisses her mother and father, then rushes back to her mother, hugging her: and Jack, who shakes hands with Silas, then Maria. They enter at the door on the right. Helen, is a blonde, pretty and small, resembling her mother, who is at once more refined than Silas, and dressed in a red or wine color velvet dress; she is very lively, yet a little timid. Jack is a tall young man with a handsome boyish face, a brunette, and dressed in a country boy's bestf He is- a trifle awkward, yet not enough to detract in any way from the good impression he makes at the first glance. He has a refined face, though tanned, and shows a good education bv his language and general actions.) Silas (indifferent and drawling)—As M’riar was jist a sayin’. I’m 'fraid it’s agoin to rain afore mornin.' Helen (very excited and happy)—O. dad, we don't care whether it rains or not. O, I'm so happy! (Running to Jack)—O, Jack, you tell them ! Jack (putting his arm around Helen)— My dear Mr. and Mrs. Simmons, I have asjeed your daughter to marry me and she has consented. (Silas turns straight around in his chair, looks Jack full in the face with his mouth open wide and one hand on his hip.) I will be the happiest man in the world if you will consent to our marriage. Silas (suddenly standing up and facing Jack, angrily)—Marriage! Marriage! You ask me to let ye marry that slip of a gal. (Points to Helen.) Why, she’s a mere child; she’s not old enuff to know her own mind; she’d think she loved anybody if they told her they loved her an’ made a big fuss over her! And you,—why, you're nuthin’ but a boy an’ as fur a gettin’ mar-ried’s concerned. I don’t believe ye could earn enuff to keep a rabbit, let alone two healthy young kids like you an’ Helen. Why, it is pure foolishness, the whole durn thing! Jist wait a few years and then if ye still love each other an’ ye’ve made enuff money to keep my gal as she oner be kep, then maybe I’ll say something different ! Helen (timidly)—But dad, I really love Jack (glances shyly up at Jack's face)— and you know,—“when a girl is old enough to know that she really loves a man, she’s old enough to have her own way pretty much and I’m mighty sure she’s old enough to get married!” Now you can't deny that, dad! Silas—Waal, I’ll be hanged! Jack (half smiling)—And you know, my dear Mr. Simmons, “there's a durn sight more sense in two people getting married when they’re young and good looking and can have a good time together than waiting till they’re so old that they can’t enjoy anything.” Silas (baffled and puzzled, turning to Maria)—Waal, I’ll be doggoned ! Jack (good natured)—And Mr. Simmons, I own I’m not making much now, but I think, meaning no offense, that “a man that's cruel enough to keep his daughter from marrying the man she loves just because he’s ,not rich, needs to be shown a thing or two by his daughter and—” Helen (interrupting him and stamping her little foot)—And dad, “she’s got to be independent!” 42 THE REFLECTOR Silas (looking from one to the other in amazement and finally breaking out into a broad, good-natured smile)—Waal, children, ye must have powerful good ears an ye’re both perty durn smart, fur ye got me this time. (Puts their hands together.) God bless ye! The young people em- brace and Silas walks back to Maria and puts his arm around her.) Look at 'em, M’riar! Ain’t ye happy, though, M’riar? (They look happily at each other.) Curtain. Nellie Linn. A HOTEL MYSTERY CHARACTERS. Jennie O’Brien—Telephone operator. Breezy Adams—Salesman. Fritz Schmitt—Hotel proprietor. Gretchen Schmitt—His wife. Matt Jones, Mrs. Page—Mysterious pair. Swift Sam Dawson—Bell boy. Time—Noon of a gloomy fall day. Place—The foyer of a small hotel. Stage right is registration desk, cigar counter and stairs. Stage left, are two ’phone booths, a door, and in front of these is operators desk. At background is revolving door and two large plate glass windows, thru which the opposite side of street is seen. In corner of window is a large fern, and a few chairs placed near. Stage center is large high post with a round seat at base. At curtain rising, Jennie is discovered at her desk, reading dime novel and chewing gum. Jennie—Gosh ! The heroine's great—she lifts the half drowned lady and carries her —Oh, dear! (Spark is seen on switchboard and Jennie answers.) Jennie—Mr. Schmitt? No, he ain't here yet, gone to lunch, back at one or two. Sure! (Pulls out plug and picks up book. Switchboard sparks again.) Oh, gee! Say didn’t I tell ya’ he wuz out? lie always takes two hours to cat. Since when ? Oh, ever since I came. Do I ever go out with him? Well, I should say not! He always goes out without me, but if we happen to meet we stroll back together. Mercy no! But say, who are you, anyway? Must think I’m an information bureau. His wife? Good night? I never knew he owned such a thing. Coinin’over? Well, come along! (Pulls out plug, murmurs, “Wouldn’t that get your goat,” picks up book and reads a minute, till whistles blow announcing 12 o’clock. Takes instrument off head, jumps up, taking a card from desk drawer and goes behind registration desk for hat and coat. Places sign on desk, rushes out door just as a man with suit case comes in.) Breezy—What the Sam Hill? Who’s the dame ? (Puts down suit cases and goes out, looking down street. Re-enters.) Flew the coop! Some bird. (Louder.) Well, how’s business? (Discovers no one.) Oh, I say—where’s everybody? (Goes to desk and secs sign; picks up and reads: Gone to lunch, back when we re through. Write name in register, take a key from board and find room. If you're helpless, blind or feeble, wait till we get back.”) Gad! some hotel this, but looks comfy, so I’ll stay. (Writes name in book and takes key from board.) (Enter Swift Sam Dawson from stage left, with a wooden revolver in hand.) Swift Sam—Hands up, Mister, what yer doing thar? Breezy (turning around and laughing)— Well of all things. Where do you hail from m’lad! Swift Sam—Aw, cut out the mush now and tell me what ya' wuz doin’ behind thar? Breezy (coming to front of desk)—Only obeying orders, son, but please don’t flourish that beastly weapon so, I'm getting darn scared. Swift Sam—That’s what I wants yer to 43 THE REFLECTOR do. Whats yer orders, to rob the Beer Kegs under this here place (points down with gun) or the hotel of all its beauty. Breezy—Which arc you kiddin’, the hotel or me? Swift Sam (flourishing revolver)—I ain't kiddin’ nobody. I’m darn serious. Gee if I get this pull off. I’ll be a detective tomorrow. Breezy—Oh, so you want to be a detective. Well, well! (Enter Mrs. Schmitt from revolving door.) Mrs. S.—Gott in Himmel, vat’s all dis promotion? Boy, boy—drop dat gun. Swift Sam—Say Misses, can’t you see this is a hold-up game? Only dis man tinks he kin laff it off? Breezy—Pardon lady, is there anything you wish. All of my employes have gone to lunch. Swift Sam—Didn’t I tell ya’— Mrs. S.—Ah, I’m for my Dutchman of a husbandman looking, vat’s running around mit der chickens. Where’s dat brat of a girl? Ach! Breezy—Terribly sorry, Madame, saw no such gentleman or lady either. Are you sure he came here? Swift Sam—Aw gee! can’t— Mrs. S.—Why sure, he owns this place. Breezy (looking fearfully around, goes to suit cases and asks Swift Sam where the elevator is.) Swift Sam—Ain’t none. Walk!. This ain't a baby’s institute. But say, Mister, are you a crook? I’ve got a idea— Breezy—'Course not! Here, carry these up to my room and I’ll give you a quarter. (Both exit by stairs.) Mrs. S. has gone to registration took and is looking carefully through it. (Enter Mrs. Page, carrying dog, traveling bag and furs.) Mrs. Page—The proprietor, please. Mrs. S.—So you’re the woman vat’s running around mit my husband? Veil lady. I’m sorry I can’t apply mit your applications, for if I knew where he was myself, I’d wring his neck, and you’d better shoo out of here before I wring yours. Mrs. Page—Really you're astounding ! AH I want is a room. What do I want with your old— (Enter Mr. Schmitt and Jennie.) Mrs. S.—Veil, veil, Fritz, so you're back. But it’s too soon, alreaty, it's not two Ly der clock. And is dot de lady, wat you’re courtin’ around or is it dis one? Mr. S.—Ach listen, Gretchen. I’m not so worse. I never saw this lady, and this is only little telephone business Jennie who— Jennie (extending hand)—I’m very glad to meet you, Mrs. Schmitt. (Mrs. S. ignores her and tries to shake her husband.) Mrs. S.—You good for noddings. I go dis minute a divorce to buy. (Hurries out.) Mr. S. (going to counter)—Ach such a woman. But Jennie if she does come by der divorce, we’ll paint der town sky-blue-yellow. Jennie (innocently)—Oh, Mr. Schmitt. Mrs. Page—If you please, I want a room —about on the tenth floor. Mr. S.—Sorry, lady, we have only five floors. Will the fourth do, the missus lives on the fifth one. Mrs. Page—Mice, oh! Well. I'll try the fourth. (Enter Swift Sam. whistling.) Mr. S.—Here, Swift, take this lady to 423. Just follow him lady. Mrs. Page—Oh, I’ll carry my things, thank you Have you no lift? Swift Sam—A lift? Yo’m 'cept the dumb waiter, which starts from the basement at seven a. m., twelve and six p. m. daily. How— Mrs. Page—Well I’ll walk. Swift Sam—Chure I knew ycz would. Ya’ ain't a baby yet. (Both exit by stairs.) (Jennie meanwhile has removed hat and coat and resumed place at desk answering a few calls.) Mrs. S. (coming to Jennie's desk)—Ach did you see that funny woman. She forget to register. 44 THE REELECTOR Jennie (reading and mumbling while eating candy)—Um-m. Mr. S.—And the swell gowns. Himmel if my wife dressed like that, I’d throw up mit de divorce. Jennie—Give her some money and don't spend so much foolishly. Mr. S.—Spend so much—why— Jennie—Did va buy or steal this candy? Mr. S. (going to counter)—Now, Jennie, of course I didn’t— Jennie (absently)—Didn’t what? Say— (Answers phone.) (Enter Swift Sam, going to window and sit's in chair, pulling book out of pocket.) Jennie—Mr Schmitt is there a lady here name of Spage? Mr S (looking in register)—Chess I tink no-no. Jennie—No, no such a person. Yes, sure! Mr. S. (seeing card on floor runs to pick it up and reads)—“Mrs. S. Page, San Francisco, California.’’ Chure, Mrs. Page not Spage. She's de funny woman. Jennie—Just a minute. Yes, she's here— Mr. Schmitt, room number, please? Mr. S.—Four twenty-three. Jennie (pulling out plug with a jerk)— Don’t answer. No! Sam go see— (Enter Mrs. S. hurriedly.) Mrs. S.—Himmel, Himmel, Himmel, a woman hanging on an awning out there! LETTERS IN February 24th. Dearest Lucy:- Do you remember that night just before you went away to school when we talked about our ideal men? You know we promised each other that if we ever met him or even saw some one whom we thought looked like him, we would tell each other. Well. I have met. or. I mean, seen my ideal man. At least I think he would be if I knew him better. You know those terrible old cars that our city is blessed with, the ones which Jennie! A woman ! (Jennie, followed by Swift Sam, runs out revolving door, and both soon re-enter carrying the woman and placing her on a chair.) (Enter Matt Jones hurriedly.) Say where is Mrs. Page? Mr. S.—Vat I say over there. She’s almost suicide committed. Chess ! Mrs. S.—Ach, send for the doctor. Quick. Sam some warm ice water. (Matt Jones goes to Mrs. Page and rubs her hand, while Mr. and Mrs. Schmitt flurry around talking low.) (Enter Swift Sam with a pitcher of water. Jennie rubs Mrs. Page’s head with cold water and Mrs. Page partly revives and mumbles.) :Mrs. Page—Oh, Matt, darling, I never meant it. (Sits up suddenly and sees Matt.) Oh, Matt! (Enter Breezy in shirt sleeves.) Breezy—What's all this about? (Sees Jennie.) Jennie.) Why, Jennie O’Brien, my old-time sweetheart! Jennie! Breezy! (Curtain falls with Matt and Mrs. Page talking by window. Jennie and Breezy in each other’s arms, and Mr. and Mrs. Schmitt with arms around each other smilingly looking on, while Swift Sam sneaks out revolving door.) Beulah Bauer. CONFIDENCE have two long rows of seats where the people sitting opposite nearly stare you to pieces? I was going to school this morning and was so unfortunate (?) as to get on one of those cars. As usual I was reading my history lesson over and I happened to raise my eyes as I turned a page. Just across from me sat a young man who was staring at me intensely. I dropped my eyes hurriedly but I knew he was the— ideal. I will try to describe him to you. although I only got a glixipse of him. 1 45 TIIE REFLECTOR think he is tall and rather slender, has brown eyes and presumably black hair. He was carefully dressed—remember we both agreed that our ideal must always have his trousers nicely pressed. By raising my eyes to a height of about two feet from the floor I could see that his hands were nicely manicured. Doesn’t he sound interesting? I wonder if I shall ever sec him again? Write and tell me what you think of him. Lovingly, Adeline. February 27th. Dearest Lucy:-Thc ideal must live near here as he got on at the same stop I did this morning. Do you know, he interests me very much. I wonder what his name is. I suppose I shall call him the “Ideal”, although it does sound like a store advertisement. Don’t you wish you were here so you could see him and belt me speculate about him? Affectionately, Adeline. March 6th. Dearest Confessor You will have to bear all my ravings patiently. 