Grafton High School - Re Echo Yearbook (Grafton, WV)

Text from Pages 1 - 90 of the 1910 volume:

Greeting My name is JDilS Ihicfjlrtn. I’m German you know. And I make many friends Wherever 1 go. I’m glad to know you all, And hope you're pleased with me; 1 trust that all 1 meet. My friends will ever be. I thank you one and all, For sympathy and aid. And now, I make my bow. For 1 my speech have made. q To the Teachers of Grafton High School, in recognition of their kindly interest, and tireless service in our behalf, we affectionately dedicate this book. MORGAN M. BROOKS Principal of High School. Department of Latin Gienville Normal School. 1895. Course at Wealeyan College of West Virginia M. MAE NEPTUNE GRACE MINETTE WATKINS Department of German A. B. Ohio Northern College. 1900. A. B. Ohio Wealeyan University, 1902. Department of Mathematics A. B. Wilson College. 1900. A. B. West Virginia University. 1906. ALFRED C. STEWART CHARLES A. PLATT Commercial Department Elliott College. 1909. Department of History B. S. Ohio Northern University. 1909. GRACE A. MYTINGER Supervisor of Music Studied in the Oberlin Conservatory of Music. Oberlin. Ohio. Special work in the New School of Methods. Chicago, and in the Michigan State Normal College. Ypsilanti. ETHEL BELLE JONES Department of English. A. B. West Virginia University. 1908. JOHN NUZUM Department of Science A. B. West Virginia University. 1891. Commercial Course. Smith's Commercial School, Lexington. Kentucky, 1886. SUPERINTENDENT HUMPHREY It is evident that the high school has come to be an immensely significant factor in our American life, raising our standard of living, giving currency to higher ideals, increasing the range of all occupations, callingfor the intermediate and higher grades of intelligence, and forcing the wider differentiation of our curriculums by the very immensity and variety of the demands for instructions which must be satisfied. DR. G. STANLEY HALL, President of Clark University. By the close association of studies that minister chiefly to vocational and social aims, with courses of study that minister chiefly to culture aims, as such, the high school should provide the most favorable condition for the vocational and social development of the pupil, and for the general cultivation of his mind and heart; we would thus endeavor to reach his whole nature, and to render him serviceable, in the best sense, at the same time to himself and society. Through courses for the simultaneous pursuit of vocational, social and culture aims, the high school may become, as it should, a guiding, unifying force in American life. I o bring to bear on the rising generation the influence of this force is the function which the modern high school should aim to fulfill. DR. PAUL H. HANUS. Harvard University. THE fCljc IBoarb of (Ebitor CARRIE WILKINSON QRACE LOAR GRACE NUZUM HAZEL WAGNER JESSIE (BUSH LAWRENCE MILLER WILLI JIM SCULL Senior Officers:. ‘President, V ice-President. Secretary}, Historian. Class Jlriist, FRED JBBOTT EDWIN POWELL MAPY COLE HELEN CARROLL HELEN CARROLL cXCOTTO: ' ln the bright lexicon of youth there is no such word as fail. ” COLORS:—Navy Blue and Silver Gray. CLASS TREE:—Sycamore. CLASS FLOWER:—Iris. Fred Abbott Minnie Byers Helen Carroll Mary Cole Sallie Evans Class Roll Katherine Holt Marie Koelz Grace Miller Juanita Miller Edwin Powell Gail Rogers Harriett Schroeder Ada White Arthur Yates Hazel Zinn Senior Ifjisstorp Four years ago we entered the High School from the various grammer schools of the city, each member of the class at that time vowing to complete the four year's course. But alas, how our ranks have been depleted! Some like lazy Ned of old could not “bear to climb the tiresome hill. others who overcame this difficulty objected to the lack of “elbow room. others finding high school meant work, came no more among us; and to a few. outside influence and attractions proved too alluring, so that now WE remain according to the law of natural selection, the survival of the fittest. Also the first day of our entrance to the high school we pledged ourselves to everlasting harmony as a class, and be it said to the credit of each member of the class that pledge was not broken---that day. At that time we all meant to go to college when through high school, and even the most timid among us dared venture upon the Preparatory course, but in our second year the hardships of the Gallic Campaign proved too much for the courage of some of our members and later these sought refuge in the wilds of the Thuringian Forests. This would no doubt have proved their undoing had not the stronger members of the class heard their Macedonian cry and gone to the rescue. After a year's struggle all were rescued save two who voluntarily sacrificed themselves to remain and pilot through the gloomy wood any of the succeeding class who might wander that way. But even the stronger members of the class have had their troubles. They have been beset by the plots and counter plots of an ancient conspiracy, they have wrestled with the difficulties of selecting a Commander for an Asiatic war and have been involved in the defense of a Roman poet. They have agonized over the fall of Troy, and have been in sore distress on account of the difficulties of the long voyage of a Trojan hero. And even now their groans are ascending to the heavens as they writhe with the punishments meted out to those in the regions of the lost. As a class we were wont to boast that we stood upon our record. But at the close of our senior year some of us have been told that we haven't very much to stand on. so we now in anxiety await the final count. To be. or not to be?-■-Historian. Junior Officers President, V ice-President, Secretary, Treasurer. Historian, GLEN flORD LILA SINSEL LILA MILLER KITTY COLE LILA PAINTER FLOW ER:-V iolet. COLORS:--Lavender and Purple. MOTTO:-- Non nobis solum. ” r. Jackson, j. bUsh. g.Nuzum. e. collIns. l. dOll, l. milleR n. d moSs G.FAWCETT. R. RuTHERFORD, C. LoAr, F. HAYMOND. L PAInTeR. K. cOlE, L. SlN. EL E. sHuCK, C. WILKINSON. G. BORD. H. WAGNER C. SlNSEL. W. SCULL, A. I’HlLLIPS. R. wOODYARD. L. MILLER Junior J)istorp We are the class of 1911. Upon us has fallen this year the responsibility and the privilege of sending forth “DtlS ifeacljlfin the Annual for Grafton High School. It is useless for us in this one page of history to utter any words of self-praise, since this book bespeaks what we are. and what we have done. The publication of a high school year book is indeed both a responsibility and a privilege. The Annual must be representative of the high school. It must breath forth the spirit and the very life of the institution. It is the pupils' book in which they may in words and in pictures work out their own ideas. We the pupils, send it forth, this part of ourselves, and the world sees us in it. In the Alumni, it awakens memories of happy school-days, and to them it tells the story of our progress. Thus, the responsibility is great. But we. the Junior class, have had the peculiar privilege. as also did the Junior class of last year, of directing this work and of expressing ourselves in it. We have tried faithfully to represent our school, of which we are proud, although we have no place as yet to call our own. We hope that this little book may be a tangible evidence that a live high school exists in Grafton, even in uncomfortable, cramped quarters, and that it may help to secure for future classes a comfortable well equipped high school building. Now. a few words about the Junior class, and their ups and downs (not altogether due to the frequent stairways). Our class is known as “T he Gigglers. We are very proud of this name because we have come by it honestly. We lead all of the other classes in high school when perchance we head the line. In Botany, one student has explained to us to our complete satisfaction how a peach tree can bear almonds one year, and peaches the next. In Geometry, every one in the class can bisect a straight line. Our class, in history has waxed so enthusiastic over the study of the French Revolution, that it has effected a revolution of its own in order to make further study of cause and effect. In Latin some of our class have desired greater speed than the short section assigned fer each lesson and consequently have found nothing short of a pony’s gait satisfying to their ambitions. In American Literature. we have developed orators and poets—some of the class when speaking can be heard nearly half way across the room ar.d ethers can write rhyming couplets in imitation of, Ten little kittens ready to dine One choked on a bone, and then there were nine.” Many cf the class give promise of becoming famous linguists. Some will specialize in General Philosophy, judging from the interest in German proverbs. In German the only sad feature of the year has been the time lost in waiting for two Schaffs kope to get their brain gearing oiled and working. The class in German now numbers I 5—2. May the blight of dullness not touch another precious one! In athletics the Junior boys have played their part, and the Junior girls have cheered them on to victory. Notwithstanding their good playing, sad to relate, our boys are often fouled for hugging”—in basket ball. Now our history is told; we have witheld no secrets. And still we are the class of 1911.—Historian. LILA KATHAR1N PAINTER LiU is a jolly, good natured girl, who never smiles, but laughs, and when she does laugh the class roars. I ila says she is always good in school, but somehow the teachers never seem to agree with her. and then, alas! What d'you thick I got in deportment. is Lila's usual exclamation when report cards are given out. Fortune has especially favored Lila, lor she has escaped this year only with four studies, no wonder she can laugh so heartily. A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.' FLOYD C. HAYMOND An even-tempered boy who takes life as it comes, and lets it go at that He recites quotations so slowly that blessings are showered upon him by the grateful students when he saves them from flunking'' by taking up all the time. He blushes very prettily whenever a girl looks at him. It is supposed that he does not really dislike the fair sex. but he is just a little faint-hearted at times. Nevertheless, he is improving daily. He regards school as a joke. for “Daily he jroeth to recitation, and hourly he snaketh his head ‘no. ' I have ne'er a tongue in my head.' KITTY PEARLE COLE Kitty is a sly little miss, with large gray eyes and pretty hair. She is very modest and blushes at the slightest provocation. She is particularly fond of book-keeping, in fact, she devotes moat of her time to that fascinating study. Puss is ever ready for fun. but in some miraculous way she always manages to keep out of trouble. She is a dear, demure little lady whom all the class like. “She is a pretty puss-in-boots, Wilh a saucy name that suits--every glance, HAZEL PAULINE WAGNER Hud is an excitable somebody, who has a different mood for everyday in the week. She used to like the Hi ah School boya. but now ehe has outgrown them ana looks elsewhere for her friends.'' Hazel ia a good student and has a commendable ambition to stand as high as possible in her class. Sometimes when reciting her tongue gets twisted, and once-—to the astonishment of the whole Junior class-—she was heard to say in history that not even a cattle was left.' f ror one that triumphs great pain is to fail. LAWRENCE JACO MILLER Lawrence is bashful to an alarming degree and blushes continually. Owns a knife that is borrowed by every Junior girl. He never makes himself noticed. Never got less than 95 per cent, in deportment in his life. He is by no means cowardly for he is the only Junior boy who dares to undertake the difficulties of C.Ksar and Cicero, but nevertheless, he seems to fear the sound of his own voice, for although he always knows his lessons, he can'seldom be heard, even by his nearest neighbor. Silence is more eloquent than words.” EDNA LENORA COLUNS Edna is as quiet as a mouse but she can easily make herself heard if she is so inclined. Reciting memory passages ia her fort and she really does it well, for even if the class ia half asleep, they all wake up and listen when Edna begins to speak. She neither smiles nor frowns, but is always the same each day of the week Edna is always loyal to her class and her school. She is more fortunate than most of her classmates for she has a man' who takes her to foot-ball and basket-ball games She is ever gentle. GRACE MAY LOAR A long lime in ike pail Grace developed a great taste for learning, and ha since spared no time, sacrifice or meant which would aid her in securing any knowledge benefiting the minds of human being . Neither holi-days, warm weather nor lack of time prohibits her from the extreme toy of poring over her school books Even her Monday lessons have been known to be good. She was found mourning the other day because she had fallen below 97 per cent, in one study--a thing which had never before happened in her life. The only thing Grace really like to study better than her books, is the boys; and so much time has also been spent in this direction that she knows them nearly as well a her books. But when summer comes Grace throws aside all school restraints and other strenuous duties and goes to the country. Here she revels inioyous pastime like anyone else would, only more so. She says herself that her city friends would be greatly shocked at her summer behavior. Could one dream of such a thing? What she wills to do or say is Wisest, virtuousest. discreetest, best. WILLIAM LEO SCULL Wilhelm has curly hair that is envied by every girl in the class, but he will persist in patting it down with water every morning before school. He is a favorite of his teachers and classmates, especially of the girls, who cuss and discuss him more than any boy in the class. He is subject to fits of melancholia when a certain fair Sophomore has been unkind. William is a brilliant orator and is very romantic at time . He plays basket ball and is business manager of Das Bathlein. He has a great baritone voice and. in fact, his talents Me so numerous that it is difficult to determine in what line he will excel. “A lion among ladies, a most dreadful thing CARRIE LUC1LE WILKINSON Carrie was born sometime in the past. She did tomboy stunts until she was in her teens and has been looking solemn ever since. Came delights in playing pranks on her school-mates and needs no encouragement when there is any mischief to be done. She is also fond of eating apples in school, and. as she is very unselfish has been known to bring enough to satisfy the hunger of the whole class even at the last period before noon. She has two hobbies---asking questions and reforming. These keep her well employed, for as soon as she has brought about a successful reformation along one line she takes up another. When all her reforms are made Carrie will be so changed that even her best friends will scarcely know her. She is always the spokesman in the class for she can speak more words in a minute than anyone else on record. High flights, she had. and wit and will And so her tongue was seldom still. HAROLD GLEN BORD When Glen w.i a boy he played a. a boy and now un:b,hVxu: boyiah thing . � • is a Junior, he take great delight in shakit away I GRACE FAY FAWCETT Grace i one upon whose shoulder the cares of Me real lightly She ha never been called a grind ora dig a far as lessons are concerned. She reads anything. and every thing, and always has some interesting and entertaining book strapped among her school books. Consequently when called upon to prove a prop in Geometry, she invariably replies I don t believe I can do that. and. with an untroubled conscience continue the perusal of her story, whatever it may be. And she is not an angel, nol They are out of place below. Although hr ia a Junior, he __ aking a desk or moving h� a tc t luat io hear the noiae. He likea bright color And ia esDeci-ally fond of red. The c as sincerely believes that if the Burning Bush should tall him. he would l.ke Moses of old, reply Here am I” and falling humbly upon his knees profess his unworthiness. ... . What am l and from whence?