Grants Pass High School - Toka Yearbook (Grants Pass, OR)

Text from Pages 1 - 102 of the 1910 volume:

CONTENTS At the Parting of the Ways . Roubaix Richey Millionaire and The Garter-Snake . Dennis H. Stovall Penelope's Philanthropy . . James Groves Reminiscenes .... Pauline Coe Exit Mr. X. ... Roubaix Richey College Pranks . . Winnifred Paddock How It Happened . . . Merle Caldwell Angeline .... A Junior Editorial ....... The Newsboy’s Philosophy . James Groves Athletics ....... After Commencement . . . Errol Gilkey Debates ....... Alpha Kappa ....... To Cut or Not to Cut . . Clark Morey Locals ........ Social ..... Three O’Clock Plus Fourteen Souls Equals One Fun . . . . . . Pauline Coe Court of Foolishness .... High School Adventures by Alfred Ramsey Exchanges ....... To the Friends of The Toka . Clark Morey 3 5 9 14 15 20 22 25 28 33 34 38 39 41 42 43 44 47 48 61 64 Photographs for The Toka were made by the Grants Pass Art Studio At tlj? farting nf tl|r Mags t the parting of the ways each takes his separate path Which leads apart from out the school room door, Each has his road to wander in as each traveler hath, And passing, passes that road no more. What roads! Some light, some dark, yet all a tangled maze, And each alike from out the fading past recedes, Wherein we wander through the nights and days, Where’er our fateful fancy leads. A t the parting of the ways we cast our caps in air To choose what roads we travelers hope to take; But subtle Fate breathes on them unaware And makes the choice which we had thought to make. So Destiny leads our careless steps aside; Each has his life to live as you have yours; Each must within the fateful walls abide; Both he who enjoys and he who but endures. At the parting of the ways we say sad good byes, Though oft we know not the pathways lead apart, Each then upon his aspiration sets his eyes, Nor knows the chill which dooms the exiled heart. Some to the right; some to the left, but all away; All—with knowing why, nor whence, nor when; Will any chance to meet? Ah, who can say! Only this we know; none lead back again. —L’A. an ifliiis Oith (fartrr Ivunry uibnsr tirrlrss rnrriui anh faithful rtihramir in hrr offirr of Jfarulttj Ahtiisnr has mahr our publication uibat it is. this numbrr of ahr aoka is affrrtionatrly brbiratrb. ■ THE T O K A JUNE 1910 muittmairp anft the dkirtFr-S’ttak? Sum a auuriBl IBas Cntrrtainpii TOlylf fflailtny JFor a Sruknt Jiart Sy SrtraiB S. tmrall I WO things were responsible for Colonel Miller’s meeting Tommy. The first was the warm spot he had in his heart for every boy of the Barefoot Kingdom; the other was his peculiar [mania while touring of leaving the motorists’ [beaten path and following strange highways. His attempt to follow one such highway, which I was a tortuous cow-trail widened to a road, overtaxed the ability of both his chauffeur and |the machine, and laid the entire outfit up with |a broken axle just in front of Tommy's gate. While the chauffeur rode an easy-going farm horse back to the nearest town to wire for a new axle, the Colonel remained and became acquainted with Tommy. The matter of a millionaire’s six-cylinder touring car breaking down near the front gate was accepted as merely an incidental occurrence by the red-headed boy; the main thing was that the corpulent gentleman with the full-moon face must remain overnight. Sb he took it upon himself to entertain the chance guest befittingly. Tommy knew where to find every root, leaf, berry and bark that would make a tea of medicinal virtue, and as the millionaire was unfortunately stranded in the ‘ ague belt,” the lad advised the use of these native herbs as a preventative against “the shakes.” He asked the Colonel if he knew how to capture garter snakes, and when the rich man admitted his ignorance, the lad led the way down a cow trail to give a practical demonstration of the best method. Tommy took from his jacket pocket a baking powder can with a cover. We’ll put him in this can when we’ve captured him,” the boy informed. But it might bite you,” the Colonel cautioned. Garter snakes don’t bite,” the lad assured. They’re the only kind we have out here. Besides, 1 don’t give ’em a chance, even though they wanted to. You just watch me.” With his Jack knife Tommy cut two dogwood sprouts, leaving a short fork at one end of each. One stick was long, the other short. 6 £Etir (Inka “These are what I capture ’em with,” the boy explained. They followed the trail down the hill to a marsh, and waded waist-high through the reeds and cat-tails. “This is a good place for snakes, Tommy advised. At that moment the Colonel gave a backward leap and fixed his eyes on a clump of reeds in front of him. The boy investigated and saw the tail of a red-and-green snake disappear in the bush. “That’s a beauty,” cried the boy. “He’s the one we’re looking for. You hold the can till I’m ready for it.” A little dubiously, and fearful of results, the Colonel took the can. Tommy beat the reeds with the longer stick, and in a little while the snake slid out. When its full length was in the open, the boy dexterously thrust the fork over its lithe body and pressed it firmly to the ground. After the snake had wriggled itself tired, the boy stuck the fork of the shorter stick over its neck. “Now, bring the can,” lie commanded. “Take off the lid