1 didn’t see the “Ideal'’ for nearly a week until this morning. It seems as if we had known each other before. I did a very stupid thing this morning. In some way I dropped one of my gloves when 1 got on the car and I didn’t realize the fact until the “Ideal came stalking up the aisle with it in his hand. He seemed to know that it was mine and gave it to me as if he was used to picking up gloves and returning them without being thanked for it. I thanked him and I know I turned red because I felt annoyed that I had dropped my glove, for I thought he might think I had done it on purpose. Do you suppose he would? Your troubled, March 28th. Dearest Lucy :-I haven’t written to you for ages altho I see the “Ideal” almost every day. He is the Ideal” no longer. I mean I don't call him that any more because I found out his name this morning. You remember Marian Powell, who lives over on Dean street ? Well, she was on the car this morning and the ‘‘Ideal sat down beside her and began to talk to her. I looked at her several times and so when he got off she came over and sat down beside me. She asked me if I was going to the bazaar which is to be held at the club tomorrow' evening. I told her that I would be there, of course, and she said that Mr. Chase was going to do some slight-of-hand performances for them as they are arranging a little program. I asked her who Mr. Chase was and she said: Why don’t you know' Oliver Chase? He is the young man who was talking to me when you got on.” I told her that I had seen him quite often on the cars, but had never met him. She said that he certainly was worth knowing as he was one of the most prominent professors at the College. She said perhaps she could manage to give me an introduction to him at the bazaar! Just think—to meet him and really know him. Anxiously waiting, Adeline. March 29th. Dearest Lucy— You shall be troubled no more—but let me begin at the beginning. I dressed carefully for the bazaar this evening and was escorted thither by my dutiful brother. Marian Powell hrd charge of the candy stand but got some one to take her place while we went to the litt’c program which had been arranged. Mr. Chase is really a very clever slight-of-hand performers. When it was over he 46 Adeline. THE REFLECTOR sat down near the door. We went over to him and Marian said: Oliver, I would like you to meet a friend of mine, Miss Roberts. He acknowledged the introduction and, of course. I had to murmur some polite, common-place remark. Before I realized it, Marian, the little snip, had slipped away and left me stranded. But I didn't mind that or at least I thought I wouldn’t. Before 1 knew what he was doing, he turned to the stout, florid woman who stood at his right and said: “Miss Roberts, I would like you to know my wife.” Disgustedly, Adeline. A SUBURBAN RIDE I had successfully boarded the car. An extraordinarily bulky bundle which I dropped on the back platform accompanied me. One seat only was vacant—a little two-by-four next to the back door, which 1 apropriated at once. The person beside me did not move, his three hundred pounds forbade such exertion. Therefore I sat facing the aisle. f Every stop added new passengers and the ear became filled. Though 1 became anxious for the contents of my bundle I had no chance of looking after it. since it was hidden in a mass of swaving humanity. I say “swaying for the motorman, evidently late, was attempting to make up time. We hit a sharp curve. A lady preparing to get off, swayed, struggled to keep from falling, and then capitulated into my lap. “Pardon me,” she said. “Certainly, with pleasure. I replied. I turned the other way. but I felt her eyes pierce my back with an icy glance. Meanwhile a commotion on the back platform caught my attention. A little man with a bristling mustachio and sundry other unnecessaries, evidently a foreigner. had not noticed my bundle and upon going around the curve, had stumbled and pitched forward completing an Annette Kellermann dive into the crowd. He was now separating himself with difficulty from the group and from my bundle. After righting himself he said: “Whose bundle is that?” Mine, 1 answered promptly. “What's in it?” Eggs! I laughed wickedly. He didn’t want to sec how many he had broken, but moved toward the front of the car. Eggs were expensive and since I happened to be the larger man, he hesitated to view the remains. I had only been kidding him and T did not think he would belive me lor I was on my way to the country; and whoever heard of a person bringing eggs from the city to the country? Therefore, I had laughed. A few minutes later I arrived at my destination and got off the car with the bundle, which contained my old working clothes and a few of my other belongings. I was about to begin my education rs a farmer. P. B. THE EAGLE. Behold yon soaring eagle smudge the sky With black that streams from the sable of his wings! Upon his foul envenomed breath he flings His fiendish screams, as, swooping from on high. Destroying all his fiery eyes descry, With cruel ashes of those eyes he stings, And throttles with his iron claws the things That harmless, helpless, raise a piteous cry! But see! A bird of greater might, the sheen Of gold upon his plumes, his clear strong call Like God's own righteous thunder, soars to war! To c!imb aloft, the gulden one, o’er all Floats—strikes—victor for ever more ! Betii Woodruff. 47 THE REFLECTOR THE APPROACH OF NIGHT. The last rich rays of sunset rare Shed glorious, wondrous gleams. Half-lighting branches here and there,— A heavenly home it seems. The glimmer pales; the light fast fails; Winged darkness hither flies. The silhouette of drowsy sails Against a gray sky dies. O'er all the earth a silence reigns; Mysterious, mild, the night. The peaceful moon her fair beam deigns, Clear pools reflect soft light. The nightingale with sweet refrain. High, high, on heavenward course, Brings joy to those in grief and pain, lends comfort to remorse. The children Stars the sky have lined; They, too. cheer weary men. O, Night! thou lovely Night and kind, We welcome thee again! Nettie Linn, T8. CARPE DIEM. What becomes of the days and the hours— Where do the moments fly! So many times have I meant to write. But the time has hurried by. So at the last moment I have scribbled. A poem without a rhyme. Today is such a little while For more there isn't time. Ah, do not let your chances Like the sunbeams pass away. Never put aside for tomorrow The work that can be done today. Nina Gunn. A USUAL HAPPENING. A Doreen box floating around, Owner can't be found. H. White comes down the line, “Why that box is mine. MYSTERIES TO BE SOLVED. Why H. White combs her hair every lunch hour ? Why A. Dougherty likes tea so well? Why I. Bowersox’s hair is so curly? Why K. Green always looks so mad? Why A. Sydow is so funny? Why R. Rogoff is so quiet ? Why G. Apthorp is so serious? Why D. Smith talks so fast? Why J. Miller is so hashful? Why J. Caldwell is so cute? Why E. Saguc likes a straight dance program ? WOULDN’T THIS BE A DULL OLD SCHOOL IF; Arnold Sydow didn't grin. Ruth Ewing was a pessimist. Helen White’s eyes didn't twinkle. Hampton Andrus wasn’t happy. Agnes Dougherty didn’t giggle. Martha Johnson lost her smile. Dorothy Hosier was ever sad. Bob Kine had no sense of humor. Sue MacKenzie lost her temper. Clifford Wright didn't crack jokes. Paul Meloy forgot to laugh. Anna Tobin wasn’t in good humor. Robert Gould was sweet—yet sober. Dorothy Smith was grouchy. Margaret Tobin couldn’t take a joke. SENIOR JINGLES There is a young fellow named Frank. Who used to be such a crank, But now there's a girl Who makes his brain whirl; So her, let us all thank. They say there's a young fellow called Bill, Who often drinks punch with a will He’s a regular sport, And likes fun of a sort. But his isn't the pace that will kill. Hampton is a jolly lad, He loves his “Solid so. He always did like Math. I’ve heard, That’s why he takes it slow. 48 the reflector There is a young lady named Freeman I've heard she spends all her time dreamin . Her friend’s in the service Which makes her so nervous. I’ll tell you right here, he’s no seaman. Young Sydow likes all the blond girlies. And greatly admires bright curlies! It's not only the curls. More especially the girls, That makes Arnold’s heart have the whirlies THE BEQUEATH THESE THINGS TO GLENVILLE FOR FUTURE USE. His brains .............................Bob Kline His dignified manner..........Paul Meloy Her cleverness .....Margaret McNamara Her quiet ways.....................Marjorie Cook Her striped waist.........Margaret Tobin His laugh (?) ..............Arnold Sydow His geometry record......... Ham'' Andrus What is left of the class dues..Juanita Kelly A curl ..................Martha Johnson Those sparking brown eyes..Betty Sague Ill’s winning smile........Frank Kadow Her cheerful disposition---Florence Flint His one failing.................C. W'inkler Her glasses...................Emma Forman His daily cup of colTee.......Biil Jenks Some of his dramatic art....Lloyd Taylor SOME BOOKS AND THEIR SENIOR AUTHORS. Stage Hints................Nina Gunn The Permanent Wave.........Paul Meloy Laughing—An Aid to Good Health----- ....................... Hc’en Lehr Geometry as a Pastime... .‘‘Ham’' Andrus Success.................... Bob Kline Being a Cashier............Kate Ammon Hair is Woman’s Crowning Glory..... .................... Martha Johnson A Thoroughbred Gentleman. .John Gibson A Locker Ornament............A. Sydow The Better Way..........Sue MacKenzie All About Oratory.........Grant Apthory The Last Word in Paris Models..M. Tobin Beauties and Wonders of California.... ........................... E. Cockley Just a Pocket Edition..............Dot Smith Paderewski the Second...........Nellie Linn The Lure of Auburn Hair.... Betty Sague Juggling Icc—A Vocation for Boys.... .......................... F. Kadow Running a High School Hash House---- ......... R. Ewing and M. McNamara Being a Manager............Paul Bixler WE WONDER WHY: Bob Kline likes red bow ties. M. Freeman jumps when a Cadillac with yellow wheels appears. George Behncr changed the style of his hair cut. Mary Coughlin likes a certain part of Nottingham. Mr. Biddle comes in after eight every morning. Wilfred Greenwood didn't grow up. A SENIOR FELLOW'S IDEAL GIRL— Sue MacKenzie’s hair. Martha Johnson's eyes. Florence Zornow's complexion. Margaret Freeman’s eyebrows. Mary Coughlin’s eye lashes Margaret McNamara's dimple. Helen Lehr’s laugh. Juanita Kelly’s voice. Anna Tobin’s disposition. Nellie Linn’s brains. Helen Gordon’s cleverness. Margaret Tobin's wit. Anne I.aughlin’s style. A SENIOR GIRL’S IDEAL FELLOW— Ham’s” smile. Paul Meloy's hair. Arnold Sydow's eyes. Clifford Winkler’s stature. Bob Kline’s brains. Grant Apthorp’s executive ability. Lloyd Taylor's sense of humor. Frank Kadow’s manner. “Bill” Jenk’s disposition. Ted” Lederer’s nonchalant air. 49 THE REFLECTOR FAVORITE SAYINGS. •’As far as thats concerned”. .Mr. Towne ‘ Oil, that’s ducky”.....Margaret Freeman ■‘I'll say” ................“Bob” Kline “Bring pen and paper to class”....... ........................ Miss Edwards •‘What d’ye want .........Frank Kadow “Wait’ll I tell you ........Alma Killion Thumbs down” ..............“Ham Andrus Da-gone it .............Mary McNamara “Hello, Sweetie ............Ruth Ewing Wanta Stamp?”.............George Behner “Love Me?” ............... ‘M.” Forman That’s perfectly legitimate .Grant Apthorp ‘‘Oh, Kid” .........................Irene Bowersox ‘ Oh, listen Marg, I’ve got sumpin’ to tell you” ............... Helen Lehr Oh. It’s a Scream ......Miriam Kohn FAVORITE SONG OF OUR SENIORS. “Give Me the Moonlight ....M. Freeman Just a Voice to Call Me Dear . .M. M. M. ‘‘I’m Going to Follow the Boys”..Emma F. Chop-Sticks”....................“Bill Jenks When the Ships Come Home'L.R. Ewing ‘You’re in Love” ...............Miriam Kohn Kiss Me Again ...........Helen Lehr In the Land of Wedding Bells ...... .......................... C. Winkler Good-Bye Girls I'm Thru” .......... ..................... “Ham Andrus The Siren Song ........Anne I.aughlin The Wild, Wild Women . .Lloyd Taylor Along Came Another Little Girl .... ........................ “Tux” Sydow Yoo-hoo! Won’t you come out and play ..............................W. Greenwood ■’Sunbeam Sue”.......................S. MacKenzic •‘OUR VALEDICTORIAN. i. Bob Kline is just the boy, you know Who likes to go to the picture show We saw him in a “box” one night, But then,—he always does things right. II. This Bob, he is a waiter fine, I know, for with us he did dine; He ate so fast—the tray he passed With just such skill as waiter’s “dast.” G—rcat in debating, R—ight good at the dance; A—nd an expert at skating. N—ever losing a chance— T—hough he doesn't love Latin. A—nd he calls it a jest, P—erhaps it’s ’cause that’n T—o him is a pest. H—ow he spells his name, O—r what girl he likes best— R—emember her name?— P—erhaps you have guessed. R—ed cheeks and fair hair. U—ndeniably pretty: T—hey say she’s witty. H—aven’t you seen her? E—very body likes her. W—herever she goes. 1—s it any wonder? N—ever wants for beaux? G—oing some, by thunder ! H—appy as the day is long, A—Kvays ready with a song. M—anlv greeting to the throng. A—and if one will but observe N—ow and then his attitude D—epicts a considerable lot of nerve; R—eflects a commendable aptitude. U—nder wraps, S—o to speak. A FEW “INITIALED BEINGS— H—is M—ajesty X—owne. H—is H—ighness C—ully E—xtremely C—ool and D—ecided, don't you think? J—list E—ver pleasant and C—aim is he. 50 THE REELECTOR H—igh school wouldn’t be C—omplete, they sav, without B—iddie, and his “O. Is. H—is R—oyal H—igness. I—mpossible to M—ove 0— r sway, so wc have discoverc l. K—lever to a high degree. W—e all admit her to be: K—an't you guess this she ? 1— immie is R—eal M—anly R—ather L—ike a K—ewpic G—rant is always T—here with A—cheery smile. H—er name affords us a G—ood distinction between W—hite and black. H—er M—errv L—augh wins many friends. M—erry M—odcst M—aidcnly F—rank is a C—lever K—id. A—fellow F—ond of S—port. M—ost P—eople like “K—ohns.” WE, AS OTHERS SEE US. Rob Kline ...................... Kewpie Frank Kadow ..................... Venus Hampton Andrus .................... Ham Helen Woodruff ................. Caruso Paul Bixlcr ......................’’Bix Martha Johnson .................. Fuzzy Ethel Murray .................... Curly Juanita Kelly ..................... Bob Emma Forman ........................ ‘M Arnold Sydow ...................... Tux Clifford Wright ..................... C Ruth Ewing.................... Sunshine Alma Killion ....................... A1 Lawrence Jenks ................... Bill Katherine Ammon .................. Kate Edith Cockley .....................“Ede Elizabeth Sague ................‘‘Betty Margaret McNamara .............. Peggie Dorothy Halter .................... Dab Helen Lcher ..................... Billy Mary Coughlin ..................... May led Galvin..................... Lizzard Paul Meloy ......................“Ruff SENIORS FAREWELL. May be sung to the tune of The Soldier's Farewell.'’ How can we bear to leave thee. One parting cheer we ll give thee. And then whate'er befalls us. We'll go where honor calls us. Chorus. Farewell, farewell, to Glenville High. Farewell to friends we deem so high. Ne'er more may we behold thee. The School we love so dearly. With work and fun before us, We’ll do what thou hast taught us. We'il think of thee with longing. Our lives with duties thronging. And then with thoughts returning We'll remember Glenville's learning. Ruth Anderson Ewing. '18. 51 THE REFLECTOR THE REELECTOR WRANGLERS The commencement exercises will end the activity of the following boys as members of the Wrangler society: Robert Kline, Hampton Andrus. John Gibson, Wilfred Greenwood, Emil Gaspard, Frank Ka-dow. Paul Meloy and Lawrence Jenks. Not only will the club te sorry to lose the boys but they certainly feel that in giving up active association with the Wrangler spirit and many pleasant affairs connected with it, a large portion of the pleasure derived from school life will be lost. However, wc hope to have them back with us at least once next year at another Wrangle Banquet. How long we will en- joy this banquet. Wc doubt if we ever forget it. It was a thing of beauty and ioy forever and our one wish is that we may hold it annually. The members that have taken an active part in this year’s work are all pleased with the results shown, for in no one of the club’s ventures is there the record of a failure, and considering these conservative times, we have several remarkable successes. With the aid of Mr. Monahan and the new men coming in next year, the outlook for the future is very promising. The Wranglers extend the wishes for a very happy vacation to the whole school. OFFICERS. President .......................Robert Kline Vice President .....................Ed. Parker Secretary .........................John Gibson Treasurer .....................Harrison Rose Master Programs..........James Anderson Asst. Master Programs----Elmer Lindscth Sergt.-at-Arms ..........Wm. Horrigan MEMBERS. Hampton Andrus Geoffrey Archbold Fred Aul Paul Bixler Leslie Carter James Eldredge Herbert Florence Paul Freer Emil Gaspard Robert Gould Wilfred Greenwood James Harmacek Harry Houk Lawrence Jenks Frank Kadow Barrett King Paul Meloy Thos. McCausland Douglas McDonald Arnold Sydow Wm. Templeman Lawrence Wilson ?3 THE KHN.KVTOK 54 THE REFLECTOR CRITERION The happines of the Criterion girls has been dimmed by the loss of one of our members. Helen Feil. on account of illness, left school last term temporarily. Very few of us knew that she was seriously ill and all were very much shocked to learn of her death on May -4th. The Senior Criterion girls attended the funeral in a body. Although Helen has not been among us for some time, the club, as well the school, will hold dear her memory. The soldiers utility bags are all finished and we feel quite proud of our handiwork. As a grand finale to the terms’ work an outing is planned at the Beach. OFFICERS. Susan MacKenzie .............. President (2nd term; vice president 1st term.) Juanita Kelly ........... Vice President (2nd term.) Emma Forman .................. Treasurer Dorothy Smith.............Cor. Secretary Kathryn Green ......Recording Secretary Nina Gunn ....................... Critic MEMBERS. Mary Coughlin Margaret Tobin Margaret Freeman Margaret McNamara (Pres. 1st term.) Edith Cockley Pearl Robinson Ruth Ewing Helen Lehr Eleanor West Eleanor Emerich Jean Herron Roma Paehlkc Beatrice Andrews Marian Stedman Martha Warner Cecelia Shively Mildred Damon Elizabeth Browning Frances Bathrick Florence Kellam Helen McMorris Virginia Whitworth. 55 THE REFLECTOR 56 THE REFLECTOR BETA SIGMA Now that wc are nearing the end of our school year we are glad to look back and know that it has not been wasted. Besides having some very fine programs where we had a great many modern plays read. v c have organized a Red Cross Auxiliary. The girls have hemmed approximately 1500 handkerchiefs this semester. Beside doing this at our club meetings and at home, se go Friday evenings to the Bratenahl branch of the Red Cross and succeeded one evening in making over 1500 surgical dressings. Tune, however, will not see the end of our Red Cress activities, as we intend to con-tinre our work through the summer. We have also provided a number of books for our soldiers in France. Contrary to oui usual custom, we did not have the Alumnae banquet this year at the Hollcnden, for wc felt it would be more patriotic to give all our energies to Red Cross work. But wc have had many informal parties at the homes of some of our members. At the beginning of the term Agnes Dougherty entertained us at her home and here wc got acquainted with our new members. Our president then entertained us and we enjoyed a very fine spread. Anna Miller had a “kid’s party and wc all acted the parts to perfection. Altogether, we count this as a very profitable year, both from the standpoint of the amount of work we have accomplished, and the good times wc have had. Now wc can all sing: Should Beta Sigma be forgot. And times of auld long syne. Should Beta Sigma be forgot And never called to min’! OFFICERS Helen White .....................Fresident Agnes Dougherty........................Vice President Beth Woodruff ....................Secretary Louise Miller.....................Treasurer Alma Killion............Secy, of Literature Miss Orbison .......................Faculty Advisor MEMBERS Anna Benson Irene Bowcrsox Myrtle Fryer Helen Gordon Malvine Heller Dorothy Hopcraft Miriam Kohn Norma Lewis Nellie Linn Anna Miller Ethel Murray Mary Black Lola Rightmire Ruth Schuelc Mildred Drews Vcola Siegel Lisette Spies Dorothy Radde Katherine Turcotte Flizabeth Wise Helen Bidlingmayer Janice Carnahan Mildred Evans Frances Gavin Mildred Haas Gladys Jedlicka Mildred Kanally Lucille Keller Fayette Yelsky 59 THE 1 EE LECTOR 58 THE REFLECTOR DRAMATIC CLUB Our lirst attempt in war service entertainments proved successful, financially at least, for vc cleared enough to support one French orphan, and more performances will follow. At one of our recent meetings. Helen Eye’s excellent II R speech was given, which disclosed knowledge greatly needed by all our members and which makes us feel quite versed in stage-craft. This feeling was enhanced after a very interesting visit to the Play House, which the Club made one afternoon recently. Mr. O'Neil, the director, took us all over and explained to us the intricacies of the stage, lighting system and the cyclorama in a way most enjoyable and profitable. OFFICERS. I.lovd Taylor ..................President Cecilia Shively ...........Vice President Grant Apthorp ..................Treasurer Virginia Whitworth .............Secretary MEMBERS. Nellie Linn Juanita Kelly Martha Johnson Ruth Schuele Elizabeth Browning Helen Fve Nina Gunn Katharine Turcotte Florence Mandclbaum Jean Herron Herbert Florence Elmer Lindscth William Horrigan Paul Flannel Lawrence Wilson Francis Bowman Herbert Hall Harry Houk Robert Kline Myron Weiss James Anderson Harrison Rose Wendell Wheelock FACULTY MEMBERS Mrs. L. S. Bowcrfind Miss Katherine Wick Kelly Miss Gertrude Campbell Mr. Fred Elliot THE REFLECTOR 60 THE REFLECTOR ORCHESTRA Tua, Turn, Turn, Sis. Boom, Ah! These are the sweet strains of music which can be heard every Thursday, issuing forth from the Auditorium. We are proud to say that- under the direction of our spritely Mr. Davis, our orchestra has rapidly increased in pep. We are sure you have seen this proved and that you have appreciated our efforts. In spite of our hard work we have managed to have very many good times, for All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” We will he left with a few vacancies when the Class of 1918 leaves us, but we are looking forward for their places to be refilled, so if you play any musical instrument, come join our army. OFFICERS. Edward Parker...................President Dorothy Bell...............Vice President George Bchncr..............Sec.-Treasurcr George Muxin ...................Librarian MEMBERS. Leslie Hinchcliflfe Dorothy Radde Maxwell McRoberts Arthur Koeckcrt Edith Lyle Verne Neville Ruth Leary Bernard Stern Lockwood White Beulah Bauer Victoria Grant Blanche McRoberts Faith Snover George Maxim Priscilla Kooncc Frances Bowman Irwin Unger Milton Klein Phillip Dragotti. 61 THE REFLECTOR 62 THE REFLECTOR FORENSIC You will all remember the oratorical contest which was staged before the school last year, and Mr. Cully's statement that it would be repeated the following term. However, due to the fact that the remaining time is so short that each week henceforth is provided with a program, it has been decided to omit the event this year. The Forensic Club has been reluctant to abide by this decision, and has formulated plans for one such contest of its own. It is to be staged at 3:30, May 20, in the auditorium, and is to be in reality an open meeting of the club. Everybody is invited to attend, and the price of admission including the war tax will be nothing. The contestants may choose their own subjects, and the judges are to be Messrs. Towne and Tichcr, and Miss Davies. The prizes have not been definitely decided. This event is to be one well worth while, and will give enjoyment to all who attend. President .... OFFICERS .Paul Harmel Vice President ..Leslie Kirbv .Secretary .Wilbur Lewis Treasurer . . . . Frances Bowman MEMBERS Henry Diener Alexander Miller Herbert Hall Morris Neidus Herbert Weinman George Behncr Edgar Stocker Lloyd Taylor Earl Toon Wendell Whcelock George Goldman Paul Exline Theodore Wenger Henry Moon Albert Cornsweet John M. Brown Melbourne Scwartz Morris Frederick Horace Fitzgerald Leon Feuer Milton Glick Harold Grossman Henry Hertz Walter Hasenpflug Abram Kaplan Leon Metzger Stanley Saks Thos. Whitworth Abe Ravitch 63 TIIE REFLECTOR C4 THE REFLECTOR GIRLS’ GLEE CLUB We have come to the close of a very delightful semester and our only regret is that the end is so near. Under the direction of our very humorous Mr. Davis, we all believe that something has been accomplished, for the “pep” which one always needs to sing was certainly there. Our spreads, though few and far between, have been grand affairs and greatly enjoyed by all. We were in hopes of giving a big Home Concert, but time flies so quickly that v arc afraid it will have to be postpone until next fall. However, if some of the? days you hear a loud cannon report ai nouncing that splendiferous occasion, be ) all faithful and come lest yc miss somethir grand. The outgoing class will leave a fc vacancies but we are hoping that these w be well filled next term so that the lo will not be greatly (?) noticed. OFFICERS. Ruth Hanlon President Susan MacKenzie Vice President Beulah Bauer , Sec.-Treasurer Ruth McAnnich Dorothy Doolittle Sergt.-at-Arms MEMBERS. Katherine Ammon Mildred Kanallv Frances Bathrick Bertha Kinkelaar Dorothy Bell Maizie Lark Margaret Buerkel Florence Lomnitz I.eon a Burch Helen McCarthy Helen Bidlingmayer Dorothy McLean Ruth Cook Elsie Moody Carmela Doyno Beryl Osborne Mildred Drews Helen Page Edna Felhaber Agnes Passed Frances Gavin Grace Paulson Marie Gerstenberger Hazel Paynter Victoria Grant Sylvia Regar Gladys Green Louise Sinks Kathryn Green Anna Simmermacher Bernice Groh Ruth Simmermacher Dorothy Halter Ranghild Stromfers Dorothy Hastings Ruth Heighton Ruth Wurts. 65 Till: REFLECTOR THE REFLECTOR RES PUBLICA ROMANJA We began the semester with a regular old Roman feast There was an abundance of grape juice, honey, fruit and nuts. The citizens sat a great U-shaped table so that Hebe might pass up the center serving the fruit The guests of honor were the new members to whom the noble consuls had just administered the oath of ailcgiance, and whose temples were bound with purple and white fillets However, in spite of this grand occasion, we were quite satisfied that wc live in these modern times. Although the semester has been occupied with subjects pertaining to Latin, yet we are all very much interested in the modern world, too. So plans for adopting a war orphan are well under way, and as a grand climax we had a fine get together meeting at the home of the esteemed aedile, Helen White. MEMBERS Harold Anderson Grant Apthorp George Behner Nathalie Bicderman Mary Black Mildred B rant son Alice Codling Elizabeth Delavie Agnes Dougherty Lamella Doyno Donald Fairbairn Arthur Fetzcr Leon Feucr Seville Fryer Marion Goldman Mildred Haas Malvine Heller Dorothy Hopcraft Arthur Horesh Alma Killion Miriam Kohn Lora Komfeld Lillian Levine Edith Lyle Helen McMorris Alexander Miller Anna Miller Finley Newman Ruth Nicklin Lcrna Owen Sadie Sill ernian Dorothy Smith Hancel Smith Lisette Spies Sylvia Stein Dorothy Van Gordor Helen White Elizabeth Wise Beth Woodruff Dorothy Wright Florence Zornow 67 The reflector 68 THE REFLECTOR SCIENCE CLUB This newly-organized Biological Cluh came into existence March 1st, with a membership of about thirty-six. The very fact that there is such a club in the school makes more interesting our course in Biology. Our meetings thus far have been confined indoors, but as the summer days are now approaching we are making plans for trips into the woods, where we hope to become acquainted with many interesting things in nature and especially to study the flowers. Just at resent we are looking forward to a trip to Bedford Glens on May 17th, where we expect to have one glorious time. OFFICERS Alma Killion ................. President Irene Bowersox..................President Norma Lewis .................... Secretary Ethel Murray ................. Treasurer EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Agnes Douherty. Chairman Dorothy Hosier Ruth Schuelc MEMBERS. Margaret Buerkel Justina dayman Alice Codling Edith Cockley Emma Forman Helen Gordon Nina Gunn Dorothy Hopcraft Helen I.ehr Anna Miller Louise Miller Sylvia Newman Anna Tobin Helen White Helen Woodruff Luella Zizelman Barbara Smith Ruth Hanlon Edna Harder Mildred Stenberg Marian Taylor Evelyn Finley Ruth Heighton Bertha Kinkelaar Grace Newcomb Dorothy Rath Maude Conger Fleanore Emcrich 69 rUli REFLECTOR 70 THE REFLECTOR CIRCULO HISPANICO The Spanish r Inb (El Circulo Hispanico) was organized in the Spring of 1917. It is composed of Glenville’s first Spanish class, a class of thirty-five to establish the new branch of study in our curriculum. The exercises of the Club are given in Spanish and meetings are held once in two weeks, a regular class period being used for this purpose. The meetings of the past three months have been indicative of a good club spirit and unusual willingness to co-operate with Mr. Lensner, who is in charge of the club. There are short literary programs at each - meeting. They consist of declamations, orations, essays, stories, etc. Folk-songs and other typically Spanish songs (e. g.