—I nothing know but that I am. And since I am. conclude that I am somelhtna. LILA CREEL SINSEL Lila is the greatest giggler in the class; she even surpasses Carrie in that art. She giggles at everything and giggles at nothing. Iila is not fond of proving proposi-lions in Geometry but she is trying to proveto the world that it is possible to go through school with a good standing by merely carrying ones books homes and imagining that lessons are learned. Sometimes she learn one topic in history but some one else is sure to recite it and then poor Lila exclaims O. that s the only one I knew; and all that work for nothing. “Nothing on her brain. JESSIE LEE BUSH Jess and Nellie are the light' of the class. Jess is very modest and coy. for. as Editor-in-Chief she hesitates to assume first place and blushes very becomingly when board meetings are called. She has been known to take a joke seriously. Once a mischievous classmate kindly passed around some fake history test Question. The clai as was indi(ferent---all save Jessie, whose pencil was seen galloping across sheet after sheet of clean white tablet paper Verily a half page was consumed. Later in the history room a blank indescribable expression was observed on Jess' face for somehow her answers didn't fit the questions. She is a pianist of no little ability and for two years has been accompanist for the Gifts' Chorus. , , . ,, Uncertain, coy and hard to please and variable as any shade .. By the light quivering aspen made. A7.RA MARTIN PHIUPPS Azra is a generous little fellow and is well liked by everyone. Just because he is not six feet tall every body picks on him.' He is entirely free from fads' of all kinds, and is the only real ’ blonde' in the class. He is a droll little soul, and has been heard to remark Catch me walking with a girl. Dutch' is a great German student, in fact that is the only study in which his genius especially shows itself: after one year of German he 'can say Jawohl’’ with perfect ease. The expression of his face and the twinkle of his blue eyes give that one word a meaning so broad that only a few are capable of interpreting the fullness thereof. Good goods in a small package MARY RUTH WOODY A RD A jolly litde girl whom everybody likes. She has been known to have a gentleman caller. Lives out of town and goes home Friday evenings only when he” is coming to town. She is very fond of college kids.' Has a dreadful habit of calling everybody dearie (especially boys.) Her strong point is mathamatics (� She doesn't get enough of this particular branch in the morning, so she comes back to school every afternoon. She wears a little blue hat about the lice of an umbrella. •So unaffected, ao composed a mind So firm, ao atrong. yet ao refined. GRACE HELENA NUZUM Grace it the class artist and has worked well and faithfully on the drawing for Das Bac Klein Grace prefer botany to Latin for aa ahe aay . ahe ia very fond of nature. She love the tree and flower and above all, the bird . The '‘Robin ia her favorite. She ha made it a particular study for some time, and expect to continue in the future. She aaya it' ia very interesting becauae it ia � o very peculiar. My face ia my fortune. LOUIS RANDOLPH DOIJ. Louie very often haa a care-worn expreaaion on hi face and especially since it haa become necessary for him to be good in school, and being good is not at all in his line. Louis is very fond of cracking jokes, he answers all question with Joke , and some member of the class are inclined to regard him a the greatest joke of all. His favorite study i Geometry, but he is more successful with original proposition than others. He is also fond of botany and has succeeded in proving several new theories to the class. Inquire for further infor- EDNA DORN SHUCK Edna, as her name signifies, is of a very nervous temperament. She not only Shuck in the past but is still shaking and (thia is confidential) we think that Edna eagerly looks forward to the time when she .will no longer be Shuck. She is subject to morning headaches caused. he explain by atudy. By a single look into Edna's black eye one can tell that she has a temper---a real, live temper. But although a storm may be easily arouacd.it soon blow over. I know what atudy ia. mat ion . ■Thou hast so much, wit and mirth, and spleen about thee. NELLIE VIVIAN De.MOSS Nellie might be an an ter I. but she isn't (or some one uw her whisper once during recitation. She always nets 100 per cent, in deportment and never gets mixed up in scrapes with the rest of us. Nellie never quarrels. never complains, never argues, never talks in the halls, never giggles in the cloak-room, and never does anything wrong. She is just good. So rich within---so pure wilhout-� -art thou. With modest mein and soul of virtue rare. RUBY LEE RUTHERFORD Ruby is a funny somebody. She is just herself and patterns off of no one. She makes the cl ss laughs without half trying but seldom even smiles herself (� “Rube” is short and dumpy, and correspondingly jolly. She is always ready to make suggestions at opportune and inopportune times, and has a wonderful capacity for getting the wrong interpretation of things. Ruby is so fond of her books that she would almost rather miss a recitation than soil their fair white pages. She loves cats and is now mourning for one that was recently scared to death by a small motor boat. “O that this too. too solid flesh would melt. ULA RAY MILLER l-ila is a quiet little lady who comes and goes without any “fuss. She never speaks unless spoken to. and wouldn't do anything wrong for the world.' She has even been known to refuse an opportunity to copy all the questions fora history test! (True but unusual.) Never offers suggestions but is always ready with answers when called upon. In some unusual way, she manages to keep out of all troubles that the other members of the class bring upon themselves. Her looks do argue her replete with modesty. CHARLES A SINSEL RUTH JACKSON 3Jn Jttemortam J. HARVEY NEWLON as opf)ontore (Class ©fficrrs ‘President, Vice-President, . Secretary, Treasurer, Historian, FLOWER: -Red Rose. COLORS:—Qarnel and Gray. ROBERT PILSON HAROLD WILMOTH ADA THAYER GRACE PAINTER MA EL POLL In the Brooklet of nineteen-hundred and nine we observe that the Seniors were capped and gowned in token of their superior abilities.' The Juniors assert that their standard of nchievment is placed so high, that future classes cannot hope to go beyond it. And the Second Year claim to be the Best ever. But boasting thus would now betray our manner. For self-praise was not. is not. shall not be our banner. And you will call to mind that still water runs deepest. Modesty is Widsom's daughter. We simply tried to run our daily races. And let others praise us to our faces. We hail from the east. west, north and south of Greater Grafton: and we will enjoy the advantage of the full four year's course of our High School. As we have no motto recorded we would suggest as appropriate to this class the maxim of Ex-President Roosevelt: To speak softly, but carry a big stick. You will go far. Never hit if it can be helped, but never hit soft. It was our admittance into the High School that caused the great question of a new High School building to be raised, and was the di- rect source from which the memorable bond election was held for that purpose. While we are not proud of proving that the majority of our citizens are not as far advanced as their size and number would indicate, we are glad to know that our importance is such as to cause the people to sit up and take notice.” Professor Barbe of Morgantown, who visited our grade, said. I have seen many a class.” he told Mr. Brooks. But this one surpasses all in intelligent looks.” But this is not all the renown these Sophomores enjoys. We have kept in our class the greatest number of boys. And we are as proud of them, as proud can be. Although they number just twenty-three. We confess we re somewhat superstitious 'tis true. Because they number exactly the proverbial skidoo. But we hope this adversity to live o'er. By the solicitous care of our girls, who number just forty-four. We know our students will rank well in the masses. And we hear them being called the Class of all Classes.' ---Hislorian. PREPARATORY CLASS. 1912 COMMERCIAL CLASS. 1912 fconb ©ear Class oll Arline Bailey Jessie Beavers Marcelene Bender Lee Bennet Marguerite Bevelin Grace Boliner Dorsey Brannan Sidney Burdett Edith Bush Margaret Byers Arthur Cassell William Cassell Leslie Clayton Maud DeMoss Mabel Doll Edith Dunnington Robert Dunnington Harriett Evans Curtis Fletcher Bernice Foley Leslie Gaskins Mary Grinnan Chauncey Helmes Bertie Jacobson Bessie Kennedy Mabel Kennedy Orlysle Kimmel Mary Kinney Reba Lake Alfreda Maddox Clyde Mays Goldie Miller Dorothy Morgan William Morgan Joseph Newham Ella May Newlon Ralph Nuzum Grace Painter Robert Pilson Esther Poe Karl Poe Lester Preiss Lotta Shaffer Vera Shaw Ada Smith Ethel Tapp Ada Thayer Dorothy Thayer Lula Thomas Ruth Tregellas Harry Towles Floyd Utterback Paul Warden Fred White Lena White Percy White Harold Wilmoth Herman Wilson Bessie Withers Clee Withers Frank Yates Jfresrtjman Class Officers ‘President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, Historian, CLARENCE ST A TLER LOAR KEANE NELLIE LUCAS CLARENCE DILWORTH GAY SHAW Jfrrstfjman 2)iston As it has become necessary for us, the class of nineteen hundred and thirteen, to reveal the history of our freshman year, we now endeavor to tell in as few words as possible, the things we think best for the people to know. The sixth day of September, nineteen hundred and nine, was the day on which we entered the Grafton High School. We then and there determined to become an important class of the Grafton High School. We entered upon our work with determined minds. We have risen early and stayed up late in order to get our Latin grammar and also our other studies. Although many of our class-mates have disappointed us by dropping out. we still have achieved a little success. We are anxious to take our place as Sophomores, so as to show the people what our class can do for the Grafton High School. -—Historian. PREPARATORY CLASS 1913 COMMERCIAL CLASS 1913 Jfrrsfjman Class l oll Hazel Bayley Bernice Beavers Virginia Breedlove Helen Colburn John Cowherd Harry Curry lcie Elliott Pascol Elliott Ethel Gough Marian Gough Daisy Hadix Julia Hardie Ada Jackson Inez Knight Pearle Lake Josaphine Luzadder Charlotte Marple Jane McCafferty Hazel Morrison Mabel Phillips Ella Prim Junior Pugh Ralph Redinger Ella Redinger Mary Roe Gay Shaw Kathryn Shordeon Louise Thayer Lily Waters Nitia Means Ada Zinn Opha Cole Dewey Corbin Nora Courtney Clarence Custer Olin Ford Emma Jacobs Lila Keane Loar Keane Clay Kinney Lola Knight Ray Leonard Leslie Loar Jean Mays Frank Morgan Donald McFarling Loraine Painter Corbin Payne Clark Reese Gorden Rosier William Shaffer Olga Shirer Clarence Statler Winnie Warder Clara Farnsworth Nellie Lucas Dorsey Fawcett Clarence Dilworth Lawrence Patton GIRLS' CHORUS The Grafton High School since entering inter-schol astic atheletics has been very successful; and this success has been due. not to having boys who were exceptionally strong physically or who had an extroardinary amount of skill, but principally to a splendid school spirit and loyalty. This spirit has not been confined to the teams alone but has pervaded all concerned in the High School work. The teachers and pupils have always given atheletics hearty encouragement and support. The teams in the past years have been good and have won a majority of the games both in basket ball and foot ball. Places on the teams have always been decided upon merit alone and these have been carefully chosen from bona fide students. Our principal keeps in touch with the teams and looks after them carefully. The teachers show that they are very much interested by attending and by helping to “root for the school. They encourage the boys by their presence and set an example for the pupils to follow. The boys always put up a hard game and have never been known to play unfairly, while their conduct away from home has always been that of gentlemen. Atheletics have not always been confined to the boys alone. The girls several years ago organized a basket ball team and kept it up as long as they could under the unfavorable conditions then existing in the way of gymnasium facilities. If we had an up to date gymnasium the girls as well as the boys could organize basket ball teams and atheletics in the High School would answer more truly its purpose which is to give all. pyhsical training that would not alone cultivate strong bodies but also would teach self-control and self-restraint. Barnes JMapeb October 9th. Fairmont at Grafton. October 16th, Morgantown at Grafton. October 30th, Grafton at Morgantown November 6th. Grafton at Kingwood. November 12th, Fairmont at Grafton. November 19th. Grafton at Clarksburg. Nov. 25th. High School vs. Old Stars. Jfoot JJall The foot ball team this season was an athletic success. Under the direction of coach Lanham the boys did splendid work, winning three games, losing three, and tying two games out of the eight that were played. C R. G. k % L.T. R £. L.E. R. H B L. H B. F. B. 2E3 Jfoot IfoU lineup Herman Wilson William Cassell Clen Bord Thomas Russell Leslie Gaskins Edmund Lilly and Georjre Jeffery Chaurcey Helms Edwin Powell ——.—...... i Clarence Staller Lewis Doll c� Hanold Wilmoth •Harry Curry. Robert Dunnington. Charlea Sinsel. IBasUrt Hall The High School team had two games forfeited to them from Mannington, and one from Fairmont, as these two teams cancelled the games and refused to play them, three more victories were added to the credit of the High School. The High School team won six games and lost two. Panics fllapeb January 20th. Grafton at Clarksburg. February 5th. Grafton at Terra Alta. February 19th, G. High School vs. St. Augustine School. February 26th. Clarksburg at Grafton. March 5th. Fairmont at Grafton. Sagfeet Jtall lineup Center. Fred Abbott Right Guard. Edwin Powell Left Guard, William Scull Right Forward. William Cassell Left Forward. Charles Sinsel Subs,---Chauncey Helms. Harry Curry. Leslie Loar. Herman Wilson. U «r � mwu« znmiuuznn JDalf oscs Translated from tbe German of Z [icsc Upstairs in Grand father s attic stood the trunk of my aunt, crowded in between old boxes, chests and satchels. It was large, old and ugly, but we always regarded it with curiosity, because we did not know what was in it. Neither did our Grandparents know. Many, many years ago, two cousins of our Grandfather's had been at his house for a long time, and when they had gone away again, they had asked to leave the trunk there until they should come to take it away themselves. But they had never come back again, and the trunk still stood in Grandfather’s attic. This attic was an uncanny place. Large, low and dark, with slanting gable windows, even on bright days it seemed a little wierd. Of evenings, especially, we did not like to go there, and under no conditions without company. There was a scudding, a crackling, a rustling everywhere, and we were glad when we were downstairs again. In the day time, however, we liked very much to sit in a bright corner of the attic, and watch the little particles of dust dancing in the slanting sunlight streaming in. hunt through old rubbish or conjecture about the trunk. The trunk had once been painted black, but now the color had gradually faded, the cracked, worm-eaten wood showed through; the iron bands which held it close bound, had rusted more and more as the years passed by. Nevertheless, we could not open it; the lock seemed to be very good still; we had to content ourselves with contemplating it on all sides, sitting or dancing upon it. To tell the truth, it could stand anything. It must be confessed we concerned ourselves very little about the aunts, who were the fortunate owners of this treasure. Not because there would have been any lack of human kindness in us. but because, in our opinions, we had enough aunts. We had. like all mortals, different kinds of aunts. Some were very dear, good and amiable; others kept dinging at us for our youthful imperfections and said we were not lovable, stupid and impertinent. We had certain aunts who were never satisfied with us, who made us feel constantly that each day was drawing us farther from the path of virtue. They told us long stories about unnatural, well-behaved children, and their opinions seemed to be, that we did not have the slightest similarity with paragons of excellence. We became pretty tired of this; these aunts made us hate our own dispositions. We were not exactly bad; but perhaps they were justified in their bad opinion of us; but we did not love them either. Children should only love, and therefore, their influence was not good. Lven now a sensation of coldness passes over me. when I think back on each loveless, faultfinding aunt, and how warmly thankful love streams through me. when I think of that aunt who, with loving, gentle hand introduced me to the secrets of the alphabet, who carefully cherished all my good qualities, from whom no misdoings were hid, and who never gave moral admonitions. On this account she shall be loved forever. We always regarded the hostile aunts with certain mistrust. George seemed to think that unmarried aunts were generally the nicest. But my impression was entirely different. So our opinions clashed on this point and the question, whether an unmarried aunt should be preferred to a married aunt, has never been settled to this day. When we were going to the strait to meet Aunt Julia and Aunt Augusta, it suddenly occurred to us on the way, that we did not know whether they were married or not. The aunts, whom we were expecting, were the ones who owned the tiunk. We had been so delighted in looking forward to the opening of the mysterious ob- ject. that the question as to who Aunt Julia and Aunt Augusta seemed to be of very little consequence. But now as we sat beside Henry on the box, while the empty coach rolled along behind us, we felt that we ought to find out something more about the ladies with whom we should soon have to sit. primly, in the carriage. Only a short time before 1 had had a somewhat spirited discussion with the unmarried aunt who managed grandfather's hnusehold, and so I wished that these strange aunts would be unmarried. George remarked with his usual spirit of contradiction, that he didn't care whether they were married or single; he didn't want any more aunts, whether married or unmarried, they were mostly no good either way. Uncles were better anyway, under all circumstances. 