and set the open end near the snake’s head.” The Colonel did as directed. The boy gently raised the sticks and the snake drew its whole length into the can. The lid was quickly clapped on. “There,” he cried triumphantly, tucking the can under his jacket and leading the way up the trail toward the house. Well done,” declared the Colonel. “You captured him very cleverly. But what use have you for snakes?” “Don’t have any use for them,” Tommy admitted. “Just study their stripes a while and turn ’em loose down In the garden.” Tommy made no report of his capture to his father or mother, and the millionaire forgot the reptile in his hearty supper around the farm board. When It came time to retire, the boy magnanimously offered one-half of his bed to the stranded motorist, an offer that the Colonel was obliged to accept. Before getting in bed Tommy inspected a cage-like box that set on the floor under the window. “This wire netting is a little loose,” he remarked in an evident tone of alarm, “but I think it will keep him in. He will sleep tonight, anyway.” Curiosity prompted the Colonel to take a peep into the cage. He stepped quickly back, a shudder creeping up and down his spine. What he saw was nothing more than the captive snake peacefully coiled in one corner of the box. “Aren’t you afraid he will get out?” he asked. “Oh, no. He can’t get out of there,” the boy assured. “I’ve had lots of ’em in there and none ever got out. The netting wasn’t as loose as it is now, but snakes can’t push very hard, so I think this one’s safe.” Tommy’s confident tone gave the Colonel a sense of greater security. The two climbed into bed, and the snake was soon forgotten. The small boy’s prattle continued till long after the light was put out. He told the Colonel how many goats were In his father’s flock, and explained why goats are better than sheep on a mountain farm. He drifted from goats to cattle and from cattle to horses, and gave the millionaire a cure for “blind staggers.” (Taka 7 Tommy chattered till sleep closed his lips. The moon came up over the piues, and the stream of light through the window revealed a smile of boyish happiness on his face. The cloak of wealth fell from the millionaire as he gazed into the face of the soundly sleeping lad. He tucked the cover around the boy, and turned over gently lest he disturb him. When the Colonel awoke it was broad day. Through the open window came the squealing of pigs, the bawling of calves, and the clutter of industrious hens. Tommy was up and scrambling industriously around the room. He moved the trunk from the wall and the stand from the corner, looking under and behind them as if in search of something. He raised the window blinds and rubbed his hands along the casing. He picked up the goat rug and combed his fingers through the long mohair. He crawled under the bed and rubbed exploring hands over the rag carpet. The Colonel sat up and wondered. Finally he interrupted the boy’s explorations with the question: “What’s the matter, Tommy, lost something? His mind went back to the days when his boy heart was all but broken through the loss of a favorite marble or jack knife. “Snake’s got out,” Tommy replied simply. With an activity that was marvelous for one of his age and avoirdupois, the Colonel leaped straight up, and stood in the middle of the bed. He was become of the startling suspicion that the reptile was between the sheets. “Has he been out long?” the Colonel asked. “Don’t know,” the boy replied. “Been out most all night, I expect— can’t find him anywhere.” The Colonel felt a peculiar quiver under his feet. He emitted a smothered howl and leaped to one corner of the bed. “I believe he’s under tne covering,” he exclaimed. “I felt him wiggle.” “That was just a spring in the mattress,” consoled the lad. He isn’t in the bed—he couldn’t climb the posts—they’re too slippery.” This information brought great relief to the Colonel. It was not altogether satisfactory, however, in that it was not very definite. If the snake was not in the bed it was somewhere in the room. “Will you please hand me my trousers. Tommy; they’re hanging over there on that chair. My coat and jacket are there, too.” Tommy paused midway of the room with the millionaire’s wardrobe dragging the floor. “I was Just thinking,” he remarked. “What was you thinking. Tommy?” “That he might have crawled into your pockets. Snakes are queer about crawling into places.” If the boy had told the Colonel his clothes were loaded with dynamite he could not have given the rich man a more severe shock. “Take them back,” Colonel Miller implored, when the lad held them over the bed. “Take them to the window and shake them—search the pockets—do anything to ascertain if the snake is in them.” Tommy dragged the clothes over to the window and began a systematic search of the pockets. He went first through the trousers, even thrusting his arm through the legs, that no possible hiding place would be overlooked. Then he took up the jacket and searched it, inside and out. 0 (Sly? auka ‘ My, but you have a lot of pockets,” the lad declared enviously, as he finished the jacket and took up the coat. ‘‘You have overlooked an inside one,” the Colonel advised as he closely and critically followed the operation from his point of vantage. ‘‘And now are you sure the snake isn’t in