—the characteristic Jotas ) are to become a regular feature. The club will subscribe to and study at the meetings 'EI Panorama,” a recently established Spanish magazine for American schools. A number of books and a large wall map of South America have been donated to the school. We look forward to a profitable year. THE FRENCH CLUB. For a club that has ust started, the French Club has proven a great success. The programs have ben varied and very interesting. Many of the people who did not attend these meetings have missed some valuable development in their French course, for the songs and poems that were sung at these meetings cannot be sung in the classes. When the French Club organizes next year, let us hope that more can qualify as members for it will be some honor to belong to the French Club of Glcnville. We wish you all a happy and prosperous vacation. FRIENDSHIP CLUB. “Over the top” has been the F. C.’s slogan for the past term. We have gone over the top in our quotas for knitting and scrap books. But then came our reward— The Annual Banquet—which was held May 18, at the Y. W. Oh, what a time we had! Every one came all dressed up; and the eats, well, its a good thing Mr. Hoover wasn’t there. After we had all we wanted to eat we listened to the speaker of the evening and then unwillingly home. Now that it’s starting to get hot we are planning for our two weeks’ camping trip at Madi-son-on-th-Lake, so we say to those girls who haven’t signed up. you better hurry. These are the officers for next year: President .................. Martha Warner Vice President .......Catherine Spaulding Secretary ................. Dorothy Deasc Treasurer.................... Beryl Osborne 71 Tllli REFLECTOR tCfjc deflector Volume IV. CLEVELAND. JUNE. 1918 Number 7 Published 1'or And By The Students Of Glenville High Robert Kline, 'IS Editor-in-Chief Paul Bixler, Business Mgr. Elmer Linosetii, Advertising Mgr. Frances Bathrick, ’19. Geoffrey Arch bold, '19 Margaret McNamara, 18 Mary Black. T9 Herbert Florence. '19 Mildred Damon, '19 Harrison Rose. ’19 Edna Harder. '19 Mildred Evans. '19 Helen McMorris, ’19 Roma Paeiilke, ’19 John Brown, ’20 Mildred Drews, '20. Abram Kaplan. '19 Arthur Baier. '20 Faculty William Waite, '20 Miss Pickard Miss Davies Mr. Beman All contributions must be put in the He.lector Box. Room 8. not later than the twentieth day of the month EDITORIALS The outgoing IIA class has not been a class above the average Our IIa Class intelligence or behavior, a class of human beings, capable of misdeeds as well as of extraordinary work and helpfulness. They early had members who became prominent in school activities and it cannot be said that they have ever shirked their duty. For four years the members of the class have worked and played together as a big family, each one helping the fellow next to him. Now they have completed the happiest four years of their life, their high-school career, and are about to scatter to the four winds. Doubtless they are looking forward to their explorations in mysterious fields of life with expectation mingled with fear. Who can tell what life holds? Some may go into the service of their country, to fight and give their lives if necessary. Others may be great men and women of whom the rest of the class may well be proud. And still others may be that very essential constituent of society, the everyday man. However, regardless of what walks of life the various members of the class follow, regardless of how widely scattered the members may be. we sincerely hope that they may not forget the school which gave them their start, the school from which they made their commencement, Glenvillc High. It is their school now as well as it is yottt school and as long as Glenville High School remains it will be their school and your school. And now, Graduating Class, as you leave us, we wish to tell you how sorry we are to see you who have been with us for these four years depart. But. regard’ess of our sorrow that you must go, we wish to congratulate you upon your success in school and extend to your our heartiest wishes that life may be good to you and may treat you as you deserve. Well may we say “Glenvillc” with reverence. It is “our school” and Glenville we may be proud of it with just cause. It is true that some of our teams have hard luck and do not make “a big noise” in interscholastic contests. This is no disgrace as long as we can say that the players played for the school and played as gentlemen should, a clean, hard game. No school accuses us of having used underhand methods to win. 73 THE REFLECTOR Our name has been kept clean. Then, too, we have a debating team which no school meets with impunity. In fact we have a team which, in itself, would make up for any deficiencies in the other branches of interscholastic activities. It is indeed formidable. Finally, to cap the climax, in these times when it is the duty and privilege of every American to help his country, Glenville has steadily and consistently been buying War Savings Stamps at an enviable rate. If Glenville were a negligible quantity in everything else, if our teams never won a game, and if our school had not the reputation that it has, we could still be proud that in this time of need, in this time when the whole world is topsy-turvy, Glenville has been ready and willing to extend her help to the fullest of her ability. And so, as we said in the first place, we may well say, “Glenville” with reverence and love. Someone has said, “All final statements are false, including this one.” Changing What better illustration Opinion than the present war? Two years ago many of us were indifferent, indeed, some of those who held opinions favored Germany. Little at that time was known of German propaganda, treachery, or frightfulness. America was only a spectator—and a poor one at that. A year ago a great shock came to us when the President ordered war. Only after pondering the question, did we come to agree with him. We, the American people, had been sleeping when we had considered ourselves the most wide-awake and advanced people in the world. Still, we did not realize the gravity of the coming conflict. This was only natural, for war demands extreme and radical departures from ordinary life. Even at the present time, we are only beginning to see the true state of affairs. If we really understood, the goal of our third drive for Liberty Bonds would have been reached far sooner than it was. There will be testimonies of it on our streets, testimonies of lost legs and arms and of the mutilated bodies of those boys who fought for us Over There. Let us not, however, think of these things before their time. Liberty is in the war to win and win it shall with the American people as its defender. ¥ The cry, If you don’t come across the Kaiser will,” is a statement Come Across very terse but very true. What he would do after he arrived is easy to imagine. A German soldier to become an officer has to pass an examination in which he must completely and fully outline ways and means of invading the United States. 1'he Germans know the geography of our country better than we do. A short time before we entered hostilities against Germany, an interesting incident occurred down at----------. A certain man and his wife were on their honeymoon and on their trip they expected to visit Cleveland, Detroit and Chicago. They were undecided as to what route to take and so one day at a social gathering in the hotel at which they were staying, they voiced their questions. A man who was a German at once spoke up and told them the exact distance to all three cities and the best routes. This particular German had been in the country only a short time and was as yet unable to speak good English. Moreover, it had been noticed that he was present at the desk in the lobby every time the mail w'as expected, in order that no one might read the postmark on his letters. And yet these facts were passed over and he was jokingly called the spy” by the rest of the occupants of the hotel. Why do we hesitate to invest our fortune against a nation which practices such deceits? 74 Frances Bath rick, Editor OUR “ADVENTURE” Not long ago I spent the night with my chum who lives practically in the country— out on the Boulevard. The house is set far lack from the road, quite away from everything with the exception of the “shop which stands on the creek some seven hundred feet from the house. In the daytime it's a delightful place but at night it's rather lonesome. Things went beautifully. We reached home without any mishaps and Bob, Ruth's younger brother, was evidently on his best behavior. He's only a flat at Glenville, but he isn’t the least bit awed by us altho we’re Juniors. His favorite sport is to tease us and he contrives to furnish me with some new thrill upon each visit. These “thrills” have a faculty for making us look foolish— which adds greatly to his happiness. However, this time he promised to behave and to let us alone. After dinner a little girl who lives just around a curve on the Boulevard came over for some knitting instructions from Ruth, who is quite an authority on that subject. Her visit was prolonged until about eight o'clock, too late for her to go home alone, and as Bob had gone up to his room to read, Ruth and I volunteered to go with her—only too glad to have such a good excuse for taking a walk. After we had deposited her safely on the doorstep we strolled leisurely homeward. It was a beautiful evening, crisp and cool with a wonderful moon. It was then that we remembered the bet some girls at school had made when I told them I was going to Ruth's ;or tne night. “Of course you’ll have an adventure— you two always do! Now don’t forget to tell us all about it.” “Jean, said Ruth, ' we'll simply have to live up to our reputations and invent some yarn to tell the girls. Nothing exciting has happened so we’ll have to make one up.” “What’ll it be?” I queried. “Well, I might fall into the creek and you could haul me out or better still you could fall in, tool” ‘‘No! they’d never believe that, but you might fall into the ditch alongside the drive. But then that wouldn’t be exciting at all and this talc must be a good one. At this moment a machine rounded the curve and we stepped over to one side to allow it to pass. As it went by us slowly two bovs’ heads were stretched out to look back at us. “We’d better hurry! I said nervously. I'll have to confess I'm inclined to be cowardly at night on a country road, but in this case Ruth was, too. We hurried our steps and started gayly 75 THE REELECTOR down the drive when Ruth exclaimed, “jean, they've turned around and arc coming back this way! What shall we do?” “They can’t see us here!” I said, trying vainly to be brave but my teeth were chattering audibly. ‘‘Yes they can! Dont you see that arc-light over our heads?” Bv this time the machine had reached the drive. We held our breaths for what seemed years—then turned and ran for the machine had turned into the drive. We both knew we couldn't possibly reach the house. There wasn't a place to hide —the shop was pitch black, and the watchman nowhere to be seen. Ruth can run like a deer and she soon gained on me. “Ruth! Ruth! I screamed, “don’t leave me all alone! But she paid no heed and was soon far ahead of me, “Mr. Davis! Mr. Davis! The machine was fast gaining on me and I stumbled and fell flat on the grass at the side of the drive. Instead of stopping it turned down by the shop after Ruth. What could I do? I couldn’t help her and was so terrified 1 couldn’t even move. I simply hugged the ground and waited— for what I knew not. Ruth afterwards told the rest of the story. She said she realized our only hope was in the shop and Mr. Davis, the night watchman, so she ran on screaming to him. He was peacefully reading. (It turned out the story was about some Lorain girl who was kidnapped by men in a machine.) He ran to the door, stumbling over a chair, and into a pail of water. Just as he reached the door the machine stopped and a hoy’s voice hollered: “For the love of Mike, what’s the matter with you? It was Bob! H. F. GERMAN VANDALISM AND THE RHEIMS CATHEDRAL VANDALISM is defined as “wilful destruction of a work of art or of anything that is beautiful.” Consider Rheims cathedral—no one, surely not even the Germans, could deny that Rheims was beautiful. Yet see what they have done to it! In this war of great crimes, no greater crime has been attempted than that of the destruction of this splendid church. The Cathedral of Rheims is the most unnecessary sacrifice of the war. It represents deliberate senseless destruction— brutal and unpardonable. I cannot understand, as few can, how the Germans could fire on it. There it had stood through centuries and their wars, untouched. unharmed. Rude soldiers of that ruder Europe respected it, the half-civilized world spared it; it had been one of mankind’s acknowledged shrines. Hands of dead master lifted it up into the air and wrought upon it, until it had become one of the most eloquent expressions of the dumb soul of man; the touching witness to that in man which no other animal has. With history, religion, art, all inscribed there, it was one of the sacred stone-books of the world. Seven centuries had so held it, had passed over it with all their tumults, their conflicts, their crimes, and left it still sacred. Think of the men, of the morals and the manners, of the customs and codes, and yet, in spite of, and through all these, they had managed to respect, spare and hand on, unbroken. the treasure of Rheims. Then today in the twentieth century, in an age which abhors war as an idea, a country, more than most enlightened, whose banner word is “Kultur. has fired on Rheims, not once nor through some error, but time and again and is firing still. Rheims cathedral had its beginning in 1211 when Archbishop Aubry de Hubert laid the foundation stone. It is the