1 did not reply, for we had fine uncles; one quite young, and jolly besides, and still a student at the Uni versity; but I still thought about the aunts, and 1 asked Henry if he knew anything about the expected aunts, Whereupon the coachman answered with a serious face, that he had not seen the ladies for thirty years, and only once then. I hey were very young women then, he remembered. while he drove a fly off Herman’s back with the whip, but in thirty years one changes a great deal. I hat was quite probable, and so we could indulge in the most phantastic surmises, until the keen east wind blew sharp around our ears, and the ferryman let us spring off the coach into his arms. They cross immediately,'1 he remarked; one has a blue and the other a green veil, and they are both very thin, too. Then he screwed his telescope together through which he viewed the high running sea; and we ran out on the bridge to watch the boat, which still lay. seemingly quiet between the waves. Our strait is even yet an unaccountable companion. During the hardest storms, it seems to an observer to seldom run in one direction but often changes about every fifteen minutes. There is certainly no pleasure in dancing no the gray-green waves of the east sea in a sail boat. 1 he one current flung the little vessel inward, the next outward, and it required the cool-headness of an expert sailor to steer his boat smoothly through the breakers. But the occupants of the boat could not always steer themselves so well. “I believe that the ladies are very sea-sick. remarked the ferryman, who stood beside us. We nodded compassionately; we always had sympathy with sea-sickness. George, however, suddenly developed an entirely new thought. Is one more apt to be sea-sick when she is unmarried or when she has a husband. he asked. The one questioned drew his great sout-wester a little farther down over his ears. 1 don't knpw anything exactly to say in reply he answered thoughtfully. The sister of my sister-in-law, who took a trip with her husband to China, was caught in a typhoon, which is a Chinese storm, and remained sound like a little fort, while her husband, the steward and all the rest of the men on board were totally wretched. She wrote me that herself in a letter. If a married man once lies on the flat of his back, then everything has to fare ill. No. certainly marriage has nothing to do with sea-sickness. Well, here they are. help me a little with the bundles, children. With the bundles, under which our friend classed all baggage, we had been familiar since our birth. We knew, that when aunts came, we could not be seen at all for a long time on account of the bonnet cases, cloaks and band boxes, and when the rocking boat hit the shore with a thud, while all the planks creaked, we stretched out our hands, full of expectancy, to take the well recognized bundles. Two slender, elderly ladies were lifted out of the boats by Neils. They reeled a little and looked very pale; when we, however, reached for the band-boxes and shawls, they came toward us. We should not carry anything, they said, they would not allow it; and then they fondled us and observed kindly that we were dear, pretty children. Our astonishment was great; it grew beyond all bounds, however, when the aunts insisted upon riding backwards in the coach, while they entreated us to sit riding forwards or in the back seat as we sometimes say. We did it, of course, for the fun of it if for no other reason, and so we could tell it afterward, how funny it was to have aunts who wished to ride backwards while we travelled forwards: nevertheless we felt queer during the whole proceeding, and we became quiet and thoughtful. The aunts who sat unpretentiously opposite, holding their bandboxes on their knees, spoke a few French words, now and then, to each other. We could not understand it all. but we understood enough to know that they thought we were well-behaved, and that I was somewhat homely. At first we looked as straight in front of us as possible, then we nudged each other, and finally burst out laughing. It was entirely too comical that we should be called “well-behaved. And when we noticed that the aunts were looking at us smilingly, and showed no signs of recounting to us of other children who had suddenly died because they had laughed in the presence of their relations, we became quite ccn-fidential. We directed a rapid fire of questions at the unfortunate ladies, and when we reached home. I was prepared to tell the maid immediately that Aunt Julia was fifty, and Aunt Augusta fifty-five years old; that each one had brought four dresses, and that neither was married. And probably the trunk should be opened in the morning! The trunk! The thought that we should finally be let into the mystery of the trunk excited us powerfully : we talked incessantly about it; what it would likely contain: but we did not comprehend at all why the aunts did not rejoice much over the event, and why aunt Augusta's face was so sad, when she, followed by us, went up the narrow attic stairs. And now at last, at last the heavy, dusty cover was opened; a wonderful ordor of decay came toward us, and we caught sight of piles of clothing carefully folded away. Unpack it said George and I in a breath; but both aunts, usually so polite and consid- erate. did not obey us immediately. They knelt before the full trunk, and the tears streamed from their eyes. Outside it was raining, hard drops like tears glided over the slanting attic windows; the wind played among some loose roof-tiling, and often sounded as it were weeping too. We began to feel very uncomfortable, but aunt Augusta noticed our astonished faces in spite of the gray light. With an imploring smile she looked at us. kindly smoothing our hair. It will soon pass by she said, asking us to excuse her, We have not seen the trunk for so long; it was packed when we were thirty years younger. Now the memories come flocking back— She broke off. and caressed us again. She probably saw that children have no appreciation either for memories or long spans of time. Aunt Julia had just begun to unpack. At first we passed the things indifferently through our hands; old linens, fine hosiery and other necessary things; but we listened attentively to the stories aunt Julia told us about them. This lace jabot her father had worn on state occe sions. He had been district magistrate, and must have lived in grand style, judging from the buckled shoes which next came to light, and then came a band of ribbon to which a badge of order was fastened. This had belonged to the Grandfather of the aunts, a Danish general. It had formerly not been the custom to send the badge of orders to the gentlemen of the land; a case lined with faded velvet contained all sorts of crosses and medallions. So long as we engaged ourselves with the undergarments of the dapper general, we had listened quietly to the aunts; when his coat was brought out, however, they might just as well have been speaking with the roof-tiling as with us. We had barely obtained their permission to don some of the costly things lying about, then we made a great racket on the attic stairs. George put on a fiery-red dress-coat, whose tails swept behind him like a train. I had donned a three-cornered hat and Order of the Danebrog, and had hung a sword knot about my neck. Our older brothers stood at the foot of the steps, and after a few minutes, we sat weeping before the front door. All that remained to us was the sword knot. Our treasures had not only gone over into other hands; they had also thrown up to us that we were bad Schleswig-Holsteiners, for who wears now-a-days a Danish uniform and a badge of the Danish king. But we would have to see our parents, and for the present, leave the articles in the hands of the older brothers. However, we did not cry long. The red, moth eaten coat wandered back again to the aunts, and the badge too, and when they afterwards gave us-all something, we were changed and quiet spectators. The trunk contained really costly, old things; old glassware, books, memorandum tablets and a multitude of old fashioned things which would have given joy to every collector of curios. I hey left out some things for us to select something from. I chose a watch made of a kind of metal called tombak. and George selected for himself a narrow strip of embroidery all rolled together. There were pale roses and forget-me-nots embroidered on narrow canvas, and the aunts wanted him to have a pair of suspenders made out of it. later. It struck me oddly that aunt Augusta, before she laid this bundle on the table, had cried some more. She looked long at the pale roses, and now and then stroked them sadly. When she saw my eyes fastened on her. she sought to excuse herself again. “It is only because it recalls my youth. she said with her gentle voice. 'When I lived with my aunt in Apenrade, I embroidered these roses. It was intended to be a trimming for a curtain but it was never finished. I was just setting my tombak watch, which had the habit of going for a little while if it was shaken violently. For that reason, 1 heard but little of aunt Augusta's speech, but more of the loud ticking of the watch. George, accordingly, got the pale, embroidered roses, and he wanted to make a pair of splendid horselines out of them. But later he got tired of the embroidery, and he exchanged it with me for the watch. In the meanwhile the aunts went away. We were sorry for the separation, for according to our opinion, there were no better companions. They had never given us a lecture on morality, neither had they marvelled at our wildness. Always polite and kind, they thought only good of us and all mankind; they gave us a wonderful example of modesty and kind-heaitners, so that we could recount in the presence of children, where we often discussed our relations. “We have two aunts who always take the smallest pieces at the table, and say that they are content with anything, an assertion we all heard with unusual distrust. If we went so far as to give the information that these aunts left us go out the door first and laugh if we proclaimed at the table, in loud tenes. their ages, there followed for the most part, loud contradiction. There were no such aunts, the older ones said. Aunts were frightfully peculiar, with their food as well as with their ages; so our stories seemed generally tiresome, and they were usually passed over by an indifferent silence. The others had interesting relations. One of the children had an uncle who hung his hair on a stick at night, and one big boy could boast of an aunt who had been dead many years. She still haunted the town because she had buried a treasure and had neglected to tell where it could be found. Now she could not rest in her grave, because the treasure had not appeared of its own accord. We children sat huddled together, with very red cheeks, and tried to think what we would do if we ever met the aunt's ghost, and we who loved aunt Julia and aunt Augusta regretted secretly that they had not done something that would have made them great and important in the eyes of our companions. They remained, however, as they were, and suffered the fate of the best of our fellow beings. Since wc could not force them to tell about themselves, they were at last entirely forgotten. Weeping we had accompanied our aunts to the strait when they left; we had tenderly prom- ised and promised never to forget them—but what became of these promises? We had new visitors, other impressions occupied our child-hearts, and the aunts, far away, were remebered less and less. Many times afterward when we set the tombok watch to going, we spoke of Aunt Augusta, who gave it to us. But when the wheel-work failed and in spite of all shaking remained motionless, it was stuck into a chest of drawers which was hard to open, and 1 do not know where it finally ended. But 1 still had my strips of canvas for which I had cherished only a passing inclination. Forgotten, and rolled together, as it had lain for thirty long years before, it remained under the rest of my relics until George found it once and declared it was his property. 1 wouldn’t allow this, and as we got into a hot contest, which ended by my running into Grandfather's sitting room with the embroidery to open and untangle it. There were a few long stiips. which with the locsened. unraveled stitches, made quite a large bundle. None cf it seemed very beautiful to me. and I was just wondering whether it had been worth while to fuss with George about these pale roses, when the door opened, a gentleman entered, simply directed by the maid. He wore a Danish uniform, and I knew at once that he was an officer of the recruiting commission and that he wished to speak with Grandfather. Such visits were not unusual, and I disentangled myself from my strips of embroidery to shake hands with the gentleman and offer him the easy chair. He began at once to speak German to me. something that few Danes from principle, did with Germans. 1 soon felt at home with the General and at.swered his questions earnestly. He had good, intelligent eyes; when he told me about his children 1 became more confidential. When he asked me in well-meaning derision, what 1 was going to do with the embroidered bands there on the floor. I fetched it and showed it to him. Attentively, and half thoughtfully he examined the pale roses, while I unrolled it before him. Aunt Augusta gave it to us. She had a trunk; which she had got long ago in Apenrade, and this embroidery was also made in Apenrade, and here’1—1 reached after a folded paper which seemed to have fastened itself right at the end— Oh! here is a letter, and 1 believe there is something in it. Quickly the General snatched the paper out of my hand. He was blushing, or did it only seem so to me? You will give me this paper, won’t you, he asked, and I nodded indifferently, even though surprised. Just then Grandfather stepped into the room; the Danish general greeted him politely, and 1 was sent out. Many years had passed and the Duneborg waved no longer over the Schlesevig-Holstein lands; it was then 1 visited Aunt Julia and Aunt Augusta. It must be admitted that 1 did not remember their names any longer; but they remembered me by my surname, and so we talked over old, long-past times. They had not become more feeble with age nor less lovable; if it is really true that each person is half angel and half devil, then the devil had made a poor business with these two old ladies. They were well known in the whole neighborhood on account of their astonishing goodness, and while I sat with them in their best room, and while they begged me to eat up the very best food they had, there came over me the pressing feeling of humiliation that comes over ordinary people when they are not in the company of their own kind but their superiors. Aunt Augusta had become very deaf. But whoever looked into her beaming eyes could surmise how beautiful they had formerly been. After dinner she drew me aside into a corner. “I must thank you now. she began with her soft voice, you have done me a great kindness.” I must have looked much astonished; for she smiled a sad little smile. Then she laid a small, closely-written paper in my hand, and showed me a small ring on her watch chain. You do not recognize both, but you have possessed both. Shall I tell you the story? It is short, but if it is tiresome to you, you may leave; I shall not take it amiss. It is long since past, and I can speak calmly of it now. When 1 lived in my younger days with my aunt in Apen-rade, life lay right before me. Everyone was kind to me, and my aunt intended that I should marry richly; that would have been all right for my sisters, and I should gladly have done it too, but for a young Danish lieutenant who had naught but a good name. He often came to see me. and I forgot entirely that my aunt had different plans for me, I was working the strips of embroidery which you afterwards got; how zealously 1 would embroider in the roses if he sat by and watched my hands. Oh! it was a lovely time; too lovely to last long. One day I sought my embroidery in vain, and then suddenly the lieutenant ceased coming. My aunt said that I had probably been careless with the work; but 1 could not understand its disappearance at all. But I did not worry so much over that; much more terrible to me was the thought that the lieutenant did not come again. I did not like to ask about him, and when I afterwards found out accidently that he had been stationed elsewhere, I poured out many tears in secret. He had said no fair word to me. and now he had gone from me. Aunt Augusta stopped a moment and sobbed; then she turned to me again. Is the story not tiresome? But it is nearly all told. My aunt accidentally found my work again; but I didn't want to embroider the roses any more, and so. just as it was. I laid the bundle away and have never opened it since. My aunt died, in a few years we came to your Grandfather’s where we left the old trunk. You remember how we came again, and that you children kept something out of the contents. I thought nothing more of the roses. 7 hen one day I received a letter from Copenhagen. 