the clothes?” the millionaire asked anxiously. ‘‘Sure,” Tommy replied. The Colonel received his clothes and slipped them on cautiously. Then he ventured to the floor. At his request the boy made a careful inspection of his shoes, after which he put them on. Both made a careful search of the room. Upon the Colonel’s suggestion, Tommy took the quilts and blankets from the bed and shook them out of the window. While the boy was thus engaged his older brother passed below on the way to the barn. This older brother knew that something was wrong—otherwise Tommy would not be shaking the bed clothes through the window at six in the morning. He feared the distinguished guest had spent a restless night because of having ventured too near the pig sty or the dog kennel. He came up close under the window and threw aloft the wuispered inquiry: “Fleas, Tommy?” Tommy shook his head negatively, and the older brother disappeared. After searching every crack and corner. Tommy and the millionaire gave up in despair. The snake was gone—had disappeared completely. The boy’s father called from the cow lot, and the lad bolted swiftly downstairs. The Colonel followed more slowly. When he reached the foot of the narrow stairs he was startled by cries of terror from the kitchen. In a moment Tommy’s sister dashed through the door, screaming wildly: A snake! A snake! There’s a big snake in the kitchen!” The Colonel tried to console her with the assurance that the reptile would do no harm—that it was no doubt only a timid little garter snake which had crept into the house to find a safe retreat from the cats. Tommy heard his sister’s screams and understood at once. He returned quickly to the house, armed with his two forked sticks and the baking powder can. “Where is the snake?” he inquired innocently. “Under the cupboard, the girl directed. The boy went boldly in, followed by the Colonel. Sure enough there it was—twelve inches of red-and-green striped tail protuding from under the cupboard. “You’ll have to hold the can again,” Tommy instructed. Then he thrust the fork of the long stick over the snake’s body, and stuck the shorter one over its nevk. When it had ceased wriggling, tne Colonel laid the open can near its head and it slid quickly in. The boy clapped on the cover and was off toward the garden, eager to give the captive Its freedom. After breakfast Tommy was called before the family court, where the judge and head of the household presided with a long hickory; but the big-hearted Colonel pleaded eloquently in the boy’s behalf, and punishment wfas indefinitely postponed. 9 U,tjr Uuifca •pnifUipr’a $g Jamrs (fcrut� ?B E was hungry. That is not an alarming condition when one is within easy reach of a restaurant or the home table. But hungry, cold and not over clean in a little Wisconsin settlement, without a cent in one’s pocket is, to anyone but your professional tramp, an embarrassing position. It was in just that situation that Tom Hamilton found himself one summer morning not so many years ago. He had been up in the mountains hunting and fishing with his friends and two Ipdian guides. They had spent three or four weeks among the famous troi0 streams of Wisconsin and were now returning home. They had walked part of the way and ridden the rest in excruciating wagons and over diabolic roads—or no roads at all; had made friends with two noble red men who se y d them as guides in the ways that were dark to their city trained eyes, and whose admiration they had won by their skill in catching the sparkling beauties and by their appreciation of Indian cookery. They were learned in all wood and water craft and wore solemn, mysterious expressions, as though they had promised nature not to betray any of her secrets. They were strong, not lazier than their white brothers, did not drink, told the truth, when it was not too great an inconvenience, and would have been passably good Christians but for their heretical views on the subject of cleanliness, and their firmly grounded objections to the use of comb and brush. At last these pleasure seekers separated. They had worked harder and endured more in their search for rest and pleasure than they had ever done; but they had had a splendid time. Tom’s vacation had not quite ended, so he was to remain a little longer. They tried to persuade him to go; but he said, “No, boys, let me stay as long as I can with my original mother and my aboriginal brothers. No conventionalities to bother me, no pie to haunt my dreams—and all the freedom of solitude!” Jim Hunt suggested that mosquitoes answered every purpose, but Tom was in too ecstatic a frame of mind to hear. But a succession of misfortunes befell Tom. First, John, who had promised faithfully to be his companion for another week, suddenly changed his mind. A red brother had notified him of another party who wanted a guide, and he showed his business talent by performing the work that had the most money in it. This he denied, however; said he was much tired,” but as he ate well and looked capable of tearing the very trees up by their roots, Tom had grave doubts as to his weariness, but the red man repeated the statement with a face so solemn, and an accent so impressive, that Tom believed, knowing all the time he lied. The next day he discovered that he had lost his purse. He had had It