third ecclesiastical building that has occupied this sacred ground. The work was carried on by the help of the Papacy and national sub- 76 THE REFLECTOR scription, through the thirteenth century. The architects were Jean d’ Orbais, Jean de Loup, Bernard de Soisson and Gaucher de Reims, from whom it probably derives its name. Work on the cathedral continued with long intervals during two centuries. In 1481 an accidental fire destroyed the roof of the nave and did other damage, but it was rapidly repaired in the early sixteenth century. There have been no substantial modifications since then, although structural restorations were made in 1845 and 1860. The cathedral has been constantly cared for during the last half century. But these are mere material facts which convey no idea of the deeper, spiritual meaning which it still holds, for though they may destroy the cathedral, they cannot destroy the soul of a great people. Because Rheims has stood a thousand, five hundred years, one and indivisible with the soul of France, the great “Marseillaise” in stone—though Germany bomb its glory into dust, yet Rheims shall live. Gaping with holes, bits of Gothic grandeur snapping brittily with each new blast, its battered arms outspread, its head crowned with the thorns of its mutilated towers—that exquisite martyr of liberty is vibrant with immortality. Rheims Cathedral has been the great I am” of peoples since the days when the Franks assembled there to proclaim France a nation. It was a sacred medium in which for fifteen centuries people had expressed their slow, stubborn striving toward freedom. Not kings, nor popes, nor gilded Renaissance built Rheims. But shepherd, collier and cook graved into these homely images their struggles through the dawn of medievalism to the noonday of the revolution. In their darkest night the light of Rheims had said “Believe!” And believing, they wrought. “Rheims cathedral was never so at one with its people as in this moment of its ruin. Every lawful king of France has been crowned at Rheims, every glory and triumph of ‘La Patrie’ recorded there; now the cathedral expresses in its ruin the triumphant martyrdom of its people.” While the sons of France are falling and the women and children totter to its broken altar, '‘it mingles its groans with their groans.” But beyond the ruins, in that groans.” But beyond the ruins, is that sianism mutilate.” Those who have died trying to save their cathedral understand. The village folk tell simply of that night when the Germans first set fire to the structure. The straw on which the wounded lay caught fire, converting it into a huge funeral pyre. And the organ loft and choir stalls, with the wonderful carving that had taken four hundred years, went up in flames. But during this awful sight a sign appeared in the heavens. And when the people saw it, they feared not. Science says that what these people saw was the sulphuric blue of an obus which splits into three parts and rises to a great height. But these people believe that it was the beloved “fleur-de-lis” of France, rising out of the flames. The siege of Rheims has been continuous since September 3, 1914. In a certain book on the bombardment of Rheims there are recorded three such Sundays as this: March 27, 1917, Kaiser’s birthday. Bombardment 11 a. m. to 5 p. m. 77 shells; renewed at 9 p. m.” The daily record shows that the Germans had no definite purpose other than to annoy the French in bombarding Rheims up to March, 1917. But from that date on, they had the definite purpose of destroying the city. So continuous was the bombardment that 600 or even 1,000 shells was a relief from other days. I understand they arc dropping from 2,000 to 2,500 bombs on Rheims every day now. Today in Rheims there arc many graves clustered around the cathedral—graves of mothers and little children who gave their lives for their cathedral; charred remains of the Red Cross doctors and nurses who were faithful to the end in caring for the dying, but the most terrible, and pitiful, too, are those of the burnt remains of the Germans, which their own army placed there before the bombing. “Got mit uns,” is still stamped on their helmets. 77 THE REELECTOR In the square of Rheims cathedral, undisturbed and intact, stands Joan of Arc. Although bombs have burst around her, she still triumphantly rides her charger, the tri-colored banner of “La Patrie floating from her hand. She rides without fear, for ’’once again she leads her soldiers on to victory.” At her feet is another flag—the Stars and Stripes. It is a strange coincidence that the very tip end of her sword has been blunted by a sword, for Joan once said she did not need a sharpened sword for she was a woman. Jeanne d 'Arc was the watchword of the Battle of the Marne. The nurses, who cared for the wounded of that battle, in the shed hospital Just behind the lines, tell of the men, who, in their wild deliriums. filled that first night with the cry of “Jeanne d'Arc, Jeanne d'Arc!” It spread from stretcher to stretcher until sometimes a battle cry rose into the horrible night. It is not alone in the soldiers of France that this spirit of patriotism exists, as this lovely little story shows. Mere Corbeillc is one of the women who still lives in the shelled district. When asked if the great bell of Rheims had been taken by the Germans, to have its ten tons of bronze melted up at Krupp’s. her eyes blazed with the spirit of Joan. “The Germans take the hell of Rheims? she cried. “Never, madamoi-selle! She said that for years it had tolled their joys, their sorrows, their funerals, their weddings and their great triumphs. She said they all wept when they heard it toll the night of the fire, for they knew the Germans were to take it the next day. But the old bell knew it would be made into guns to kill its own sons, and A DREAM OF All afternoon I had been wandering thru the forest. It was late afternoon when I entered a beautiful little glade. The floor of this glade seemed carpeted with green velvet, in which a wondrous pattern had been worked by the modest little violets and the dainty spring beauties. Thru the midst of this fairy glade, ran a little babbling would not surrender. “Presently we heard it gasp, and it fell with great noises into molten drops of bronze blood clinging to the cathedral floor. It died, but did not surrender, our soldier bell of Rheims. But that which is the real cathedral of Rheims is not these ruins; it is not material. It is the spirit that, during three years of blood at Verdun, has said “Believe. It is the spirit that “leaped to the Marne, and to Prussianism of a moment, saying, I am the eternal will of peoples. You shall not pass! It is that which has sworn this oath to Alsace-Lorraine, “Bone of our bone, soul of our soul, you shall return to France! It is the poilu. over whose twisted lips, in spite of agony, flashes a smile. His smile is reflected by twenty thousand wounded lying in the great hospital. Perhaps they sec that relic, still unchipped—a sculpture of the Last Day. Christ has his hands uplifted in judgment, even as he faces the battery from which the Germans send their shells. “But nothing is today more at one with the cathedral and the people and, through them, with the very soul of France, than the huge Cross of Christ. The steps arc smashed away from under, but it hangs as if by a miracle from the nave. Both arms of that pathetic figure are shattered off and “the spear thrust in his side is a terribly widened gash. You feel that even he. merciful as he was, could not say of the ruins of Rheims cathedral: “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. “They know what they did. But they did it in vain. Ruined Rheims is immortal! It is the soul of France! I-OLA RlGHTMJHE IL PENSEROSS brook. It was one of these intimitate little brooks whose waters are fresh, clear and cool. It flowed over countless white pebbles with a plashy, rippling murmur. I lay down at the foot of a giant oak. I soon grew drowsy and lulled by the crooning song of the brook I drifted into dreamland. 78 THE REFLECTOR From far away came the sound of wonderfully beautiful music. It kept coming closer and closer and now I could distinctly hear the sound of fairy hells and the laughter of sweet, happy creatures. Suddenly there came forth from beneath a beautiful flowering shrub, whose branches bent to the ground beneath their weight of fragrant blossoms, the queen of fairies and all her attendants. The happy little fairies came dancing in from all sides of the glade. They formed a circle around their queen and danced their dance of love for her. Oh! what a beautiful sight they made in their light, fluttering, rainbow-hued costumes, as they airily tripped and gracefully fluttered before their queen. Then from afar came the sound of the fairy bluebells, calling them to join a hand of kindred spirits and they fluttered out of the little glade and vanished into the depths of the woods. I slowly regained consciousness and I found to my surprise that it was already dusky twilight. The moon was just rising over the trees and the bright, twinkling eyes of night were showing themselves in the sky. I walked to the edge of the forest. The deep, roaring sound of the waves warned me I was approaching the ocean. I came out upon a narrow stretch of sand and looked out over the tossing waters. The moon sent a silver path over the bay and along this moonbeam path danced the little fairy queen and her attendants. They danced right up to- the sweet-faced moon goddess who took them into her embrace and stole away behind a fleecy cloud. Roma Paehlke. LOST HOPES “Oh, I just hate rainy days, said Mary Ann to Dick, as she was looking out of the window. “We can’t play outside, we can’t make any noise inside, and it just makes me feel miserable.’' ‘ Well, so do I hate the rain, replied Dick, but we’ll just have to make the best of it. Suppose we go up to the attic and play there,” he suggested. Mary consented immediately, and the two ran joyfully up to the attic. They soon found a large chest, which contained many beautiful garments of their grandmother’s day. They opened the chest, and after gazing at the contents began to “dress up. Mary Ann was a young woman of the frivolous, butterfly type. Dick was her distinguished beau and together they had a delightful time “making believe.” But they soon tired of this and sat down looking discouraged, and wondering what they could do next. Suddenly an idea dawned upon Mary Ann. She arose and quick as a flash, sped to the other end of the attic. “Come over here, Dick,” she cried out when she reached her destination. “Look what a funny box this is. Father told me that sometime he would go over this box with me and show me some queer pictures of children who lived about two hundred years ago. Let’s go over them ourselves, and then we’ll tell him about them. “But I dont care about doing such lame stuff,” Dick persisted. Dick soon got over his stubbornness and started for the dark corner. When he reached it an old cowhide trunk covered with dust of years attracted his attention. Together they opened it and were going through the pictures when Dick’s glance fell upon a little yellow envelope lying nearby. Being afraid of detection, yet determined to know its contents, Dick cautiously began to open the letter. Mary Ann by this time was becoming quite anxious and implored Dick to tell her what he had found. Dick very excitedly began to unfold the yellow paper and read the following: ‘‘Press the button under the third step leading down from the attic and the picture on the wall in the northeast corner of this 79 THE REFLECTOR attic will rise upwards. Under the picture you will find a little brass door, in the middle of which is a brass knob. Turn this knob three times to the left, four times to the right, and once to the left again and the door will open. On the right side of this inner wall stands the black tin box which contains my will. You will then be the heir of my fortune.” “Oh, Mary Ann, just think of that! Dick exclaimed, “Just think of all the new things we can buy! I want a bicycle and a gun and a carpenter's set and a whole lot of things! And I want a pair of skates and a new silk bag with silver beads, and a gold signet ring like Martha got for Christmas.” ' Of course, we shall buy all kinds of things, but let us proceed with our orders. And so saying the two ran to the stairs, and counted the third step down. Sure enough there was the designated black button. “How strange we never saw it before, said Dick, as he boldly stuck his thumb on the tiny object. Behold, the words of the letter were really true! He had hardly touched the button when the picture jumped as if it were on springs. The picture’s sudden jump frightened both Mary Ann and Dick and they resolved to give up the search, when their curiosity overcame their fear and they resumed the work of following out the unknown orders. Finally the little door opened and the tin box that contained the will became visible. But a sudden dread seized them and they felt their blood freezing. Dick, the braver of the two, summoned all his courage, took the key that hung from the box and raised the dusty cover. Sure enough, there it was, the will! Dick grabbed it up out of the box and began to dance around Mary Ann. He immediately recognized it as a legal paper for he had once seen a will made by his uncle. Mary Ann, who was unable to fully realize the importance of so valuable a document could only look at her brother in astonish- ment, wondering what had possessed him. He unfolded the document and glanced through the different parts while his sister was tugging at his sleeve and begging him to read it aloud. So Dick started from the beginning. In the name of the benevolent Father of all, I, Jerome Hart, hereby make and publish, this my last Will and Testament; hereby revoking all other wills heretofore made by me. I hereby direct that all the debts and obligations by reason of my last sickness, death and burial be first paid out of my fortune. I hereby direct that nothing shall go to my son (my only heir) who deserted me at my last sickness, but instead I devise and bequeath unto the finder of this will, forever, all my interest in my property. Heaven’s alive, Dick ! Don't you realize