1 had heard some time before of the lieu- tenant; he had risen high in the ranks, and had married a former court lady. Now he wrote to me. It was a note from him with a ring in it that he himself had stuck into the embroidery. Had my aunt seen it? It was certainly about the time that I had lost the embroidery. But she had meant all for my good; she has been dead a long time; I should not like to send any unkind thoughts after her into the beyond. She certainly did not realize that the happiness of my whole life depended on the man; he had left me without parting; without one word, because he could not comprehend my behavior. The old lady folded her hands and looked quietly before her. Outside the church bells began to ring, and some childreji ran laughing and chattering past our window; Aunt Augusta heard nothing of the noise. She smiled beamingly. He loved me, said she with radiant face. He loved me truly. Since I have known it I am so happy, much happier than before. He wrote to me so beautifully after he had found his little note with you. and he begged my pardon, because he had doubted me. Unluckily, he had gone away from me, and now when so many years lay between us and our youth, now, he must learn that I had never heard of his love. For a long time I did not like to think of him; now when I sit all alone, and everything is so quiet about me. then I hear a voice in me which softly says. He has loved me truly, and he knows now that 1 have always been his beloved—always and forever! Is that not wonderful? And for this peace in my old age, I thank a child's hand. Now the old aunt is dead, and in summer the roses bloom on her grave. Pale Roses, they are of a faint, fine odor; pale roses, with which so many hearts must be content in this life. (.Tran hull C.S.. 10) Ceacfjers' Viewpoint SB tutirnt's! Viclupomt My pony is my helper, I shall not flunk, It raiseth my standing. It leadeth me in the paths of knowledge for credit’s sake. Yea, though 1 plod through my Latin and German, I will fear no harm, for thou art with me, and thy phrases, they comfort me. Thou preparest my lessons for me, in spite of my teachers; thou crownest my head with fame; my standing runneth high. Surely applause and recognition shall follow me all the days of my life, and my pony shall dwell in my house forever. “ P onc :% tale” All the frat” houses and resorts frequented by the college men were in a high state of excitement. Excited gesturing groups of college men dotted the campus talking in hushed and subdued tones. “Jack Sterns ‘gone stale!' Was it a fact? “Could it be vouched for? “Had it circulated from good authority? Such questions and hundreds of others flew from lip to lip, from group to group. If the truth, what would the college do? Who could take his place? The entire college was in a state of expectation and suspense, waiting and hoping for the best, but dreading lest the worse should prove true. In the afternoon of the day before, a statement came out that Jack Sterns had gone stale and had been laid off the team indefinitely until he could come back to his old “form. The reasons given were that the severe training, the rigorous exercise day after day. and the worry of the “big game. all combined, had made him a nervous physical wreck, consequently the coach thought it best he take a short rest. Like all such reports, it had spread like wild-fire,from man to man, from room to room, until it had finally become college property. All could guess what it meant to the school, but only his teammates knew the terrible significance of that report. It was like receiving a severe blow in the face when least expecting it. Jack Sterns “gone stale and laid off the team indefinitely, and the big game with Hulver. their strong rival, only one week off! Hulver and Aven were bitter and revengeful rivals. The whole season's victories amounted to nothing when staked against this big game. It was then each team was on its mettle; each player tried harder than he had in any other game all season, to win glory and recognition. Nevei were contests more fierce and bitter than when these two schools clashed arms. This feeling was hereditary, from generation to generation; it was distilled and double distilled until with the lapse of years a hard and deadly hatred had grown up for everything connected with the opposite school. What would it mean to the college? Who could take the place of the crack half-back, known to all of the college world? Jack Stern's one hundred and ninety pounds of muscle and vitality. Full of life and vigor, he was the main stay of the team. No one else could tear through an opponent’s line like him. No one else could make such seemingly impossible gains as he. Small wonder the college was in a state of turmoil. One group of students larger than the others were gathered in a mass near the dormitory steps. They consisted of Jack’s particular chums. “I tell you there's no truth in it! one exclaimed vehemently. “But, Bud, Jack's roommate told me.” persisted another. Ohl I don't believe it,” put in a third. ‘He never played a better game in his life than he did last week. “Well, here he is himself; let him tell us. called out one, who had been looking down the walk. All turned and gazed in the direction indicated. A tall broad-shouldered, clean looking fellow, tastefully dressed was rapidly approaching the group, with an easy, athletic swing characteristic of the college man. “What about this; Jack. ' called one. “Yes. tell us. asked another. “Is it true. demanded a third. ‘Tell you what? is what true? he asked smilingly. “Now don’t all speak at once. “W’hy. about your being laid off the team. they demanded. The smile faded from his face. “Yes. it’s true, fellows, he admitted, reluctantly. I am not quite up to my usual ‘form’ and they think that I had better take a resti He laughed harshly. Won’t you play in the game Saturday?” I don't know; 1 sincerely hope so. If 1 don’t. Woodruff will take my place, and 1 am sure he will play his best, but he is young to the game yet. and his show for the big game may perhaps rattle him and turn his head. But 1 hope to be back to my old ’form' by that time. and. fellows—please---don't—mention this anymore, will you. remember? It isn’t pleasant subject, especially to me.1’ He turned and went slowly up the dormitory steps, leaving the crowd shaking their heads in moody silence. Little irresistible Tommy Kile, drooping dejectedly, was the first to break the silence. I tell you. fellows, that is an awful blow to Jack; he was counting on that Hulver game so much; he wanted to wipe out the disgrace of last year’s defeat. That went hard with him, and with him. in the line-up Saturday. we could have beaten them he continued, confidently “If Jack hadn t got laid off. I say fellows, its a rotten trick, after the way he has worked for the team too; but there is still a chance, for. if Jack pulls through, the game is ours. So hock your jewelry and clothes wait for Jack Sterns to be placed in the back field and then lay every blessed cent you can scrape together on Aven. Take it from me. Father Isichtime will be doing a great business.’’ I say. cut in Percival Board the immaculate. who always wore his necktie at precisely the right angle, had the largest cuffs and the shapliest razorlike crease in his trousers of all the boys in the school. He smoked a bull-dog pipe and talked with an affected accent, imagining himself a man and something of a ladies’ favorite. Me was jealous of Jack, because the girls admired him. He was one of those fellows who was petted and humored by mamma; who never went out doors without his chest protector and over shoes, and who are forever doomed to be a wall flower. He could carry a cane with the greatest proficiency, and drink and imagine it was manly, because he didn't have the strength to resist. “You fellows make me tired, don’t you know. Fancy, how you go on about this fellow. Jack, and he is nothing but a common foot-bawler. By jove, 1 never saw such shockingly bad manners. Who knows anything about his people; don’t—you-” Oh! go soak your head, answered Tommy; then in mock alarm. “Ohi please don't, 1 didn't mean it, I didn’t mean it. Your head is so light that you might get your ‘tootsies' wet.' Then as he edged nearer and drew himself up to his full heighth. continued: “Do you know what 1 think of you, you putty-faced, bouquet-carrying sissy, wax model for a Jew clothing store cad? jack Stern's little finger is worth more than your whole miserable carcass. Why, if brains were powder you wouldn't have enough to light the fuse. Come on fellows, or there will be blood shed. Ugh!” They moved on laughing at Percival's discomfiture, who followed with his “bah joves, “say,’1 and similar expressions, which he imagined were thoroughly English. Jack on reaching the second floor of the dormitory threw open a door and entered. The room was the college room; walls were hung with pennants, foils, gloves, and trophies from the athletic field. In one corner stood a banjo; by the window was a tastefully arranged cozy corner, and against the wall at the opposite side of the room stood an amply filled book case. In front of a great fire was a huge arm chair, in which was sprawled a youth, his feet spread wide apart, his hands thrust deep into his trousers pockets, and his head sunk upon his chest—a piece of dejected humanity. Why this picture of woe. called Jack cheerfully, as he closed the door, Come on out of that grouch. Don’t you hear the crisp air calling? Tis the call of the woods and streams to wake up. Come out of that transe! Huh! grunted the figure. What s the matter. asked Jack. Has the latest catch thrown you down? Huh,1 it again grunted, then, suddenly coming to life, it sat upright. By thunder. Jack, it may be a joke for you, but what is the team going to do without you on it? It's a bally shame! “Oh, they know what they are doing.' Doing, the dickens! I ake you out and the whole team will go to pieces; the men can’t play without you. By jove, we weren’t counting on anything like this. What's the matter old man; are you off your ‘feed?1 What’s gone wrong? You don’t feel bad, do you? anxiously. “No Bud. I never felt better in my life declared Jack. Look at this arm; look at this hand-steady as a rock; look at this chest; look at this neck. Any thing wrong? Do I look it? They just got it in their heads that I was ‘off, just because I showed up ’bum’ in that ‘Pensy’ game and in the last two practices. Yes. you did. admitted Bud but then I thought that you were just ’off a little,’ Jack. I don't know what we will do without you. “Oh, come on, ‘cut that out.’ don’t croak in public, before the game comes off. and then afterwards come out with that 1 told you so.’ Get in and dig. Come on. let’s get these lessons. I can’t study. Jack, it’s no use. All my money up on that game, and the ‘Governor’ and Kate coming up. Kate coming up. demanded Jack. Yes. just got a letter. Want a read it? He tossed a dainty perfumed envelope toward Jack, who took it gingerly; turned it over and over, looked at it from all sides; and finally gained courage to open it. He read it through eagerly, but there was only one line which pressed itself indelibly upon his mind. That line read: “Remember me to Jack and tell him we must win. Kate had been to college three years before when they were in their freshman year and Jack being thrown constantly with her, had become very much infatuated with this clashing vivacious girl from the “Sunny South. But suddenly his day dreams were broken by the appearance of a friend of the family and the next day. Kate left for home in company with the stranger. For days. Jack wandered aimlessly around. Soon after reaching home, she sent Bud a small picture of herself. One day Bud coming into the room quickly, caught Jack gazing at the picture on the mantle piece. Nothing was said; but the next day the picture was gone, and Bud wisely appeared not to notice its absence. So it was that that the letter recalled both pleasant and bitter memories. I he day of the game dawned bright and clear. The little town was full of people who crowded the sidewalks and streets. The station was a mass of humanity. Peddlers were loudly calling attention to their brightly colored pennants and badges. Every one wore his favorite college colors. All appeared to be following the same path which led to the athletic field. The road was filled with a jolly, shoving, pushing mass of humanity, all anxious and impatient, as they approached the large stadium, which was all ready being rapidly filled. Here and there could be seen old “gTads joyfully slapping each other on the back and calling one to another as they saw old chums, they had not seen for years—old friends, who brought back pleasant recollections of the by-gone days. The large tiers of seats were a mass of waving colors, on the right a sea of blue, the mass of Aven rooters. on the left a moving cloud of red and black, the sup porters of the Hulver team. At two-thirty, the large tiers of seats were filled to over-flowing and the college band was playing martial music when a cry was raised at the northern end of the field. All eyes gazed thai way. to see Hulver vault the low railing and rapidly taking their positions, begin running signal piactice. The expert devotee of the game noted with a quick, critical glance, the clean swinging movements with which they ran their plays. But at this moment was heard exultant shouts, which started like the gentle rustle of a breeze and gradually swelled into a roar, as Aven appealing and trotting out upon the field began to run her signals. 1 he eyes of every one searched Aven's line quickly for Jack Sterns; but he could not be found. 1 here was a sigh of disappointment. Hulver sports could no longer find any Aven money and were forced to offer odds three to five. Promptly at three o’clock the referee’s whistle blew and the teams lined up for the kickoff. Johnson. Hulver’s large fullback, was seen carefully placing the ball on a small mound of dirt in the centre of the field. Carefully, and as deliberately as a general going into battle he measured the wind and possible weak spot of Aven’s team. “Oh. if we only had Jack there! more than one was heard to say. At this moment Jack Sterns came through the side lines at the lower end of the field, and as he approached, a mighty cheer was raised, which quickly changed to one of disappointment, as he took his place with the other “subs” at the side lines. Looking up at a certain portion of the grand stand, he saw a dainty piece of lace flutter in the wind and he quickly waved his hand in response. The referee again blew his whistle “Ready, Aven. he called in clear, sharp tones; Ready. came back the answer. “Ready. Hulver. Ready” answered Johnson, as he rose from the ball and backed off a few paces to the rear looking hastily up and down his men to see if all were in readiness. 1 he huge grand stand was hushed and the spectators were leaning forward eager to note every move of the opposing team. “All right fellows. At them now! called Aven's captain. Sterns and the other subs” were crouching cross-legged and blanketed on the side lines somewhat resembling Indian chiefs in their bright colored blankets, but unlike the Indian, their agitation and suspense were plainly visible. The whistle blew and Johnson, with peculiar little strides, reached the ball, drew back his foot, and caught it full; it rose straight in the air like a thing of life and revolving, began to drop slowly with the Aven men waiting open armed to receive it. It was a mighty kick and the grand stand shouted its approval. Clear to the goal posts it went and fell with a thud in Woodruff s aims, who in an instant was off up the field with the Aven men running interference. Again and again the Hulver men were “bowled over by the Aven men until finally a Hulver man threw himself under the interference and all went down in a confused jumbled mass, but not until twenty yards had been gained. It was now Aven’s turn to cheer and they made the very buildings vibrate and echo with their long drawn out battle cry, filling the air and inspiring new hope and vigor in the team. But the sharp cry of Hulver came back, derisively flaunted in Aven’s very teeth. Hulver here took a stand and the battle settled down to a close hard fought contest. First Aven would have the ball, lose on downs and punt, then Hulver would do the same. Back and forth up and down the centre of the field they fought, neither gaining an advantage over the other. The excitement was intense; men in their interest forgot to cheer; women let out shrill little screams of terror as the two teams came together with a crash. The subs were shaking from head to foot, their teeth were chattering and shaking; little chills were chasing each other up and down their spines. Sterns had risen from the ground and was pacing up and down the side lines unable to stand the suspense, his large chest heaving convulsively and his huge hands gripped with determination. There were just five minutes left to play in the first half, and at this point Aven tried a trick play they had not tried before this season; waiting until they were in a tight place; the time had now arrived. The half-back crouches low on the ground; the full and the quarter dash past, the full presumably carrying the ball; but as they pass the half they pass it to him and he makes a line plung on tackle. That play they are now going to try. Jack heard the signal and turned quickly, intense with interest. It is Woodruffs ball throught right tackle. The ball was passed and as the rest sweep by the half, they slammed the ball into Woodruff’s arms, who with a spring and dash hit Hulver's line, which being taken by surprise, was unable to withstand the assault. One, two, three, four, five yards he was seen to struggle through Hulver’s line. The two teams were massed in a struggling whirlpool of humanity, each fighting for supremacy. Despite Hulver's efforts Avon gained ground until finally the entire mass went down in a jumbled heap. I hey all rose and untangled themselves—all save Woodruff: he lay in a crumpled heap, white-faced and bleeding with the ball tightly hugged to his chest. Gently lifting him, they carried him from the field amidst the silence of the spectators. Even his rivals admired his plucky playing. The captain and coach held a consultation. Jack stopped his pacing to and fro. and was gazing at the coach with a pleading expression. “Sterns. calls the coach, as he comes toward him. and Jack with a quick gesture cast aside his blanket and stepped into the field followed by the envious glances of the other “subs’ less fortunate. The coach came forward and laid a loving hand on his shoulder, like a machinist lovingly caressing a masterpiece made by his own hands. Feeling Jack trembling he said. Now Jack, old boy. steady yourself. You can’t play the game when you are nervous you know. Now it lies with you to win this game, for the college. If ever the old school needs you it is this minute. Get in there now and fight. Don t give up for an instant. Fight! Fight! Did you get thai? Now get in there and tear them up, and show these people that I didn’t make a mistake in you! Jack walked toward the team in a dazed sort of way. The team was smiling an unspoken welcome and as the spectators guessed what was happening, there arose a mighty cheer ending with Jack’s name. Good old Jack. called the Captain. “Now you fel-fows, we've got Jack here: Get in there and tear 'em up. Boys we’ve got to win. Hunk of last year. Think of the school. Get in and fight to the finish. We’ve got to have this game. Jack crouched in his old place and all nervousness passed away. He was oblivious to the cheering spectators. All he saw was a seemingly impossible wall of toughened, hardened men in red and black. But slowly and surely Aven fought her way towards Hulver’s goal line. But on the ten yard line the whistle blew and the first half was over. Twenty-two sweat-stained, begrimed gladiators streamed off the field amid the cheers of the spectators. As they approached the dressing rooms the coach hurried forth, and. working his way close to Jack, said in subdued tones. Boy. 