what you have run across? You seem so cool! Isn’t it the most fortunate thing on earth that it has rained today?” ‘‘Let me continue this,” responded Dick in a tone of greatness. I hereby nominate ’Dick cont nu d a d appoint John Roe executor of this, my last Will and Testament in the discretion of the judge. From under my hand and seal, at Cleveland, Ohio, the fifth of March A. D 1910. Jerome E. Hart. Approximate amount Ninety-Eight Cents! Witnesses: A. Smith Warren, 10511 Bellview Ave. R. L. Warner, 5801 Lake Road.” Dick became filled with rage to think that anyone would go to all that trouble for ninety-eight cents He ran to the stairs to tell his mother and in his haste stumbled at the head of the stairs and fell down headlong. When he recovered consciousness, he was almost smothered by a heavy thick covering. He threw off the coverings and looked around asking for the tin box and the will. For a moment his mind was blank and then he exclaimed, Horrors, A Dream!” Fayette Yei.sky. 80 THE REFLECTOR BUNDY COMES THROUGH It's a shame that the coach had to turn Bundy down that way. said Miller. He knows that Bundy is the best right forward he can get in school, but he seems to have something against Bundy, so he changed him from his regular position.” There isn't any use in making a fuss about it, said Dick. “Wilson is coach and what he says goes.” It puts us in a pretty bad fix. said Harris. We were so sure Bundy would hold his position that our Sophomore class has bought him a cup, and we're going to engrave on it that Bundy was the regular forward.” The three sophomore officers of Bundy's class were holding a sort of indignation meeting just outside of the gymnasium door. They were very angry because Coach Wilson had that afternoon during a practice game changed Bundy from right forward to guard. Bundy was proving himself a fleet-footed, alert and swift-handed basketball player. So sure were the sophomores that Bundy would be a star that they had purchased a cup to give to him right after the game with Cambridge. But the coach had changed all their plans. While they were talking they saw the door open and Bundy came out. With him came the coach who was explaining to Bundy why the change was made. Though Bundy had just enjoyed a shower bath and a brisk rubdown his eyes lacked the sparkle and his happy smile was missing. ‘'You were too far away to throw the basket from where you stood ’ Coach Wilson told him. “You had about one chance in a thousand of making it. ’ “Yes, but I made it!” Bundy declared. You made it, but you took a big chance, too much of a chance. You should have passed it back. You had plenty of time. Then the play would have been sure. It's teamwork we want, Bundy, all-around, consistent teamwork rather than a few stars. That’s why I moved you. I don’t want any such chances taken in that game with Cambridge.” Bundy said no more. The look he gave his fellow sophomores was one of sorely wounded pride. He was hurt, humiliated as well as keenly disappointed. He went out and across the campus toward home. Coach Wilson paused a moment to repeat to the boys the same explanation he had given Bundy. ‘‘I'm very, very sorry I had to make the change,” he told them frankly, but I made it for the good of the team. We must win that game with Cambridge and we can't do it with a few stars, but with teamwork. Bundy wants to make all the big plays himself, wants all the applause himself.” The three sophomores listened in silence. When the coach ceased speaking they offered no comment. The coach left them as he had found them, a disappointed trio. But down in their hearts they knew that the coach was right. Also they knew that the coach was sincere and that the change had been made for the good of the team. I believe Wilson meant well, said Miller, finally. He puts the team, the whole team above personal feelings and personal prejudices.” That's right,” agreed Dick. And if he finds he has made a mistake in changing Bundy he will put him back again; the coach is that sort of a man.” Feeling somewhat better, the boys separated and departed for their homes. This all happened on Tuesday afternoon. On Friday evening of that week was to be held the big game with Cambridge. There was great rivalry for two seasons between Boston and Cambridge because they were contesting for a large trophy which was to be donated to the school that won the championship for three years. Boston had won the two previous seasons. In order to win this game and so gain the championship trophy Coach Wilson had tried to develop a team full of teamwork. On Wednesday afternoon the team appeared for its final practice. The plays and signals to be used Friday night were taken up in rapid-fire order. Bundy still 81 THE REELECTOR nursing his disappointment, took his lately assigned place as guard. His classmates, Carter, Dick, Steve and the rest, looking on the sidelines were not slow to note the change in Bundy’s work. “He’s taking this thing too hard,’ said Steve. “He seems to feel that Wilson has a grudge against him which isn’t the case at all.” The practice game was finished and Bundy had his shower and rubdown. What hurt him most was that the fear that his class would be disappointed in him. Thursday afternoon there was no practice. The team appeared on the floor and rehearsed their signals. The next day, Friday, at four o’clock Cambridge High with its band and royal rooters came to Boston by special excursion. For over an hour they marched up and down the streets, a shouting, exulting, good-natured bunch of rooters, waving their colors, black and orange, as they sang the school songs. An hour before the game the crowd began assembling in the big gymnasium, the Cambridge rooters on one side and the Boston rooters on the other. Bundy came across the campus alone and on passing around behind the gymnasium in order to enter the dressing room from the rear, was brought to a silent halt on the sheltered path by the familiar voices of his comrades. He heard Steve talking and the others were listening. “The cup is all right as it is,” Bundy heard Steve say. “It’s a beauty, and I’m sure Bundy will deserve it even if he is not playing right forward. Bundy would hear no more but quickly hurried into the dressing room. Several of the players had already arrived and changed to their ball suits. Shouts, whistling and yelling could be heard from the gym. Bundy meanwhile was changing his clothes and thinking of the words Steve had spoken. He went out in the middle of a great uproar and sat on the bench, and finally after the Cambridge team had come out on the floor, his comrades saw him smile. Meanwhile he felt a smart slap on his back and turning looked upon the face of Coach Wilson. “Brace up, Bundy!” spoke the coach with blunt kindness. “We must do our best— all of us—for the good of the team. Bundy quickly got up. The team was lining up to run on the floor and he leaped to his place in the team, alert and active. Bundy now had caught the meaning of Coach Wilson’s words. The whistle blew and the teams faced each other for a few seconds and the game started with a snap. The ball changed hand every minute and all the players were fighting very hard, not for their good, but for the good of the whole team. It was evidently from the first that the teams were very evenly matched and this made the outcome a matter of keen speculation. At the end of the first half the score board read Boston 9, Cambridge 11. After a brief rest the second half started. Again there was a hushed silence, broken only by the snapping ball, the labored breathing of the players, and the muffled tread of rubbed-soled shoes. It semed as though there would be no break to the tension. Both teams were strained to the utmost and neither side would give an inch. All this time Bundy had played his best. He forgot he was playing guard, he forgot everything save that he was a member of the team, his team. But somewhere near the end, while the score was Boston 17, Cambridge 18, came the signal that had been kept till the last; it was a play in which Bundy had the greater part. He threw himself into the play with all his strength and speed. As guard he cleared a way for Bruce, the boy who had been given his place at right forward. Blindly, frantically, he fought his way out into the floor nearer his own goal. In a final rush he lost his footing and fell with a crash. He got up quickly, but for a moment the big gym, with its yelling hundreds, its bright lights, and dazzling colors floated in a haze before him. He felt the ball snap into his fingers as soon as he had gained his feet and then a louder uproar came to his ears. His mind and sight cleared instantly and he found himself more alert, more wide-awake than he had been. He 82 THE REFLECTOR had the ball, he knew that, and the crowd, his crowd, the sophomores were all yelling at him, watching his every move. It dawned upon him at once that he stood in the same spot as he had stood that afternoon of the practice game: he had made the 1 asket that day and he felt he could make it again. He thought this was his chance to become the star of the game. He also knew that this was the critical moment one point behind and fifty seconds to play. He lowered his hand to make the uncertain toss, hut he saw a guard just going after him and from the other direction came Bruce. Bundy was just about to shoot for the I asket when he remembered the words of the coach, It’s teamwork that counts.” Quick as lightning be threw the ball to Bruce, and Bruce, amid the cheers, shot a very easy basket, which made the score Boston 19, Cambridge 18. All the crowd cheered him because of his sacrificing his shot for the sake of his team. And so Bundy got his cup and Boston her championship and trophy. Matthew Fokmato. HENRI LUPEN HOW many of your Glenvillites have ever heard of Henri Lupen? No, he is not a character in a French novel, but is one of the many little children of France left fatherless by this dreadful war. He is now the particular property of the I-A girls’ English class, which has adopted him through the American Society for the Relief of French W'ar Orphans, thereby showing that there are other ways of helping in this mighty struggle besides buying Liberty Bonds and W. S. S. On February 12, Lincoln’s Birthday, while making patriotic speeches, a report was given on French War Orphans, which aroused our interest and increased our desire to do something to help. Various other suggestions were made, but we finally decided that this cause being less well-known than others needed our support more. So inquiries were made and a committee appointed which called at the headquarters of the association and arranged for the adoption of our orphan. For the small amount of ten cents a day, contributed by the girls, with an equal amount added to it by the French government, little Henri can be kept in comfort, if not in luxury. As yet, we know little about him beyond the fact that he is nine years old. that his mother is a cultivatrice, and that he has lost one of the finest things any boy can have—a father. We can only guess at the terrors and hard- ships he must have endured, with so many others like him, for his glorious France. So we are faithfully working at our French while we wait eagerly for our first letter. Extracts from some of the letters written by members of the class will help to explain the situation, and show how enthusiastically they are engaging in this work, and how warmly they have taken little Henri to their hearts. I am so anxious to become acquainted with my little War Orphan that I am writ-ing to you without waiting to hear from you first. But I want you to answer this letter very soon, for in America, we all love France, and nothing would please any of us more than to hear from a French boy himself. I would be delighted to have you tell me all about yourself—your work, your play, your ambitions. And tell me all about your country, too. If you could write about the hardships in your country we would appreciate it. It would make us realize more and more how much each and every American has to do to help France and to win this war. Then, too. we would be more willing to help, for we would be thankful that such suffering does not exist here.” The girls have taken hold of the financial part of the w'ork splendidly, contributing far more than the alloted amount, and are going to continue their subscrip- 83 THE REELECTOR tions through the summer vacation. Hut this class is only a small part of Glenville High. Those of you who have listened to the stirring addresses we have heard lately have, no doubt, been aroused to a desire to do something more for our cause. Here is a chance for every one to help. Although our orphan is amply provided for, there are many others who need your support. A box will he placed conspicuously on Miss Davies' desk in the office. If by any chance you cannot find this box, Miss Davies or any one of the committee will be only too glad to receive your donation. Even if you can only spare a few cents, they will be greatly appreciated, for pennies make dollars, and a little will go far, so don't be selfish, but see to it that your stray pennies, nickels or dimes find their way into the War Orphan Box. Committee— Veola Siegel, Louise Sinks. MY SECOND ADVENTURE Somewhere in Trance. October 16, 1916. Dear Friends at Home: At least I have something to tell you other than accounts of insistent nurses and fussy doctors at the Paris hospital. It has been nearly six months since then. They certainly do look after a fellow at the hospital. I am entirely recovered from my wounds with seemingly much more health than I brought to the trenches. As you know, I’ve always had an interest in motors. While I was in the hospital, I studied aeroplane motors and their operation and after my release from there I applied to the commandment for a commission in the aeroplane corps. After receiving my commission I immediately went in for the practical experience. After a few weeks, I was able to make long flights behind our lines and try out the tricks of the flying game. Then I received my transfer to the foreign escadrille. I was assigned to a speedy aeroplane suitable for bombing or scouting. For several weeks I was scouting daily over our lines, but I had