'you’re there;’ your playing as good a game as you ever did before the layoff. Turning to the team he offered comments on the half. “Boys. he finished “play like the devil this half. We've got to have this game. What do you think this is, a whist party? Get in there you tackles, tear em up. and you backs, are you glued to the ground or are you some creeping plant? Get started quicker. Now get out there and play and don't come back unless you win that game. They streamed out for the second half, their fighting blood aroused, ready to do or die. It was Avon s kickoff, and Mayer lifted the ball the entire length of the field. Hulver got the ball, failed to make downs and punted. Aven lost on a fumble, held Hulver for downs, and again had the ball. They now tried a trick play. The end takes the ball around the opposite end with the back field running interference; just as he is tackled he passes the ball to the half. 19-24-73-62, called Jones the plucky little quarter, as he crouched behind Mayer, the large center. It was a sight to stir the calmest of natures. Twenty-two splendid specimens of young American manhood, tussling and fighting for supremacy in a mimic battle. I wenty-two college men working with the unison and regularity of clock-work, each man fitting in his place like a cog in a massive piece of machinery. The ball was snapped and the end man and Jack started together around the opposite end; they swung, dodged the Hulver man as he made a flying tackle. Another man was coming at right angle; the end passed the ball just as the man hit him, and they both went down with a crash. The pass was perfect. Jack caught it without swerving his course a particle. There was another man coming at him. and as the fellow tackled. Jack began to twist and turn; he felt the hands hit his hips, then began to loosen; then to slip, as they clawed and grasped for a hold; but Jack broke loose and was off down the field before anyone could reach them. There is now only one man between him and the goal; that was Johnson, noted for his sure and deadly tackles. Both teams were thundering behind. Jack heard their quick, labored breathing and the thud of their feet in close pursuit. He was almost on the full-back now, who was watching warily and waiting for an opening. Would he make it? Jack appeared to stumble, and his opponent was down on him like a lion on his prey. W'ith a “sprint1’ he sailed through the air straight at Jack's knees. If he made it Avon’s chance was gone. Jack paused and then leaped forward, just as the full back lurched past, his hands just grazing Jack's legs. Too late, he saw his mistake, he tried to catch himself, but all to no avail. The half turned in the air, hit the ground with a thud and lay senseless. Jack without stopping, sped on with the two teams at his heels. Over the line marks he sped. His breath was coming in quick wheezy gasps. His chest seemed bound with iron bands. It seemed as if someone was clutching his heart and lungs and squeezing them. How far apart those lines seemed—miles and miles. The goal posts showed hazy in the distance. His eyes were blurred and dim. His head was spinning and seemed ready to burst. The muscles in his legs seemed to be made of iron and would not give. Oh! they were getting closer; he must ‘'sprint.M He heard someone close behind him. Oh! he must go faster, but his legs would not give. A terrible pain shot through his legs and body. He felt something strike his back, he staggered on, and then another struck him, and still another, then he fell, a tumbled, distorted mass. He dimly understands that he is down, and then—he remembers nothing more. A few hours later when Jack awoke as from a troubled sleep, he gazed about him confusedly. Surely this small, clean, orderly room was not his. He attempted to rise, but a sharp pain shot through his leg. Oh! he remembered it all now, the frantic cheering, the half-wild tiers of people standing in their seats, the game, the run, and then— The door quietly opened and the kind-faced matron noislessly approached the bedside. Are you awake? she asked softly. Yes! but where am I? What is wrong? Why am I here? he demanded in bewildered confusion. One question at a time, please. Jack, she answered; “there is a young lady and gentleman waiting to see you; they have been here for two hours. Shall 1 let them in? He scarcely heard her. but lay muttering to himself. A knock out for sure! A fizzle! A failure again, this year.” Shall I let them in? she again asked. Jack turned with a start, “Ah!—er—Yes he answered indifferently. Then he remembered the flurtering of lace in the grand stand. Could it be Kate? Trembling with both joyful expectation and fear lest it might not be she he listened and kept his eyes riveted upon the door. The door opened. Yes, it was Kate alone as beautiful and bewitching as ever. It was grand, glorious. Jack she exclaimed enthusiastically in low southern accents, warmly grasping his outstretched hand. I hat was the grandest run! The crowd was frantic. Such cheering. After you were carried off the field I found myself perched upon some old graces silk hat stamping it into atoms—it was the exgovernor's too, she added laughingly. “Bud is in the reception room and will be in presently. All the boys want to know how you are and he is busy handing out bulletins. Every one is just wild over you. Jack! We are so glad you are not hurt seriously. Jack lay still, drinking in her every move and gesture and enjoying her enthusiasm but scarcely hearing her words. “Oh. I haven’t the score. she continued. “Why. you made the only touch down, and the score was five-nothing. What must you think of me for keeping you in such suspense?” “ That you are the dearest, sweetest girl that ever breathed. Kate don't you know I love you? he cried, his voice vibrating with emotion. Kate do you love me— just a little?” No answer. Come. Kate, he entreated extending his arms toward her. Kate with a happy smile placed her hand in his and Jack tenderly drew her to him pillowing her head upon his shoulder. Suddenly they heard from the street below, a hundred husky voices cheering lustily, always ending with, “Sterns! Sterns! Sterns! What do they know of a real victory and happiness, Jack murmured. W. L. S., 7 3 £cst of Jfaitl) It was a serene and quiet Sunday afternoon at the Monroe farm-house. The children. Carl and Helen, all “dressed up in their best,” sat in respectful silence, casting furtive glances at the awe-inspiring guest, the Reverend Mills, who had driven home from church with the family. Several times during the afternoon, when they ventured from their chairs, Mrs. Monroe had called them back reminding them that they had on their Sunday clothes. But in spite of all her cautioning not to leave the house, the children having made all kinds of excuse “just to go out on the porch. soon wandered out to the barnyard. There they amused themselves by playing in the clear water where it fell over the end of the moss-covered watering trough. ‘Til tell you,11 suddenly said Ralph, who. being two years older than his sister, greatly felt his superiority, let s play Jesus and Peter—Well just wait a minute and I'll explain. he said impatiently as he saw Helen was about to interrupt. My teacher told me all about it this morning. Now just keep still and listen. Peter, he continued. with some other fellows was in a boat one time and a big storm came up. Of course it thundered. he said, tired of being interrupted, “yes all the fellows got scared. No wonder. The big waves almost upset the boat, and they came near being drowned. No. they didn't drown. 1 said came near being drowned. Can’t you let me tell you about it? Helen dropped her head for she dreaded to displease Carl. “Well after while they heard somebody say 'Don't be afraid. I'll help you.' They all looked up and there was Jesus walking right to them on the water. Nellie would like to have asked how. he walked on the water, but wisely refrained. Peter was scared most of all; and he stepped out of the boat, right into the water. He walked a little piece and then he got scared more than ever and started to drown, but Jesus got him out. Teacher said he could have walked on if he had just had faith. What is faith. Carl. Helen asked greatly puzzled. “I haven't time to tell you now, you will learn when you are bigger. he replied knowingly. When he had finished the explaination. he threw back his shoulders and drew a long breath. Now. said he. “I’ll be Jesus, and you be Peter. 1 11 stand on this end of the trough and you get on the other end. Helen was willing to do anything that Carl suggested, so she obediently climbed upon the other end of the trough. “Now. Buddie, what must I do to be Peter? she asked when safely standing on the end of the trough. Well, first you must be scared, then I’ll say ‘Don’t be afraid. I'm here.' And when I say come,' you must walk over to me on the water. Won't I get wet, she questioned innocently. “I said for you to have faith. Peter wouldn't have got wet if he hadn’t lost faith. That’s what teacher said. After a dreadful imaginary storm began to rage, and Helen had pretended to be veiy much frightened. Carl sternly commanded her to come. Helen started but that was all for down she went to the bottom of the trough. Fortunately the water was not deep and she soon climbed out again. Well. said Carl in a tone of disgust. I guess you’re no better than Peter. Helen, humiliated and frightened, slowly made her way to the house with Carl following. When the story was told, every one laughed, even the minister. But nevertheless Mrs. Monroe gave the children a good scolding. Then Helen raising her tearful blue eyes to her mother's face said, “Do you suppose Peter’s mamma scolded him for getting his clothes wet? Q. M. L. 7 iWarjorie ‘‘Well girls, its a settled fact; if we invite her she'll go and-and-, this from Elizabeth Hamilton, the moving spirit of the ‘‘Sophomore Dozen1’. Whatever Elizabeth said, went without a murmur from anyone of the girls. Elizabeth’s father was a very wealthy man and recently had contributed a large sum, in Elizabeth’s name, to aid the equipment of the laboratory of the Elkdale High School; and why shouldn't Elizabeth be the pride of the class? ‘‘But girls, I don't see why you should not ask her. I like Marjorie, and who is with her more than I? Has she committed some great crime? All the girls were very much surprised to hear little Eleanor Walsh speak up so bravely; against Elizabeth at that. Elizabeth's face turned scarlet and for a moment no one spoke. It was true that no one knew more about Marjorie Yost than Eleanor; for when Farmer Yost, of River Settlement, expressed his desire for Marjorie’s attending High School, kind Mrs. Walsh said that she might board with them. For it was as he said. ‘‘Now it isn’t, Mrs. Walsh, that Marjorie 'aint as likely a gal as any in all River Settlement, for she can take care of the milkin' and butter as well as her mother, and as fur accomplishments she can row a boat and swim like a fish. But you see Marjorie ’aint just satisfied; she wants an edification . And so it was that Marjorie had gone thus far through High School. Eleanor reluctantly shared her room with Marjorie at first, but after a while the two girls became fast friends. The “great crime that Marjorie had committed was that she had led the SophomoreClass and.of course, would win the scholarship prize, a fact which Elizabeth greatly resented because the scholarship had gone to a Hamilton whenever one of that name had been in the High School. Then too. Marjorie’s features were those of a girl who had been used to work and were not dainty like Elizabeth. and Marjorie, as Elizabeth thought, was not of her class. Elizabeth, not liking to give these reasons, answered that a dozen was enough for a canoeing party and turned in home by the front walk instead of the accustomed side walk. I hus it was settled there. The canoeing party was to be on Thursday afternoon and the Sophomore Dozen looked forward to the day to be one of the most enjoyable of the year. Thursday dawned bright and clear, an ideal spring day. The girls were very happy and gave more time to thinking of the pleasures of the afternoon than to study. It seemed as if the morning would never pass! At last school was over and Elizabeth instructed the girls to hurry through luncheon and to be at Fisher’s Landing on time. Indeed the girls had talked so long and had planned so much that they did not realize how fast the time was going. Thus when Eleanor arrived at home she was very much surprised to find luncheon over. “Well Marjorie Yost! she exclaimed as she came into the dinning room. “How did you ever get here so soon?’’ So soon! Why Eleanor it is now a quarter until one!” exclaimed Marjorie. A quarter until one and I am due at Fisher’s Landing at two! How shall I ever be ready? Marjorie did not question Eleanor as to where she was going, but unconsciously played with a tassel on the window-seat cushion. Although she was looking out of the window, her gaze was fixed on nothing; she was wondering if Eleanor, too. was snubbing her. She had noticed that from Elizabeth many times but she had thought that was because in Cassar class she had “bridged the Rhine when Elizabeth has failed. What had she done? At length Eleanor spoke. “Marjorie. Elizabeth and some of the girls are going canoeing this afternoon. Did they ask you to go? “No, Eleanor, they did not ask me. Then I shan't go either! was the resolute reply. But Eleanor, you must. You will have a splendid time. Do not hesitate because I am not going. Why I should not go even though I had been asked because 1 have so much to do.r But Eleanor declared that she would stay. Marjorie insisted, and at last Eleanor consented. “Now you just run on and get ready and I’ll do the dishes. Please do! Now. that's a good little girl. I knew I'd conquer before long. said Marjorie teasingly. Eleanor hastened to change her dress and Marjorie busied herself with the cjishes. At the appointed hour the girls met on the landing at the lake. To their surprise a crowd of the High School boys were there, with the expectancy of going along if the girls would consent. After much persuasion on the boys part, they were permitted to join the crowd, and in a short time the canoes were on the lake and the merry party left the shore. In the meantime Marjorie, having finished the dishes, fought with Caesar, a battle with the Britons. 1 hen she decided to go in search of some botany specimens. The Walsh home overlooked the lake and near the home grew many flowers in the lake woods. Marjorie knew that the most beautiful flowers grew farther down the lake near the precipice, but she did not have time to go far. so she thought, because she had ever so many lessons, and then, too, she had promised to help Eleanor with her Caesar when she returned. At length she started on her walk, how beautiful the flowers looked; but there was not one trailing-arbutus to be found. Perhaps if 1 go farther down the lake I shall be able to find some, thought Marjorie. And so intent wasMarjorie's mind upon the flowerwhichshe was seeking that she did not realize how far she was going. Can it be possible that I have gone so far. thought Marjorie, as she came to the junction of the two paths which led to the shore and to the top of the precipice. Why. I am at least a half of a mile from home, and I did not mean to go far. But the only thing left to do now is to make haste. I wonder which path 1 should take. I should think that the trailing-arbutus would grow in more fertile soil than a lake shore, and I suspect that 1 had better take the path to the precipice. At last, with great difficulty, the top of the precipice was reached. Ah! here they are at last. exclaimed Marjorie aloud, for in her delight of finding the treasure, she was forgetful of the absence of the second person. And what a number of them! Now I shall gather enough for the whole class and a large— Marjorie thought she hard sharp cries and paused to listen. She ran to the edge of the precipice and looked over. To her horror, in the deep water at the foot of the precipice were two girls, screaming, piteously for help, and clutching helplessly at an upturned canoe. Could it be—yes, it was Elizabeth and her chum Marguerite Sayer, Oh. if they could only swim. thought Marjorie. I must save them. How how can I get to them? There's nothing but jagged rock down to the water’s edge. Instantly she saw the only possible way down. To her left the cliff was broken abruptly, forming a cove where a stream gushed down the promontory to the lake. Here was the Walsh boat landing and securely tied to the landing was the boat. It was a perilous way, but there was no time to retrace her steps and reach the landing by the path. Seizing hold of a branch, she swung nimbly down to the ledge below, but there was no friendly branch to help her. She must clutch to the jagged rock and jump to the loose soil below. She leaped. The soil and rocks instantly gave away under her feet, and together dirt, rocks and girl in one sweeping avalanche rushed down into the stream. Bruised and wet. with lacerated and bleeding hands, she scrambled from the wet debris. A moment more and Marjorie was to the rescue. Marguer- ite was still clinging desperately to the canoe, but Elizabeth, frightened and almost exhausted, was going down for the second time just as Marjorie siezed her and helped her into the boat. The almost exhausted girls sank into the bottom of the boat, and looked gratefully at the brave Marjorie who disheveled, dirty and wet. grasped firmly the oars with her hands, now torn and bleeding. Just as the woeful-looking trio reached the Walsh landing the merry, shouting canoeing party came racing around the bend, in haste to overtake the truants of their party. Elizabeth and Marguerite had thought to play a joke on the others when they stopped at the spring, by seizing a conoe and by running away from the party. Ho, what's this! shouted Jack Martin from the foremost canoe as he paddled towards the group on the shore. T he other canoes followed. By this time Marjorie had helped the girls on shore and was busy trying the boat. Elizabeth and Marguerite were lying on the ground, the water trickling from their clinging garments. Elizabeth humbly reached for Marjorie’s hand, and said in low agitated tones, Forgive me Marjorie, did you come down there? pointing towards the cliff and to the avalanche of dirt and rock, to save us—me—girls, she risked her life to save us from drowning. I wanted some of those pretty leaves from that branch near the water, and I upset the canoe. You brave girl,” exclaimed Eleanor, lovingly embracing Marjorie. All the girls crowded about Marjorie overwhelming her with praise; but when Elizabeth, strong in her new determination, rose and waving her hand said, ‘Girls, we are no longer the ‘Sophomore Dozen’ we are thirteen;’’ the girls cheered lustily. Suddenly, the boys, who had been silent, burst forth in a yell making the cliffs ring. Majorie Yost! Marjorie Yost! Let’s give Yost a toast. Here's to the one of whom we boast! Three cheers for Marjorie Yost!” Scattered down the cliff, and half covered with dirt, were sprigs of trailing-arbutus, forgotten, left to shed their fragrance on the woodland air. D. V. M. '12. WERE NOT TOO YOUNG TO BE IN THE PARADE omr i£ fertci)es Jfrom tfjc Qiarp of a Jfresfjman September 7, 1909.—This has surely been a Red Letter Day in my life! At last. I have entered High School! The teachers and pupils impressed me very favorably, though all being very crowded together in one small class room gave us such a bottled up feeling that we really couldn't appreciate our advantages as much as we should. It seems such a pity that so much ability could not be allowed to expand to its full capacity instead of being crammed into the limits of one small-classroom. September 8, 1909.—Well. I hope the marching around, the planning of the work, and the studying of the school schedule is over and we can settle down. and. figuratively speaking (as they would say in Miss Jones room) get our mental meals every day. We will surely be ready for a good, substantial meat dinner by the time we get home; for with our mental meals we get plenty of exercise—there is algebra on the second floor, history on the third floor. Latin on the second floor, and study period and English on the third floor. September 13, 1909.—Would you believe it! That dear little class room—that “jewel case of the High School serves as chapel too. among it’s many other uses. No waste of space is the motto of the Board, and so I had to sit in a single seat with a Sophomore and we both thanked our stars that we were more fortunate than the other fifth of the school that had to stand. I finally inquired of the girl sitting beside me why we didn’t go to the Auditorium. She laughed and said. Why. this is the best we have. Haven’t you seen what has been done to the old Auditorium? Auditorium? I answered. Yes up on the third floor. That dark square room is all that is left of it, since it has been divided up into class rooms. Class rooms? Is that why those rooms are so funny looking and so uncomfortable? But where s the stage? The girl laughed again and evidently took me for a “freshie. Then she explained that the history room was on the old stage, temporarily partioned. I understand then why there were still more steps to climb from the third floor to the history. Setember 21, 1909.—Another opportunity for our improvement has been provided for us. We have organized the Girls’ High School Chorus. We are to meet once a week for rehearsals with Miss Mytinger as directress and we will undoubtedly surprise our hearers later in the year. October 9, 1909.—Hurrah! for the G. LI. S.! We have met the enemy and they are ours. How proud we felt when we heard that our brave boys had beaten the formidable Fairmont team. October 1909.—Such a time! Another change in the schedule! Of course every one wanted to go where he didn't belong, and. as a consequence the Algebra. History and English classes met in the hall and we got badly mixed up. One poor boy lost his head and found himself at the foot of the stairs with a sprained ankle. I do hope this will be the last change—for a week at least. November 12, 1909.—The Monongahela Round Table met here today and of course there were a number of visiting teachers in each class room. I here was quite a confusion in the halls, for at best the halls can hardly hold the pupils much less about one hundred teachers besides. Our Girls’ High School Chorus sang tonight before the Round Table at the St. Paul’s M. E. church on the West Side, and we feel that we conducted ourselves with great credit both to ourselves and to the Grafton High School as a whole. February 15, 1910.—We feel very much puffed up today! We have had distinguished visitors sent to us from the Board of Trade to look into our needs. We had a fire drill to demonstrate the fact that it is possible for all of us to come out of the building at once if necessary. Then we were summoned to “chapel to prove that the “jewel case is capable of holding the jewels. Superintendent Humphrey introduced our visitors. The gentlemen looked so intelligent and so much interested in us that we were expecting something “great. But we were soon disappointed; for the acting chairman of the committee came forward (as far as possible) and gave us some excellent advice about good use of our advantages. but I didn’t understand what he meant for we are using every available place from cellar to attic. 1 wonder if he meant for us to use the roof. He remarked that his children went away to school for some reason, I could understand why. He said we should go to school in a building like Abraham Lincoln did so that we could learn to spell. I suppose like Abraham Lincoln did. April 17, 1910.—We were very agreeably surprised this morning when Mr. Brooks announced that Judge Ben Lindsay would speak to the High School pupils at the Baptist church. At eleven-thirty all the High School pupils marched down to the church. Since arrangements had been made in the first place for Judge Lindsay to address the High School, seats were reserved for us. It happened that an old friend of ours—one who had visited us from the Board of Trade—was usher at the church and observing his accustomed economy in dealing with the High School, in reserving seats he had provided room for only about one half of us. But realizing that his aim was economy and having become accustomed for economy's sake to be stowed away most any where, we were content if only we could hear Judg Lindsay. And having heard him we consider it one of the great events of our lives. His message was one of love and sympathy for girls and boys and really we appreciate this much more than economy, so called. E. H. 75. ms1) ct)ool picnic Happy were we when it was suggested by the principal. that we have a picnic. It was now the constant talk among the pupils, who were so busy planning for the trip, and preparing good things to eat, that little else was thought of. After returning home from school one afternoon, I was so tired from the day’s work, that I decided to lie down and rest. Pretty soon 1 heard someone calling, Hurry the wagon is waiting! Pinning on my hat and snatching up my lunch-basket. 1 hurried out to the wagon. What a jolly crowd of boys and girls filled this wagon! I climbed in and we started. It was a lovely autumn day; the sky was clear and blue and a faint breeze was stirring, which promised us an ideal picnic day. The trees were beautiful with their many-colored leaves. Driving along throught the woods, we noticed the birds, enjoying one of their last picnics, in frolicking and chirping. When we were within about a mile of the park, the wagon broke down and there we were, too far to walk on to the park and too far to walk back to the town. What were we to do? Suddenly one of the boys remembered a grove not far from the place where we were. W'e decided, at once to go there and enjoy ourselves as we could, until the wagon could be repaired. When we reached the grove, we found a very nice place, containing a few swings and several benches, many beautiful trees and quite a variety of birds that furnished music sweet enough to make even the most disappointed heart glad. Here we enjoyed ourselves in collecting the dif-ferant-colored leaves, and in many games; not forgetting the picnic dinner, of ham and chicken sandwiches, salad. oranges, bananas, grapes, pickles, cake, olives, cheese, develed-eggs and red lemoande. Everybody had all he could eat. and some more too—you will believe me when 1 tell you, that at the close of the feast. Mr. Brooks was called upon for a speech, and all he could say was. I am too full for utterance.1 After the wagon was finally repaired, we again started on our journey, and in due time reached the park. 1 his was an ideal park, there was—a feri� wheel, merry-go-round, the old mill, tennis, golf, and swings too many to count, and last, but best of all. we had a game of foot ball. A most exciting game it was. so very exciting that some of our boys and girls, with Mr. Platt to lead, forgot they were away from home and shouted, Hurrah for Grafton. It’s the only town.1 Some of the people didn’t like that, and we decided it was time for us to start home. We all crowded into the wagon, and when well on the way. all of us suddenly decided we were hungry. In a little while there was nothing left, of our once tempting lunch, but empty boxes and baskets, at which Mr. Nuzum looked with tears in his eyes and said. “1 wish I had some more.” When we reached home, the people were glad to see us all safe and whole, having heard in some mysterious way of our break-down earlier in the day. Mother took my hand and I thought she was going to say, “Did you have a nice time?1 But instead, she said. Come, supper is ready, now. Our picnic had been only a dream and we have never had it yet. M. T. P junior Class $3ocm Juniors. Juniors, are we conscious. That we're drawing near our goal. That we must work more earnestly. That we must strive with heart and soul; Do we realize we're standing. On the brink of Senior-land. That we've gained another summit. And new heights are near at hand. Juniors, e'er we climb up higher. Pause a moment for reflection. Pause and ask ourselves thse questions. “Are we in the right direction Are we daily climbing higher. Daily doing all we can. For the good of self and others? This should be our aim and plan. Then again take up our journey. With a conscience pure and free; Our souls will thrill with hope and joy. When we look beyond and see. A ray of golden sunlight. On our pathway gently fsllir g. Shining there, the way to brighten. For all who follow where 'tis calling. Juniors, do not let that sunbeam. Shed all its brightness now in vain. When we recall how constantly. Each summit it has helped us gain. Even in our Freshman year When we were learning how to climb We saw that ray---though faintly---But its meaning scarce divined. The next year we saw more clearly. It was our guiding light. Ever leading onward, upward. Pointing to ambitions height. Then we placed our standard higher. And with each days upward climb. The mountain path grew br ader And the goal brighter all the time. Now while we are in Junior land With our goal full in view. And the light of the glorious sun. Shining around with brightness new. Arm ourselves with strength and purpose While in sight of Senior land; Aim to reach our lofty standard While we together firmly stand. —G. M L.. 'It. Area is not so small as ho looks. When it comes to getting knowledge. For he knows a great many things now And will know more when he goes to college. Floyd is sure a solemn boy He never was known to smile Yet always in Miss Jones' room He giggles all the while. And Nellie is just the opposite So very talkative Yet. if she'd ever speak out loud She surely could not live. And Edna too. oh deart Such a modest child is she You can't hear what she's talking about When she says history. Edna dear was whispering Teacher gave her a good shaking “And now I'm double shook1 said 'Ed' For I was Shuck before that shaking.' And there is one called Bord Who is suited by his name; For he sits around doing nothing And has no desire to attain fame. Grace Fawcett is a book-worm sure But not of school-books. O my no! For she's always reading fiction Because she says she loves it so. Grace never has her lessons She goes to bed at nine And gets up very late each morning And barely reaches school in time. Junior lunricks Ask Grace what song she likes to sing A flush covers her cheeks so fair And then she answers in tones quite low “I prefer ‘Robin Adair. I'm going to be a milliner Said Hazel to me one day; But I do not agree with her For a Baker she will be. Compare red the teacher said. Which is red. redder, reddest. You’re quite insulting. Jessie said. For I have auburn tresses.' Lawrence was never known to blush He is a silence killer; And if his trade you'd like to know He will always be a Miller. Behold the jester of the class. In Lewis Doll so gay; For he can at any time A good joke always play. Lila is such a demure little lass That about her there's nothing to say; Except that her lessons she always gets And for the hardest she finds a way. The teacher said “Read Kitty But Kitty said Not now Teacher said Then I'll show you And Kitty yelled Meow. Lila came to school one day With her cheeks all rosy and pink; Yes. she is a pretty Painter But not in the way you think. Lila Sinsel's a grave little child She never laughs or giggles But always sits so very prim And looks as sour as pickles. Ruby is the funniest kid. That ever studied Latin. And every time she reads it She sets us all to laughin.' Ruth shows great skill in reciting Which she does in a monotone; And although she don't like to go to school She is not exactly a drone. Bill has what is envied by all. Hair in ringlets and curls. He is popular with all his classmates And especially with the girls. Once in oral composition Some one said “fur instead of for And Ruth said in correcting him Miss Jones he said ‘fur, fur for.' Punk is a lad with rosy cheeks And eyes like the blue of the sky; He is very fond of the other sex Gin you tell the reason why? And lastly the writer of these rhymes Who always talks so slow And as far as stature is concerned You'll find she is very’ low. —C. L W., ‘II. tJXCiss V. Arza you seem to be hiding behind Grace to keep from reciting, I can't see you. Arza (sadly) Oh you have to use a magnifying glass to see me any how. Qlen (who translates b y sound) “Diess brief is’t schlecht, (bad)—This letter is sick. Edna. Franlein. Why do not the Germans say 'love to all. just like we do, in the close of a letter? Franlein. Well. Edna, ‘mit gruss an alle' means with love to all.” Edna. Well. 1 don’tsee where there is any love in that. Edna S. How do you tell which expression to use. 5 Ciss N. Why common sense will tell you that. Edna (discouraged) I’ll never find out. Bill (who also translates by sound) Der Mann hat krines geld. The man has a kind heart. Qrace F. Do nouns have an ending when they are declined?’1 JHCiss N. Why, Edna 'declension' means giving them an ending. Grace. I hen when they're not declined they have no ending? We are so proficient in German that we have begun to coin new words. The most expression of these was “neinwoohl used by Carrie to emphasize the negative “nein as it emphasizes ya. Ciss N. William put a breve over that u' Will S. What is a breve? Oh yes a new moon on its back. NAME AGE HEIGHT WEIGHT FAVORITE EXPRESSION FAVOkltt ‘ SONGS t.HlLh FAILING NOTED FOR PRc.M 1 Occupation FUTURE CHIEF Occupation AMBITION Appearance Arza Phillips Old as Methuselah 4.999 ft. 23 lbs. “Jawohl” No Wedding BellJ For Me German His Size Learning German Hunting To grow big Cute Carrie Wilkinson Midget 350 lbs. I'll Be Cols wap ped Beautiful Eyes Good Behavior Talking Making the class Laugh T raveling