not as yet gone behind the German lines. I had become acquainted with many of the “aces” who had shot down from five to thirty machines. I was told that I had to shoot down five German aeroplanes before being classed as an ace. One day the captain of my command, his face lined with worry and care, came to me where I was going over my machine and told me that a fleet of twelve machines had gone out the day before to bomb German munition plants. They should have returned several hours before but nothing had been heard of them. He told me that I should take one of the newest machines and go in search to see if I could obtain any news of the missing aviators. My new machine was equipped with a machine gun as well as a bombing rack. There was enough petrol in the tank for a nine hours’ flight at the rate of about 120 miles per hour. I inspected the machine to see that everything was in order and all the wing braces were tight. “To be prepared for all emergencies,” said the captain, “you must have an automatic pistol.” I took the weapon and strapped it with the cartridge belt around my waist. I climbed into my machine and after circling about above the camp for a few minutes, I darted toward the German lines. I rose to about a mile in the air and sailed over the lines. Beneath me I could see the French and German trenches and the puffing of their guns, while around me I could see the shells that the Germans were hurling at my machine. I successfully dodged these, however, and passed on. After a few minutes I was mighty surprised to see several machines emerge from a cloud bank. I was caught in a trap; my machine was lower than those approaching, but I was prepared to fight it out with my 84 THE REFLECTOR machine gun. When I came within a few hundred feet 1 recognized them as the missing aviators. Only eight machines were returning out of a bombing party of twelve. By means of signs I made it known to them that I was going over on an individual bombing party. Leaving them. I increased the speed of my machine and sped onward. I was now far back of the German lines in France. A half hour had slipped by and 1 came up to the German troop trains that were rushing aid to their men. Directly after them I saw a long train of cars which I judged to be munitions. Increasing my speed, I flew over the munitions train. Swooping down to within a few hundred feet of the top of the train, I let go one of the bombs. It fell directly on it, so that when I looked down at it I saw only a great mass of burning and exploding wreckage on the railroad line. The soldiers from the troop train ahead, ran out and began firing at me with their rifles. Their bullets did no damage for my increased speed had taken my machine far out of their range. I looked at my petrol tank register and saw that I still had enough fuel for a seven hours’ flight. I decreased the speed of my machine and began to look about me. Left to my own thoughts. I began to wonder why there were no German machines about for they usually went about in ‘‘pairs” hunting for hostile machines. A little later I saw several aeroplanes rise from the ground and I guessed that news of my attack upon the munitions train had reached the enemy. They did not as yet see me so I rose to a height of about two miles where I hovered around, hidden behind a cloud bank. Three of the machines rose from the ground and began flying around. They had probably heard the noise of my motor. I muffled it. At any rate when the cloud drifted they saw me. They began flying toward me, while I went to meet them. As we got within gun range I increased the speed of my machine to its maximum so that I fairly tore past them. I quickly executed a turn and this move brought me in the enemy's rear. $5 With a burst of bullets I engaged one of the enemy machines from the rear. Wc were fighting at such close quarters that I could sec the enemy aviators. Centering my bullets on one machine I finally managed to strike the vital parts of the motor so that the German was forced to descend; in order to do a good job I dived down with the slowly descending machine and fire at him again. This time I managed to fire into his fuel tank and ignited it, while my other bullets struck the German aviator. He let go of the wheel and the machine crashed down to earth a flaming mass. In the meantime I had nearly forgotten my other two adversaries but they had not forgotten me. They had riddled my aeroplane wings with their machine gun bullets, but had not done any material damage. While I was busy downing the German machine, they had gotten the best attacking position. I tried several maaneuvers that would bring my machine in the enemy's rear, but they repeated them. The Germans thinking to catch me speeded forward. As both of the machines came near me I looped and at the same time rose up higher in the air. This move again brought me slightly in the enemy’s rear. They had turned around so as to meet me as wc came together and passed by each other. We exchanged a hail of machine gun bullets. My gun fire must have been more effective than the German’s, for I saw the second German aeroplane dive down to earth. Now then, there was only one German aeroplane left; the man in that machine had not attempted to fire at me while I was engaged with the second German plane, for we were both dashing about and he probably feared to hit his own comrade as well as me. We whirled and darted about in the air, each of us trying to gain the advantage of position, but neither of us being able to do so. I happened to look down at my petrol tank register and to my surprise and chagrin I saw that I had only a little fuel left. I knew that my tank must have been punctured by the enemy’s fire. T could not fly much longer. THE REFLECTOR So, swinging my machine around, I faced my enemy, rushed at him and poured great bursts of bullets at him. His machine gun must have jammed, for my fire met with no response. I riddled his aeroplane wings and cut the braces of the wings; he began to descend rather slowly. I began to descend, too, .and I saw that he landed alone in a great field. Thinking that he should help me, I volplaned down to the German machine. Jumping out of my own machine I ran over to the enemy plane. There I saw the German aviator, he was probably stunned by his crash with the ground on his rapid descent. Going back to my machine I began to patch up the holes in the petrol tank with bits of lead that I carried with me. There were several holes in the tank so that it took me some time before I finished. I again went over to the German machine and upon looking into his petrol tank I found out that it was nearly full. There were several cans among other things in my machine. I emptied the petrol from the German’s machine and poured it into my own aeroplane tank. As my machine was capable of holding two people when one of the bombs was released, I trussed up the unconscious German aviator and carried him to my ma- chine. In the distance I could see many people coming, armed with guns, for they fired at me. Hastily setting fire to the German plane, I got into my own and rose up high in the air out of rifle range. I put my plane at full speed, but I could not go very fast even then, for the wings of my machine w’ere riddled, not offering much resistence to the wind. Still making fairly good time I arrived near the rear lines of the Germans. It was now afternoon tut still very light. Beneath me I saw' the heavy German siege guns. I dropped the second bomb near enough to the mark that one of them was put out of commission. The anti-airtcralt guns made it too hot for me so that I thought I would wing it back to the hangar. After a few more minutes 1 was back again in front of my airplane hangar, safe and sound. The captain came up to me and in a good natured voiced rebuked me for going on so hazardous a trip alone. My comrades helped me take my German captive to the field hospital, where he was given the best of care. Hoping that this finds you as well as I am. so ever, A. M. Erican. Abram Kaplan, HOW THE WHITE CAME IN A lily white, all wet with dew Looked out upon the world, It saw a flag of red and blue. Its folds w'ere all unfurled. The lily nodded to the flag, And said in kindly voice, Your taste for color is most fine, But ’twould not be my choice.” The flag looked tip and said in scorn, “How mean you such a thing? I have the tint of heaven above And red birds on the wing. But still you have no purity To grace your bosom bold, Look I could give a bit of white To add another fold.” “Well, when you come to think of it, I think you are quite right. A little touch of your color Would make a pleasing sight.” So then the lily gave to it A stripe of color grand And that is how the white came in The flag of our dear land. Gertrude Mahoney. 86 do r ES ZQ Margaret McNamara. Editor A very successful benefit play was held in our auditorium on Friday, May 3. The proceeds of this play, which was entitled “Op o’ Me Thumb,” were for the support of several French orphans which the Dramatic Club has undertaken the care of during the next year. This play was the first to be given for this purpose, but more are promised us. The cast of characters in ‘ Op o’ Me Thumb” was as follows: Amanda or “Op o’ Me Thumb”............ ................. Virginia Whitworth Celeste .................. Juanita Kelly Mrs. Galloway ............Martha Johnson Rose ...................... Jean Herron Madame Didier ..............Ruth Schuele Mr. Horace Grcensmith.. Lawrence Wilson The play was a combination called tragedy-comedy, one which makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time. “Op o’ Me Thumb” is a poor little orphan with a wonderful imagination which gets her into trouble from which she is unable to extricate herself. Perhaps you didn't know that a number of patriotic girls from this school have been doing work at the Bratenahl Branch of the Red Cross on Friday mornings. These girls are certainly doing something worth while and are at the same time enjoying themselves for the old Bratenahl court house makes a very pleasant place in which to work. Mr. Beman and the committee have found several new ways to encourage us to save our pennies for thrift stamps. We now get cards on which we account for 87 every cent we get and every cent we spend. It makes us feel rather ashamed to sec these cards filled with items like candy and ice cream, so wc buy a few thrift stamps in order to feci better satisfied with ourselves. Dr. Suhrie of the Normal School of this city gave a talk to the teachers and Senior girls of Glenville, May 1st. The best part of it for the rest of the school was that we were dismissed earlier than usual. The report cards came out today too. an event which accounts for the desperate drives into our books which many of us have been making. The gymnasium exhibition has been postponed from May 3 to May 10. We rather imagine from what we have heard, that it will be good. OUR BASEBALL TEAM. How many of your Glenvillites know we have a baseball team? Well, we have, and the team has already played two games. They played University and East. They lost both games, but it seems that if the team had more support from the school, they would be more successful. The score of the University game was 14 and 13. University had nine runs in the sixth inning and we had none, so you can see how our hoys worked the last three innings. The score of, well, the East game was 9 and 4. The boys didn’t play in this game. Some of them said they couldn’t play because their report cards had been so surprisingly good. There were quite a few at this game, but not one-tenth as many as there should have been. Glen- run Kiu-Liscrok villc has always had a reputation for supporting her teams, so let's hope they keep up their reputation. The games are all free and arc well worth watching. The team’s faculty advisor is Mr. Persing. THE LAST COMMUNITY DANCE. Didn't we have fun, tho’? Where? Why at the masquerade Friday. April 26. It was the last community center dance and at the request of the Glenville alumni, it was made a masquerade dance. There was the usual number of clowns there, but the most unique costume was that of a Fiji islander. Really he was the most ferocious looking person ever allowed in Glenville’s gym. As a special privilege we were allowed to dance until 11 o'clock instead of ten as usual. Everybody had a good time, tho' all regretted that it was the last dance. Friday night, April 26. Western Reserve held a debating contest. Representatives were chosen from each high school in the city and many outside of the city sent representatives, too. Haul Harmel was our representative and he won first prize. We all feel very proud of Paul, especially the Tuniors. as he was just recently elected president of the II B class. The members of the II A class were shocked on May -4th to learn of the death of Helen Feil, a member of their class. Helen had been absent for some time but was not known to be in serious condition. Senior members of the CGtcrion society to which Helen belonged, and some other of her intimate friends attended the funeral service. Helen Feil was a very lovable girl, enthusiastic and loyal in her school life, and very anxious to be of help to all whom she could serve. Glenville High School mourns her loss. At a fully attended meeting of the '19 Class of Glenville High, on the fifth instant, the following officers were elected: President ...................Paul Harmel Vice President ....................Frances Bathrick Secretary .......................Katharine Turcotte Treasurer ..............Wendell Wheelock Executive Committee. Edward Stocker, chairman; William Hor-rigan, Herbert Florence. Eleanore West and Elizabeth Browning. This class has been regarded as one of the most promising in the history of Glenville High and interesting events in connection therewith are expected during the coming year. WHAT’S WHAT? If you cannot name off-hand one of the oldest and most satisfactory institutions of this high school, you had better solve this puzzle for our name. Our first letter is a very industrious little insect, the second letter is a feature Burns continually lauds in his bonnie lassies; the third is a commonly used beverage. an especial favorite of the ladies; the fourth