To be] good Miachevious Chas. Sinsel Old enough «� like the girls Giant Cwt. ••23 Love Me Like 1 Uko to be Loved A Girl (In Particular) Good Looks Making Eyes Chauffauer To play ball with Yale Sporty Edna Collins Sweet Sixteen Just right 69 oz. My Lands Rescue the Penah-j Her! l ow Voicel mg (Pamsh) When Reciting] Questions Looking meek Being a Parishioner To move next door Devout Edna Shuck ?? ?? Medium ( ) O Shucks Won't You Take M« Home With You Her Nerve Pretending tc know what she dosen't Nothing Hunting a man GettingDivorces Not to be Shuck She is indescribable Floyd Haymond 12 yrs. Over 5 ft. 10 i lbs. Donl Know I'm Toting To Find A Sweetheart Flunking Looking for a Girl Horse Doctor 7 o be a Jockey Tired Glen Bord 6 yrs. Lengthy Top Heavy “ Greathorn-•pooni 1 Want Some One To Play With Me His Military .Walk Babyishness Doing Nothing Same as present To be a Soldier Stiff Grace Fawcett Wrong Still Growing 500 lbs. ‘That's Just Splendid Why don't You Try Shaking her ? ? Reading Itve stories . .. . . To read every Match-Making book published Wise Grace Loar 50 Not Tall 1 Ton 'Til be Colswap ped Not Because Your Hair is Curly Studying Everything Laughm at Searching for knowledge To marry a preacher Intellectual Grace Nuzum Golden Age (of Art) So High Say-y-y-y ' Robin Adair Thinking abou' Artistic Posing Bragging Looking pretty To look attractive Stately Hazel Wagner 25 Never Measurrc Was Never Weighed Well Just Some One Wiggling Jealousy Explaining what she dosen’t Baking (Baker) To know it all Busy Jessie Bush Right 5.3 ft. ??? O My Cash And He Blames My Dreamy Lyes Inability to take Her (one) pony Attending Board meetings Somebody a Wife To go to college To go through Ruddy Kitty Cole 16 Not Short 40 eleven “Oh Ain't You Glac You've Found Me Modestly Holding Teacher’s meeting Making some one happy school without being asked questions Dainty Lawrence Miller 1 — Tall Enough Medium It Is Said In Sunday School I'm Glad I'm A Boy Bluahing His Knife Avoiding Girls Keeping Dache- I o conquer shy-lor quarters ness Bust neas- like Lewis Doll 99 Unknown 'If lbs You are alnghl But Shoot' I'm Learning Something Every Day Immaculate Appeararce Jokes Writing Notes Court Jester To be a Comedian Run-over Lila Miller 72 Diminutive Heavy Wouldn’t Tell Are You Sincere Hatred for Cats Innocence Being good School Teacher To aee but not be seen To find out what Quaint Lila Painter 40 Can’t Tell 000 lbs. O Fiddle Keep On Smiling Her gift of gal Her hawhahs Taking Life Easy Hard to tell course she is taking Independent 9546 lbs. Studying History of Louis XIV Advertising for Betwixt and Lila Sinsel 13 5 ft. O Dear Me 1 Don’t Care Her love foi Dolls Lack of S-udy a Husband without study Between Nellie DeMoss Young 5 ft. 6 in 88 lbs. Has None The Angelus Her uproarour laughter Meekness Doing as she is told A Ministers Wife To finish school Angelic Ruby Rutherford Won’t tell Too Short Light By Whiz' Nothing Bothers Listening to her seif talk Arguing Mourning for her cal Actress Occupation Togo West Buxom Ruth Jackson 0 9 5 ft. Couldn't Find Out OYou Chic adee. If 1 Only Had A Beau Memory passage. Reading Knocking Unknown To find McCuic-heon's ideal man Bored Ruth Woodyard 19 Long 9999- Say Kid Kid You've Made A HA With Me Rats Good-Nature Cheering People up Still Farming To go to Broad-dus Institute Neat Writing Love To be a modem Dandy William Scull ! ! ! Don't Know More or Less Aeh du Lieb Coax Me Girls in genera Curly hair Lyrics Hard to tell Beau Brummel foUcs ant) rtnbs Mr. Platt. I will give you a hypothetical question W. Scull. What does hypotheti- cal mean? Mr. ‘Platt. Here s a dictionary on my table, look it up when you go home. Miss Jones. William, give a sentence in which you use both the first and second person. S. Adam and Eve lived in the garden of Eden. Miss J. ‘‘What does chanticleer mean Ruth? Ruth W. ‘‘Indeed, 1 don't know. ' M. J. ‘‘Why Ruth we thought you lived in the country. R. W. 1 do, but there’s none of them things out there. Sport that wrinkled care deride . And laushter holding both his sides. ‘‘Lila Painter is undecided about what prefession she is going to follow but it is evident from her actions that she don't want to be a painter. The class was somewhat startled sometime ago when Hazel read. She was confronted by a hugh mustache. ' On second look she found it to be, She was confronted by a huge mastiff.’’ Mr. Platt. What was the Golden Bull? Bright Jr. I guess it must have been the Golden Calf grown up. Miss Nettie. Did you get all of the four problems for today? Sallie S. Yes ma'am; all but three and part of the other cne.” Mr. Platt. “Where is the Elbe river in Germany? Chas. S. It's south of the Oder.” Mr. P. Where's the Oder? Chas. It’s north of the Elbe. Lila Sinsel is not as grown up as she looks. She still has a great liking for “Dolls. Jessie. (In speaking of—) He assassinated himself. The eternal question of the Junior Class---Carrie. Mr. Nuzum. “Name the different kinds of corn. Arza. Sweet corn, field corn, pop corn, and canned corn. A Difference of Opinion: Kitty. Mr. Stewart is all right. H. S. Student. Mr. Stewart is all write. Grace F. was reciting Julias Caesar; at that passage which reads Live a thousand years, I shall not find myself so apt to die. She seemed to be in a dreamy far away mood for she said. If I had a thousand lives to live I’d live them all for- did she think she was singing that song? M.r. Dlatt. Why is it that when I asked you to name three sacraments of the church in the last test, that every one in the class had ‘marriage’ for the answer for one. Edna Schuck Well we all want er-er-(quickly) because it is the most used now. Mr. Nuzum (In speaking of trees) Of what use are the barks Jlzra (Thinking of pleasant hunting trips) By listening to the ‘barks' you can tell when they find the coon treed. Bill needs a silver plate (so his classmates think) that’s what's used for cracked skulls. Mr. N. How is flax seed harvested? Lila P. They pull it up by the roots. Mr. N. After that what do they do Lila CP. They shake the dirt off the roots. Miss J. “Can you explain what a trance is. Carrie. “Well they die. but they're not dead. Glen. I smell wood burning. Classmate. You’ve got your head too near the heater. Edna (At foot-ball game) “Can they loose any score after they have gotten it? Miss Jones. (When scanning a verse) How many kinds of feet have we? Jr. Two kinds. Right and Left. Mr. ffjrook - “What tense is the verb? Jess. “Nomative. ‘Puby. “Some people think you should learn nothing in school but that which will afterwards yield dollars and cents. Mr. B. Yes, but what should you really learn. Jr. “What will yield‘sense’but not dollars. Mr. N. What is pumpkin used for. Edna S. Custard. Grace Nuzum is not as brave as some other people are. She will even take Adair. (a dare) Miss Jones. (At 1:29 I -2 p. m.) At the end of this period we will practice the class song. Junior. (With a hungry look) We can’t make any music when our organs are empty. Mr. Nuzum. Tomatoes are sometimes called love apples' Chas. S. No wonder they are so soft. Miss J. Was Goldsmith studying to be a doctor. Edna (Absently) No’m. he was studying medicine. One day this question was asked the Seniors. “From what does the spider make his web? Harriett s answer came in an undertone. “Why from smiles and bonbons. The Seniors were reciting Latin one day when Ada White read the following, Necpartris Anchisae cinerem revelli. She translated it in this manner. “I have not descerated the cin-ers of my father Anchises.’’ The class began to wonder what kind of a wooden object Anchises must have been. As two schoolmates and Kitty were going home one day. one of them took hold her arm and said. I'll play Mr. Stewart and help you walk the railroad track “Bah said the other friend. “Mr. Stewart couldn’t hold a cat up. “Well. replied Kitty, “perhaps he couldn’t hold a cat up. but he can hold a ’Kitty’ up. Mr. Nuzum. (In speaking of the attractions of the sun and moon on the tides) “When two objects are attracted to each other, what is the separation? Sophmore. Mamma and Papa Harold Wilmoth went to Clarksburg one morning and was walking along the street when a newsboy yelled. Morning Herald . Harold thinking some one was speaking to him answered politely (before he had time to notice the boy) ‘‘Good morning. •Mr. N. (In class studying electricity) Miss Cole can you mention a conductor Mary No sir: I don’t know any. A drummer came to the 1 ligh School to interest the Seniors in Commencement invitations. But the Seniors were more interested in the drummer than in the invitations. Harriett, who has an aptness for placing faces, remarked. If he only had an ivy crown upon his beautiful locks, to contrast with the violet-blue of his large orbs, he would look exactly like Baschus . Miss J. He may look like Bacchus. but he smells like to-bacchus Mr. N. (in Sr. class speaking of soil,) what kind of land is around Pruntytown? Fred. (Promptly) good grazing land.1’ Moral. Allow your horse to visit good grazing lands, at least once a week, especially on Sundays. The Junior Class reminds one of a Porcupine, bristling with question marks. (KUant 3bs WANT£D.—To know what became of the “Boys Glee Club. -C. H. S. WANVjET).—To know who spoiled me so.—“Bill Scull. WANTED.-— To know who pinned my coat sleeves together.—Mr. Stewart. WANTED.—A new blackboard to put behind the stove.—Mr. Platt. WANTED.—To know what makes Carrie laugh so much.—Class. WANTED.--To know where there is room for us.— Future H. S. Students. WANTED.— To know if the “Sophs need a lecture on love.—School. WANTED.—-Vo know why Grace Nuzum puckers up her mouth.—Class. L0S7'.—In the hall, a small “Freshie between Miss Nettie’s and Mr. Platt’s rooms. 78 cents reward if returned to the class of 1913. WANTED.—To know why Bill scratches his head so much.—Class. WANCGED.— Purchasers for Otis ithiflilrm.—Junior Class. WAITED.—A boy. Must be kind and docile, easily led, and obey my slightest wish. Must not chew, smoke or use slang. Good home for right party.---Grace M. Loar. WANTED.--To know why the girls look at me.— Lawrence Miller. WANTED.—-That talk on mythology by Mr. Platt.— Juniors. (Pnnfton tyigl) S'tiiool Slumni Sssonation Longfellow has said. “Patient endurance Attaineth to all things. In more familiar phrase, all things come to those who wait. The Grafton High School graduated its first class in 1886. and probably in but a short time thereafter the thought came to some of the organization of an association of the alumni. From that very day the thought began to grow—there came an idea, then reflection—consideration—deliberation, and at last indeed—action and accomplishment. As early as 1896. the class of that year held a meeting and actually appointed a committee looking to the formation of such an organization. Other classes doubtlessly did as much; but the matter stopped there, nothing material was realized. All graduates of the Grafton High School, certainly many, have been awaiting the day when an alumni association would cease to be a hope and become a fact, a reality. That day has at last come: I hursday, December 30th, 1909 saw the realization of the long cherished thought. Accepting the suggestion of effecting this organization, a few graduates late in November called an informal meeting to discuss the matter. Members of several of the twenty-three classes that have graduated were spoken to. and at a meeting held on the evening of November 30th these alumni were present: Sam R. Jenkins, class of '89. Floyd J. Patton. ’94. Alfred A. Holt, ’96, W. Merle Watkins. '98. Jed W. Robinson, '99, Harry Friedman. '01. Harry A. Abbott, '02. Holmes V. Wyckoff. ’05. Leslie H. Rogers. '06. Clyde H. Kimmel. 08 and Ross B. Johnson,’08. They determined upon holding a meeting of all the graduates to form a permanent organization and adopt a constitution and by-laws, and selected the evening of December 30th as the date. A committee was appointed to address a circular letter to each of the 2 I 3 graduates announcing the general meeting and requesting their presence and co-operation. Another committee was appointed to frame a tentative constitution and by-laws. The general meeting was held at the appointed time in the rooms of the Young Men’s Christian Association. Sixty alumni were present, and letters expressing sympathy with the movement were received from more than thirty others—a consideration of the fact that there are 215 High School graduates and that scarcely more than one-half of these reside in Grafton suggests at once this auspicious beginning. The constitution and by-laws adopted at the meeting provide that the “organization shall be known as the 'Grafton High School Alumni Association.'” that all High School graduates shall be members, and that the officers, elected for a one-year term, “shall be a president, vice-president. secretary, treasurer and an executive committee of seven members, two of which shall be the president and secretary.” The annual meeting and election, it is provided, shall be held on some evening between Christmas and New Years, to be determined upon by the executive committee, and within the committee’s discretion the Association may assemble during the commencement week of the High School. The annual dues of each member are fifty cents, payable before participation in a meeting. The officers elected for the ensuing year are: Presi-ent, Sam R. Jenkins. 89; vice-president. Floyd J. Patton, '94; secretary, Miss Grace White. ’02: treasurer. Mrs. Estella Jenkins. ’97: executive committee. Miss Mattie Jaco, 95. Mrs. Lillie Holverstott. ’96. W. Merle Watkins. '98. Jed W. Robinson. ’99, and Harry Friedman. 01. Following the election refreshments were served by the alumnae. For many years the organization of this Association has been a long but patient wait; now that it is a reality, it may well be expected to have a wide field of usefulness. A banquet will be held on Thursday evening of the High School commencement week (May 26th.) at which time the real meaning of the Alumni Association, its purposes and value will doubtlessly be fully set forth. Dfcrued Class of 1886 Laura Miller Clarence Cather Willis LeweUen «1 Isaac Hill Mrs. W. S. Jackson Railroad Official -preasurer Davis Trust Company Class of 1887 Grafton. W Va San Francisco. Cal. Elkin . W Va Eva Hull Ollie Hanway Hattie Martin Mary Smallwood Harry Jones Emma William Ethel Roach Mrs. Harry Jones Saleslady Mrs. Snow Mrs. T. J. Humphrey Mrs J. Morgen Clerk. Pension Building Belmgton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va Chicago. III. Grafton. W Va. Parkersburg. W. Va. Washington. D C. Class of 1888 Blanche Guard Mamie McGee George Shaffer Myra Barron Lillian Shahan Arthur Thayer Bookkeeper Mrs. Tanner B. O. Official Mrs. N. Proudfoot Mrs. C. V. Blachart Postal Clerk Grafton. W. Va. Kansas City. Mo. Omaha, Neb. Weston. W. Va. Savannah. Ga. Grafton. W Va Class of 1889 Frances Best Mary Leeds Madge Armstrong Littic Jarvis Louie Hull Sam Jenkins Ross Jones At Home Pianist Mrs. J. B. Bradford Manuscript Reader Professor Florist Professor. W. Va. University Galveston, Tex. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Ptul.. Pa. Pittsburg. Pa Grafton, W. Va. Morgantown, W. Va. Class of 1890 Mary Straub Harry Chadduck Sadie Good Winnie Warthen 1 awie Brown Effie Turner Grace Siane Bey Rowland D. B Kinkaid Mrs. D. Simmons Banket Mr . G. Haymond Mrs. C. Mayer Stenographer Mrs. Wagley Mrs. Stevens Mr . J. R. Timms Lawyer Morgantown, W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Blueheld.W.Va. Wheeling. W Va. Cumberland. Md. High Point, N. C. Mannington, W. Va. Denver, Colo Class of 1891 Oscar Cole Manamnir Fditor Rook Cn Chicago. HI. Philippi. W. Va. Siaterville. W. Va. Fred Blue Nell Hasiup Lawyer Teacher Class of 1892 Helen Clayton Nettie Preiss Cecil Peters Dove Herr Mane Mugler Mis. J. C. Deck Mr . C. Pilson Mrs. Cunningham Mr . R White Mr . DeVries Grafton. W V«. Met . W Va Fairmont, W. Va. Pensacola, Fla. Keyset. W Va mini Clara Turner Byron Blue ] Clay Miller John Deck Grow Rowland Kell Haalup Nettie Long Susan Magill Halite Jenkins Came Dent €J Kd Compton Floyd Patton Lloyd h ast Florence Kimmell Mattie Jaco Kate Koelr F.tta Lucaa Carrie Sinsel Grace Blue May Davidson l.aura Jennings Allie Mailonee Marion Herr Bertie Anderaon Nettie Nurum Bea ie Poe Doraey Herr Oscar Slane Nettie Watkins Alfred Holt Zeppa Furbee Ijllie Madera Bessie Compton Wayne Blue Hugh Warder Allie Jennings Alma Friedman Molhe Rendle Lillie Martin William Cassell William Holt Stella Stubbins Ethel 8 ewlon Nettie Bender Anna Kenny Mary Leuthke Merle Watkins Mrs. J. Hughes Merchant Cashier. Armour Co. Pastor Class of 1894 Mrs. J. Sleet Mrs. Jordon At Home Mrs. W. Jenkins Pastor Car Distributor Farmer Class of 1895 Mrs. O. J. Fleming Teacher Bookkeeper Mrs. T. Henderson Mrs. Sellers Mrs. L. B. Brydon Mrs. C. A. Sinsel Mrs W. Adair Mrs. N Norris Mrs. Jackson Mrs. Haddix Clerk Mrs. C. V Miller Mgr. Mirror Factory Class of 1896 Teacher Druggist Mrs H. WyckoH Trained Nurse Mrs. Carskadon Mine Inspector Lawyer Mrs. C. Rogers Mrs. Rothchilds Mrs. C. Broom Mrs. B. Holverstott Class of 1897 Commercial Salesman Banker Mrs. S. Jenkins Stenographer Tescher Stenographer Mrs. G. Hechmer Class of 1898. lawyer Schenectady. N. Y. Grafton. W. Va Grafton. W'. Va. Stubenvillc. Ohio Norfolk. Va Imperial. Pa. Grafton. W. Va. Blaine. Wash. Gladstone, N. Y. Grafton. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Fairmont. W. Va. Pittsburg. Pa. Grafton. W Va. Grafton. W Va. Grafton. W Va. Salt Lake City. Utah. Charleston. W. Va. Grafton. W Va. Grafton. W Va Grafton. W V. Statesville. N. C. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va Grafton. W Va. Washington. D. C. Clarksburg. W. Va. Seward. Alaska. Grafton. W. Va. Clarksburg. W Va. Richmond. Va. Keyset. W Va. Grafton. W Va. Bellingham. Wash. Calwell. Okla. Grafton. W. Va. Parkersburg. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Fairmont. W. V. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va Delbert Robinson Carl Holy Insurance Agent Asst. Bank Cashier Mabel White At Home Class of 1899. Ada Rose Mrs A. Gall l ns Rogers Mrs. R. H. Sawyer Mane Holy Mrs. Jonston l.ulu Leith Mrs. F. Clark Daisy kesserl] Ethel Augir Mrs. Studebaker Carrie Brown Trained Nurse Mollie Newlon Stenographer Nettie Maxwell Stenographer Philla England Hannah I Jewoody Mrs. F. Stanaberiy Mrs. C. Praudfoot led W Robinson Lawyer Henry Koelz Boiler Maker lames 1 laislup George Nu um i Electrical Engineer Class of 1900. Edward Dudly Mechanical Engineer William Brown Surveyor Marian ColeridertJ Walter Blue Electrical Engineer Mrs E. F. Goodwin Maud Miller Virginia K Reed Clerk Elizabeth Kenny Trained Nurse Came Rose Mrs H. T Cole Hattie Patton Mrs. J. L Monroe Class of 1901 Ada Nuzum Vivian Turner At Home Mrs. Edmond Sawyer Kate Pilson Mrs H.C. Owens Dessie Gough Music Teacher Elizabeth Knotts At Home Carl Bvers Civil Engineer Hardy Foreman Cornell University Grace Tregallas Mrs 1 Wolf Alice Cassel Sallie Davidson Mrs. Johnson Stenographer At Home Minnie Lucas Grace Mugler Mrs. C. Rector Harry Fnedman Lawyer Morgan Knotts Clerk Government Bldg. Class of 1902. Grace Cassel Mrs. George Colebank Grace White Teacher Wi'helmma Knotts At Home Mvrtle Knotts Student Business School Mabel X atkms At Home Cleo Morgan Ella Rlev Teacher Mra.C K.rby Mrs. R. Furbee Edna Burl e Harrv Abbot Bank Clerk Nell Fahey at Home Ruby Bonafield Teacher Grafton, W. Va Sutton. W. Va. ... Grafton. W Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va. Wilkinsonburg. P� . Wheeling. W Va. Greensboro, N. C Baltimore. Md Parkersburg. W. Va. Pittsburg. Pa-Spencer. S. C. Pueblo, Colo. Grafton. W. Va. Moline. III. Rosemont. W. Va. Cleveland, (Miio Kansas Qty, Mo. Claiksburg. W. Va Grafton. W. Va New York. N.Y. Grafton. W. Va Hailwood. Va Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va Grafton. W Va Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va.. R F D. Grafton. W. Va. Ithac. N. Y. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va Grafton. W. Va Cameron. W. Va. Grafton. W Va Washington, D. C. Mannington, Grafton. Grafton. W Va.. Wheehng, Grsfton, Grafton. Gratfton. Greftcn. Grafton. Grafton. Grafton. W Va W. Va R F D w. Va W Va W. Va. W. Va W. Va. W Va W. Va. W. Va. Lillian Holt Lillian Leuthke Hazel Wart hen Fredrica Koelz Came Burk Warder Tutt Guise Bvers Ruby Brown Eva Sbaiferman Jesaie Fawcett Nina Gaskins Class if 190?. Bookkeeper ..Grafton, W. Va. Mr . WarderTutr .......... Grafton. W. Va. Mrs Marion Lucas Moritantown, W. Va Cashier Grafton. W. Va. Telephone Colleotor Grafton. W. Va B ft O. Clerk Grafton. W. Va. At Home Grafton . W. V a. Mis. Chas. E. Flanagan Grafton. W. Va. Mrs. Clarence Bloom Fairmont W. Va. Mrs. Chas.Shaw Colorado Spring. Colo. Teacher Grafton. W. Va. Class of 1904 James A'lender Rex Auxir Robert Chenoweth Ernest Koelz Thomas Vance Roy Hall Lillian Blaney Erthn Lee Core Rosaline Kennedy Blanche W'atkins Student W Va. University Bank Clerk Machinist BankClerk Student W Va University Mrs. Harry Stiles Stenographer Teacher Student Fairmont Normal. Morgantown. W. Va. Grafton, W. Va. Sedalia. Mo. Grafton. W Va. Morgantown. W. Va Mannington. W. Va. Parkersburg. W. Va. Grafton, W Va. I- airmnnl VL V it Class of 1905 Jo Clare Hendnckson Beryl Tutt j Rhea Hildebrand l ottie Pilson Georgia Lowther Marie Cole Lena Ford Florence Hamilton Holmes Wyckoff Edgar Doll Mary Cook Hattie Forman Leslie Rogers Eleanor Tregellss Frank Blaney Emms Kennedy Pearl Fries Irene Foley Guy Means Annie Kinney Student Woman's College Baltimore. Md Stenographer At Home Mrs. E. Kennedy Milliner Grafton. W Va. lesmalinston. W.V a. Flemmgton. W. Va. Newcastle. Pa. Teacher Clerk. Freight Office Tie Inspector Grafton. W. Va. Grafton, W Va. Parkersburg. W. Va Class of 1906 Al Home Teacher B. «c O. Clerk At Home P. O. Clerk At Home At Home Teacher At Home Stenographer Grafton. W. Va Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va Sedalia. Mo Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va.. R. F. D. Grafton. W. Va Nellie Wl.ite Eve'yn I app Enola Wagner f mma Cc ffman Rhea Warden Dollie Davidson Jessie ( ochian Georgia Coffman Scin Kimme Class of 1907 Stenographer Bookkeeper Student Fairmont Normal Mrs EaH Jackson Student W. Va. University At Home At Home Taacher Mrs Edgar Do!1 Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Fairmont. W. Va. Grafton. . V . Morgantown. W Va. FleminKtoii. W. Va Wirt. Minn. Belington. W. Vr. Parkersburg. W. Vi. Susan Shi'er Florence White Myrtle White Bertie Shackelford Mabel Dunnington Mamie Phillips W'ard Lanham Harrison Cassel At Home Teacher At Home At Home T eacher At Home Teacher Watchmaker Oakland. Md. Grafton. W. V. • Grafton. W Va Grafton. W . Va. Webster. W Va Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. V a. Class of 1908 Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va. Grafton. W. Va. Baltimore. Md. Rowlesburg. W Va Shinnston. W Va. Grafton. W Va. Last Liverpool. Ohio. Grafton. W Va Lula Lanham Student W'. Va Wesleyan College-------Buckhannon. W Va. Leslie Poe Lawrence Sinsel Rhea Heironimus Agnes Stuck Ldna Grinnan FjstI Phillips Roberta Jackson Helen Thompson Pauline Gaskins B. O. Qerk Merchant Teacher Student Business School Teacher Bank Qerk Teacher At Home At Home Mayes William W'aneta Shinaleton Clyde Kimmell Guy Leonard Ko� Johnson Grace Brown Ralph Brown Student GeorRe Blaney luaneta Bartlett 1 .eot.i Griffith Eatella tckle. Student College of Surveon Teacher P. O. Clerk Bookkeeper B O. Clerk Mr . G. C. Adam W'. Va Wesleyan Colle«e Painter At Home Bookkeeper StenoRrapher Baltimore, Md RowleebutR. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Holcomb. W. Va Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va. Buckhannon. W'. Va. Grafton. W'. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. Baltimore. Md. Clasa of 1909 Bertha Newlon Leonida Knott Lila Clare Rector Fldith Boliner Nina McOade Frank Rector Student Business College Teacher Student Fairmont Normal Saleslady At Home DodRe School of TeleRraphy Parkersburg W. Va. Grafton. W. Va. R F. D Fairmont. W.Va. Grafton. W. Va. Grafton. W Va. Valparaiso. Ind. Let every young person who sees this page, read the following statements until they “soak in:” 1. The man who prepares himself to do something, and to do that something a little bit better than anyone else can do it, will never have to go in search of a job, nor have reason to complain of the pay received. 2. It is far better at twenty-five, to have gone to college, than to wish you had. 3. The value of a human life depends largely upon the development of a human brain, and the opportunity once lost can never be regained. 4. The young man who fails to establish an untarnished credit, is heavily handicapped all through life. 5. Don’t complain if you are criticised, or even abused; the most stones are under the tree that bears the best fruit. 6. Men who do things, are worth while; others are not. To which class will you assign yourself? 7. Success in this life will be measured, at the final accounting, by what you have done for others. 8. The boy who thinks to rely upon what his father may leave him, is already on the road to ruin. 9. One of the most successful men now living, gives this advice to “young men who want to succeed: “Choose wisely, and then stick to it.’ 10. That man has a very narrow conception of life, who is not grateful to his Creator, faithful to his country, and fraternal to his fellowman.---J1. . Wilkinson. WE ADVERTISED When you've important business that you must in haste transact. Do not stop with puzzled brain, and worry o'er the fact; Just pick up Das ttactilrin. turn quick its pages o'er Look thro' the advertisements, you’ll find your wants galore. To Scholie's go for ice cream, candies and goodies sweet; At Hickman's and Turner’s buy your books, for good books are a treat. And when your teeth are aching, and every one is down. Go to Doc. Smith our dentist, one of the best in town. When you find yourself in trouble, in the meshes of the law. Pick up your trusty booklet, you cannot find a flow; For we have many lawyers, we name them here to you: Wyckoff, Samples, Watkins. Bailey, Warder. Robinson and Wilson, too Harry Friedman. F. T. Martin, all renowned as skillful wranglers. And out of the skein of trouble they’ll quickly unravel your tangles. C. B. Bailey for prc duce; Loar’s for your pictures made; The pictures here are samples, you'll find they never fade. Every bank in the town is safe, there's no fear in time of panic So make you? deposits with them, the First National or Merchants Mechanics The Trust Company. Taylor County and also The Grafton Bank. These are the best in the country, and none are of higher rank. Pugh and Beavers, your wholesale groceries, you'll find without a peer. And Mr. Bartlett’s fine grade flour leaves the others in the rear. If an education you're planning, it is well to get the best; There's Wesleyan and W. V. U. that have always stood the test But if you want commercial work again we poir t the way To the Elliott school of Wheeling the very best today. There's L. E. Ward the livery man. who will supply your need. Go to R. M. Parrish for real estate; he'll quickly draw the deed. For all your careful printing to Grant Smith you must go. He does the very best of work; his price is always low To this book we call attention---a sample of his work. He does it neat and handsome and his duty does not shirk. Or perhaps 'tis fire insuiance so that flames you may not fear. That you never need be frightened when the siren shrill you hear. There's Dudley. Means and Starcher. who in insurance deal. So take a policy with them, the effect you will not feel. And all ye lovely women, with your vanity so fine. Go to Florence Poe for hats and bonnets and in society you’ll shine. There is the Jenkins green house, we call your attention to. When you're searching for a present and don't know what to do. If for a good old washer-woman, your brains in vain you're racking. Go to The Grafton Laundry and you’ll vow the book's not lacking. If anything in marble you’re planning to buy soon. Go to S. J. Willhide. and you'll give the book a boom. Make John McCabe the last man you ever deal with here. And of your final send of you need not have a fear. Thus we close our humble ditty; we thank you one and all And if you say “we’re in your debt we'll answer not at all. WE DIDN’T W. MERLE WATKINS Lawyer M. M. Bank Building G. H. S. 18%. HARRY FRIEDMAN, ’01 Lawyer First National Bank Building W. P. SAMPLES Attorney at Law McGraw Building GRAFTON, W. VA. C. B. BAILEY PRODUCE Co. Wholesale Produce, Fruits, Confections and Fancy Groceries. 110 McGraw Ave., GRAFTON. W. VA. J. FRANK WILSON Attorney and Counsellor at Law Grafton Banking and Trust Company Building GRAFTON, W. VA. FREDERICK T. MARTIN Attorney-at-Law Jarrett Building O. E. WYCKOFF Attorney at Law 4th Floor, Grafton Banking Trust Co. Bldg. HUCH WARDER '96 JED W. ROBINSON. '99 WARDER ROBINSON A ttorney s-at- Law Grafton, W. Va. The photos from which the cuts in this book were made are all the work of W. R. LOAR I 19 W. Main Street Fire Insurance Companies Secured by Eighty Million Dollars Represented by Miss DAISY DUDLEY YOU SHOULD ATTEND The Elliott Commercial School Of WHEELING. W. VA. Not because it is the largest business school in West Virginia—which it is-but because of the genuine merit which has made it so. The Elliott School never stops improving— never stops growing. Nothing that will advance the interest of Elliott School students and make them more successful is too good or too expensive for us. One hundred bran new typewriters—the best that money can buy—have just been installed. To be better. STILL BETTER. AND YET STILL (BETTER, is our motto. A catalogue and full information for the asking. THE ELLIOTT COMMERCIAL SCHOOL WHEELING, W. VA. If you want to buy satisfaction in REAL ESTATE, or get results if you want to sell, consult R. M. PARRISH F irst National Bank Building GRAFTON. W. VA. — BEN HUR FLOUR PUGH BEAVERS Chon It J. C. LEWELLEN. President. N. F. KENDALL. Cash.er. A BANK BOOK Is the most interesting book you can possess. It helps you to make the most out of yourself. Sense and cents are two forces that make for individual and national prosperity. Get a Bank Book at The Taylor County Bank GRAFTON, W. VA. All Schools Are Not Equal in Value. Why Not Attend an Accredited College? The West Virginia Wesleyan College Christian Influences. High Scholarship. DEPARTMENTS: College of Liberal Arts, Academy, Music, Arts, Oratory, Normal, Commerce. Faculty large, able. Buildings modern. Location beautiful. Normal graduates receive first grade certificates without examination. Write for catalog. REV. CARL G. DONEY. Ph. D.. Buckhannon, W. Va Scholarinas Co. tJThe finest furnished ice cream parlor in the city. tJThe place to get the most delicious and purest ice cream or cold drinks to be had in the city. tjjlce cream for your party or reception on short notice. Telephone your order and it will receive prompt attention. Starcher I kiltt Co. f | 're Insurance School Supplies Talking Machines Office Supplies Hammocks Sporting Goods Novelties Clyde G. Turner The Leading {Book Store JXCain Street, Qrafton Magazines Cigars Stationery Tobaccos Post Cards Candies West Virginia University Head of the Public School System of West Virginia. A modern State University with Modern Standards, Requirements and Equipment. About 75 Professors and 1400 Students. COLLEGES—Arts and Sciences; Engineering; Law; Agriculture; Medicine. SCHOOLS Music; Fine Arts; Summer School; Commerce; Preparatory. Full information maybe had by writing to Waitman Barbe or to the President, D. B. PURINTON. Ph. D.. LL. D. MORGANTOWN. WEST VIRGINIA. BENJ. F. BAILEY Lawyer Practices in all the courts. All business entrusted to him will be satisfac torily transacted. Offices, Rooms Nos. I and 2, Over Postoffice. SMITH BROS., ©enlists Our specialty is Crown and Bridge work. We guarantee to extract teeth without pain. Second Floor Front, M. M. Rank Building The First National Bank of Grafton Grafton, W. Va. Capital and Surplus. $305,000.00 Resources, $1,300,000.00 As the twig is bent, so is the tree inclined.” Youth is the time to start a savings account. Start it with us. United States Government Depositary A BANK ACCOUNT Has spelled success for many a young man by fitting him for life’s work with a finished education. Build for the future by opening an account with this big bank—TODAY Merchants and Mechanics Savings Bank GRAFTON. W. VA. The Bank That Pays Four Per Cent. FIRE INSURANCE Is a product of Thrift and Education. Let me sell you a home and INSURE it in one of my OLD LINE COMPANIES A. E. N. MEANS INSURANCE and REAL ESTATE P. O. Bldg. JAMES F. HICKMAN Stationer and Bool? Dealer No. 44 W«t Main St.. GRAFTON. W. VA. Spalding Sporting Goods Office Supplies School Supplies a Specialty Stationery Colgate’s Toilet Articles Magazines Bibles. Post Card Albums Fancy Articles The World’s Masterpieces of Literature in the popular copyright edition—1000 different titles to select from. Price Only 50c. Books at all prices. Springola Flour If you want a loaf of bread that will stay fresh and moist use SPRINGOLA FLOUR. Every sack guaranteed to give perfect satisfaction or money refunded. If you try it once you will always use it. Ask your grocer for SPRINGOLA FLOUR The Horner-Gaylord Co., Distributors JENKINS COMPANY Jfloral Bestgns OF ALL KINDS ON SHORT NOTICE Cl IOICE CUT FLOWERS A SPECIALTY The work of Each Patron, no matter how Particular, is done to His Satisfaction at Wilmoth’s Barber Shop Three Chairs. 51 West Main St. Florence Poe Co., Cxclusibe iWillinerp The Latest and Best Always. grafton w. va. Bell Phone. I 3. People’s Phone. 187. L. E. WARD Livery, Sale and Feed Stables West Main Street GRAFTON, W. VA. L. J. WALKER, D. D. S. Grafton Laundry Co. Our work is the BEST our service the most SATISFACTORY, our prices JUST RIGHT. Try us. Bell Phone 80-J Peoples Phone 82 C. R. DURBIN President T. E. COLE. Vice-Pre«id nt C A. COLE. C .hi« Capital, $50,000 Surplus and undivided profits, $40,000 tIPbf rafton panfe GRAFTON. W. VA. TOr 'J 1 C °r 7A °jf D ) C. Begin your business career by opening i ill-j D J I O. a saving account with this Bank. We will pay you interest at the rate of 4 per cent, and compound it every six months. You will be surprised to see how rapidly it will grow. JOHN A. McCABE Furniture Undertaking Picture Framing Mirrors Resilvered 7 East Main St. GRAFTON. W. VA. All orders receive prompt attention. Grafton jflarble anb Granite Mortis 5. J. WILLHIDE, Proprietor. Marble and Granite Monuments Slate and wood mantles and all kinds of tiling and ornamental iron fencing. GRAFTON, W'. VA. THERE’S A DIFFERENCE in printing—bad, indifferent, good. Quality is always the uppermost thought in this shop—not how cheap but how good. JWe are experts in designing and printing office stationery, in fact this is our specialty. Good papers, good inks, the latest type faces and the “know how” make a combination that you cannot afford to pass by. Let us show you samples. D. GRANT SMITH The Printer l|We determine in our youth how we are to spend our old age. CUIt will be in comfort and peace if we have formed the savings habit while young. JA Savings Account is life insurance while we live. JOne dollar will start you on the right track with this Bank. The Grafton Banking and Trust Company GRAFTON, WEST VA. Capital and Profits, $140,000.00.