is an expression of inquiry or surprise; the fifth makes many masculine titles feminine; the sixth is said to fe a favorite word with a former president of this country: the seventh sends a horse to the right; the eighth is a contraction of a girl’s name; the last shows our intention to endure forever. m Mildred Damon, Mildred Evans, Editors. “THE AERIAL. Logan High School. Logan, Ohio. This is the first copy wc have received of Logan's magazine. We surely are sorry that we were not acquainted with it sooner. Your literary department and ‘'Poet's Corner” especially attracted our attention, not only on account of their size, but also because of their unusually good material. Those jokes are plentiful and good, too. “THE BLUE AND GOLD East High School. Cleveland, Ohio. Here’s a paper from our next door niegh-bors. It is quite complete and “newsy ' indeed, for a weekly paper. All the departments arc well represented in its pages. “THE BACK AND GOLD.” Heights Hig t School, Cleveland Heights, O. Yours is a very neat and well-arranged paper. “The Ballad of the Black Band” was very amusing and witty. Perhaps the addition of a few snapshots or cuts might improve your already good magazine. “THE POLYTECHNIC” Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. Troy. New York. “The Polytechnic” is a very newsy, well arranged little paper. Sports certainly do not seem to be slighted at Rensselaer. You may well be proud of your new service flag and of the five hundred and seventy-five men it represents. “THE VOICE OF SOUTH HIGH.” South High School, Youngstown. Ohio. Of course. “The Voice” is fine as usual, the cartoons and photos being especially abundant. Congratulations on the length of your exchange list! Your advertising manager certainly must be a “hustler.” EXCHANGE ECHOES. Miss Schump (English IV): “A young man must naturally have means to marry, mustn’t he, Frank? Oh, I forgot you haven’t been over this.” —The Aerial. Mrs. Jones: “You know my boy has just joined the army?” Mrs. Smith: “Oh. then I expect he’s met my nephew; he’s in the army, too.” —The Blue and Gold. Miss Manning: “What is a circle?” Freshie: “A round line.” —The Aerial. Ten-year-old Johnny: “Our family’s full of animals. Mother’s a dear, baby’s a cute little lamb. I’m a kid, and dad’s the goat.” “When was the looseleaf system first used ?” “Eve used to keep track of her party gowns.” —The Polytechnic. THE REELECTOR —The Blue ami Gold. Hostess: “My dear Mrs. Blank, do let me give you more of this ice cream.” Guest: Well, thanks: hut just a mouthful, please.” Hostess: ‘‘Bridget, till Mrs. Blank's piate.” —Ex. How Fast Sound Travels. Sound travels at the rate of 400 yards a second, but there are exceptions to the rule: Scandal—1,000 yards a second. Flattery—-500 yards. Truth—2 1-2 yards. An alarm clock—Barely 1 foot. —The Polytechnic. ‘•f see in the paper they're printing a list of the people who are going to do without sugar.” Let’s see it.” “There it is. ' he remarked, as he handed over the page containing obituaries and hurriedly retreated. —The Voice. LITTLE SAMMY SMITH Little Sammy Smith Was an ardent kind of stude”; Study was his drink, And philosophy his food. IJ is brain was superfluous With a reasoning most sound, So that when he shook his head, Some would fall upon the ground. His Classroom recitations Certainly were fine. And usually they sounded Something along this line: If Gallia est 112 O, And qu’cst-ce que e’est que ca; Then Alcibiades was crazy, For propter multae ca causa. Je suis un impedimentum; Ou bist ein beau cheval: Ilablo v combien Deutsch? Sprecken sic Espanol ? When Aristogiton wrote “Ivanhoc, And Avagadro drank hexamethylenamine; Polysilicic satires were passe' Because Thomas Moore sang ‘Auld Lang Syne.” And if in me w’ith all my knowledge. A sapient homonculus you see, It probably is because Of my Nemo est domi?” Geoffrey Arch bold, '19. 9C There are many shades of red, but tin's girl happens to have about the prettiest shade of red hair in the school. It especially looks well when footlights gleam through it. YVe imagine that this may develop into a familiar sight, for already this girl has exhibited exceptional ability in the art of acting. Wasn’t she fine in the last Dramatic Club play? She seems to hold herself aloof, and to be rather distant, tut in her own crowd she is the best of fun and is very jolly. Her eyes are blue and her complexion is fair; there is a certain style about her which makes her distinctive from other girls. She belongs to Criterion and is also a class officer. This charming II-A girl has only been with us for two years, but in that time has gained many friends. Don’t you know her? ? ? ? They say that Samson’s strength was in his hair. Well, it's a good thing that this isn’t always true in modern generations, for —what a mighty creature a certain young man of II-A rank would be. if his strength lay in his hair! Haven’t you often paused to gaze upon this prominent feature of his appearance? You surely must have noticed that thick, waving pompadour, almost 1 ushy. so luxuriant is it. The owner quite often becomes disgusted with his valuable possession because it is so unruly; but he really is lucky to have heen given such a generous allowance of hair. A keen sense of humour has developed a hearty laugh which is most delightful to hear. He’s not tall, but well built. Don’t you remember how well he played football last fall? Of course, he’s a Wrangler, and is said to be quite an actor, but as regards this talent he has been quite bashful and has displayed no desire to enlighten us upon the subject, lie has been heard to mention a certain portion of the Plain Dealer staff—we wonder why ? ? ? ? She is a Senior tall and fair, With dark-blue eyes and dark brown hair. She’s well beloved by all she knows. She’s like the pleasant breeze that blows In early spring. She likes to stand Quite near her locker with her band Of friends about her in a mass; You see. she is an Irish lass. At Criterion meetings she is seen, And also those of the Magazine. Her home-room number now is nine, She always gets there just on time; But she will leave our school in June, And not one will forget her soon. E’en tho’ we leave and roam at large. We can’t forget our Irish “------------- ? ? ? Without his valuable assistance. The Re-flecwk might not be such a mighty power, for he’s always busy doing something for it, and he has such a good business mind. He’s a Wrangler, and an officer of the Senior class, so now you know he’s going to graduate in June. Haven’t you seen a tall, vr ung fellow with glasses go through the halls with a rather worried look in his face? If vou have, then you must know him. He has good ideas and he sneaks in a quick yet hesitating manner. Although he seems quiet and reserved, he really is a lot cf fun. 91 The reflector DEBATING TEAM Grant Apthorp Milton Glide Paul Harmcl Henry Hertz Hirsch Rivitz VARSITY BASKETBALL Mathew Formato Herbert Hess Lawrence Jcnks Frank Kadow Coach Biddle Robert Kline Orestes Losego Edward Parker Frank YVhitmer SECOND TEAM BASKETBALL Morris Chapman James Eldredge Alfred Harrison Orman Kirk Douglas MacDonald George Parker Harrison Rose Fred Stashower James Stone Lawrence Wilson 93 THE REELECTOR 94 THE REFLECTOR 95 THE REFLECTOR 96 MMmw tmwsmhmm inwnynH • • PERSONALS %Wm Helen McMorris. Editor. Miss Ray: “Go to the auditorium They're doing farm work.” Ruth S.: 1° I B English: “David Gar- rick didn't come to the Literary Club very often, but when he did come, he was there.” Miss Gleason : 2° 1 B History: “Please come forward so we don’t have to turn around and inside out.” Be sure it’s a ‘Favorite Knit ’ a. FA VORITE KNITTING MILLS 1388 West 6th. Cleveland. O. Glenvillite in hospital at Chillicothe: Nurse, wake me up when it thunders. 1 can’t sleep with the noise.” Mrs. Bowerfind declares the 6 II C German class is full of lovable youngsters. Isn’t that lovely? Heard in a Latin class: “When he had came to his kingdom.” Theodore W. in the 8° II B Latin class: “When he was totally dead he revived him.” Horace F. in 7° History class: He extended his empire to the elbow (Klhe t( river.) A chink by the name of Ching Ting, Fell off a street car. Ring! Bing! The conductor turned his head And to the passenger said, 'The car’s lost a washer,” Ding! Ding! Teacher: “How many wars has England fought with Spain? Pupil: “Six.” Teacher: Enumerate them. Consternation reigns in Mr. Persing’s II A Biology class when he announces that two of the frogs are lost. A week later he announces that they are to dissect the frogs on the following day. 97 ij 1111111111111111111111111111111111111111iif1111111111f111111111111:11111111111n111m11rin111r11m f f1111f11m11111f11f 1 Main 7094 - I The Ohio College of Chiropody | | 310 REPUBLIC BUILDING | 1 647 EUCLID AVE. | A. E. Biddinger, M. D., Dean. E The only institution in Ohio preparing men and women for examination before the State Medical Board for license to practice Chiropody, which is a limited branch of medicine confined to ailments of the foot. For circular address Secretary. smimiimiiiiiiimmimiimimiiiiiiiiiiiiimmimimmiimiiiiiiimimiiimiiimiiimiiimiiiiimiirc (OLOo oaoooooo‘o :- X'OOOoooo o;oo:ao ooooX'Oooo:oooooooooooooooooooooo o 0 % 0 Compliments of Hollander Price Dependable Druggists St. Clair and E. 112th Street. Our Motto: Quality, Service and Dependable Merchandise. Prescriptions Called For and Delivered. Both Phones. Prompt Delivery. OPEN TILL MIDNIGHT. 1 98 TEN REASONS Why telephone operating is an ideal occupation for young women— 1. Good Pay 2. Short Hours 3. Sick Benefits 4. Vacation with Pay 5. Pay While Learning 6. Advancement Assured 7. Meals Less Than Cost 8. Congenial Companions 9. Healthful Surroundings 10. Steady Work the Year Around There are ten times as many more reasons why you should take up this clean, fascinating profession, particularly at this time. The Cleveland Telephone Co Operator’s Training Department, The Old Arcade—Take Elevators : at Euclid End to Room 782 : 99 gggggooooogggggggggggggggo gcg ggg g’ :g ggggggggggog IT ” ™ 11 I I i pi t 01 •:• i 0 1 gj g o' 1 ,:‘l I l! § i AFTER HIGH SCHOOL You who are just completing High School—what is your choice? The Private Secretary Course at Spencerian School is an excellent training for the young man or the young woman. It will prepare you for high grade positions at salaries much above the average. You get actual business experience as part of your instruction. The Private Secretary course lays the foundation for the person who desires to develope into one of the following: BUSINESS ADMINISTRATOR PROFESSIONAL ACCOUNTANT COST EXPERT AND SYSTEMATIZER JOURNALIST DIRECTOR SALES AND ADVERTISING. COMMERCIAL TEACHER COURT REPORTER, ETC. Spencerian graduates are the business Generals of today. Request the attractive little booklet, lettered in gold, “THE PRIVATE SECRETARY.” THE SPENCERIAN COMMERCIAL SCHOOL Euclid Ave. and E. 18th St. Prospect 1648. Cent. 4751-W CHARTERED BY THE STATE OF OHIO TO CONFER DEGREES 100 LINOTYPE COMPOSITION 01|e Glompattij 1415 EAST 86TH STREET CLEVELAND, O. PRINTERS AND BINDERS � « )•« 101 0 s 0 1 o 5 o 0 1 e s i I 0 1 o o S ! O o 0 (Eh' 1®. Martz (En. 10405 ST. CLAIR AVENUE WE ARE ALWAYS GLAD TO WELCOME HIGH SCHOOL PUPILS AT OUR STORES THE WEYAND-BAETZ CO., 5501 SUPERIOR AVE. THE WEYAND-BAETZ CO., 8513 SUPERIOR AVE. THE WEYAND-BAETZ CO.. 12119 SUPERIOR AVE. THE SIMMONS-BAETZ CO.. 673 HAYDEN AVE. THE W. H. BAETZ CO.. 10405 ST. CLAIR AVE. High school graduates should train for the EXECUTIVE POSITIONS in business institutions After graduating from Glcnville. a few months of intensive commercial training will fit you for positions which are in direct line to the top. See us now and let us help formulate your plans. Wilcox Commercial School Convenient Location—Modern Equipment—Efficient Methods—a school that measures up to East Side ideals! 10111 Euclid Avenue. .. Heather Building. One block West of 105th Street GAKFIELD 9572 OHIO STATE PRINCETON 1164-W }o00a000x 00'00a000o:0000 K 00O0000ao0oo:oooo.0o | 09ttOpC8C809 DYKE SCHOOL OFFERS YOU THESE DEFINITE ADVANTAGES Entrance limited to students of high school and college grade. 2. The most effective business courses because our work needs to be adapted only to students of the better class. 3. 4. A reputation among business men which makes Dyke graduates preferred for the most worthwhile positions. The faculty, the educational standards and the equipment which have created this reputation. Your high school education is worth most to you if you learn to apply it to the special needs of modern business. Come in soon or write for the interesting booklet, “Secretary To The President.” The Dyke School of Business Member National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools AINSFIELD BUILDING, NINTH-PROSPECT-HURON I_______ § 8 i 0 103 Pasttan prog. Company iWanufacturing Jetoelers Cngrabers anb Stationers ffl BB EB CLASS RINGS CLASS PINS MEDALS CUPS TROPHIES COMMENCEMENT ANNOUNCEMENTS DANCE PROGRAMS COMMENCEMENT INVITATIONS WEDDING INVITATIONS EMBOSSING STATIONERY ffl 57B Baatlatt Suilbing jSnrhrfitrr. N. 104 .Princeton 846-W Eddy 375 W. A. COLLINSON, D.C.B.SC. m CHIROPRACTOR 785 EAST 105TH STREET—Corner Everton Hannah G. in II C German class: “The child's hand could see—. Mrs. Rowerfind: “They could! Now wasn't that wonderful ? Mr. Persing. in VI0 Biology class: “This seems to be a difficult lesson. Let’s have some light on the subject. Please press the button.' Carmela D., translating II B Latin: ‘‘The large fleet carried by officers was hurt and depressed.” 1° Latin class— Miss Wait: ‘‘Why is navis (ship) classed as feminine? Carroll L.: “Because it takes a man to run it.” THE GIRL WHO GRADUATES from the High Schools: who hesitates to pledge four years to a College Course: who, nevertheless, desires to study, to enjoy college advantages, to cultivate special talents, to enrich her life and her friendships—should know of NATIONAL PARK SEMINARY It is a Junior College for young women planned especially to meet the needs of High School graduates. Collegiate and Vocational Courses, Music, Art, Domestic Science. Business Law, Travel. Outdoor life a feature. Study of the Nationai Capital. Illustrated book of 126 pages free on request. Address Secretary. 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