out of his pocket when he settled” with John, though he remembered in 2hr aufeti putting it back; but it was gone. Then he had loat his hat one day in going over the rapida, and had borrowed one of Jim Hunt. Aa it was several sizes too small for him it gave the sun a great advantage, which it had improved. His coat was demoralized; his boots had lost the shine that distinguished them on State street. What few effects he had brought with him were either in the hands of the rest of the party, for they had taken charge of the luggage, or—in the hands of his “aboriginal brother!” All would have been well, or endurable, but for the loss of his purse. But he had learned that the appreciation of money is a wide-spread characteristic, being often in curious ratio to its possession, and had no idea there would be any special exception made in his favor. That morning of which 1 speak, his cogitations were something in this wise: “Well, Tom Hamilton, this is rather an interesting state of affairs, Twenty miles from a railway station; no money, no clean clothes, no anything. “It looks like quite a little trip to take on foot. Walking from necessity is a different thing from walking for fun, and when I get to the railroad station I shall probably find that the companies have a habit of charging for a ride; in fact, I don’t know but a man is as well off In the Wisconsin woods without money as anywhere. “I do charge you, Tom Hamilton, with being a tramp. That’s what you are, and now' be true to your character, sir, and make a successful one. Perhaps, however, you would better take an account of stock; In other words, see what your resources are. First, two soiled handkerchiefs, evidence of former respectability; a bit of rhyming, composed and sung by our campfire, evidence of extraordinary mental powrer. No one could read it without pronouncing it a remarkable production. Shakespeare wrote nothing like it. A photograph of Cousin Bessie, showing that I have known the refining influences of female friendship; a copy of Tennyson, showing—don’t know what that does show—haven’t made up my mind; a couple of cigars—blessed be Raleigh! and, oh Lucifer! an empty match box. These are my possessions this a. m. Now here is a little hamlet, where, according to poetic tradition, I ought to find every latch string out, and every man ready to clasp me in his arms and call me brother, ready to share his last crust of bread, and last cup of coffee with me. But I greatly doubt if I find any such thing. I am a disreputable looking creature, but I deny that the apparel proclaims the man in my case.” Tom reconnoitered a little after the fashion of a thorough-bred tramp. One woman offered to give him his breakfast in return for an hour’s devotion to her wood pile, but he fully intended to be consistent, and so declined her offer. He noticed a large, pleasant-looking, white farm house, set well back from the road. The lawn in front was smooth as a floor. He noticed a flower bed, gay with blossoms, in the distance. He saw the hanging baskets on the porch and he looked upon the place as critically as though he had meditated purchasing instead of asking for a breakfast. “This looks Inviting. This house has a fine expression—for houses have expressions as well as their Inmates—and, there is a young lady swinging In the hammock. I konw she is young, for she has on a light blue £EIjf anka 11 drees, and any one not young ought to know better than to wear light blue. She also has fair hair and blue or gray eyes. “This is a somewhat ridiculous way for a hungry man and a temporary beggar to reason, but it shows that my exposures and privations have not impaired my powerful intellect.” He tried hla fate at the kitchen door. ‘‘Sure, iow, it’s hungry you are, and it’s something to ate ye’re wantin’?” “If you please.” ”Thin I’ll be askin’ the mistress.” ‘‘Can’t you give me something without?” Ave coorse I could, young man, but it’s Nora O’Flaherty that obeys orders. Certainly, Nora, give him something’,’ he heard a sweet voice say in answer to Nora’s inquiry. ‘‘What sort of a looking man is he?’ ‘‘Ah, Miss Penelope, he’s a wicked lookin’ chap, wid the blackest eyes 1 ever see in a living cratur’s head, and he just takes in everything at a glance. I’m afraid he’s a thafe, Miss Penelope.” ‘‘Did you leave him alone?” ‘‘Not I, Maggie is there, and she’ll kape her two eyes on him.” ‘‘Go and give him something to eat and I’ll come out and take a look at him. But watch him carefully. In a minute or two more, Tom was sitting on the back porch eating a bowl of bread and milk and blackberries. Nora had given him a seat at the kitchen table, and had set forth other food, but he had taken this pastoral dish and retired to the porch. “He may be a dacent fellow ater all,” Nora thought. Pretty Boon he saw approaching him as fair a vision as had greeted his eyes for many a day. It soon materialized into a dainty little bit of feminity, apparently about nineteen, with a cloud of light brown hair, large hazel eyes and a sweet but resolute looking mouth. She wore a light blue morning dress; had a rose tucked in her belt and a book in her hand. Tom spilled the milk he was carrying to his mouth, adding greatly to his discomfiture, but not at all to his appearance. Milk doesn’t enhance the beauty of a black mustache and whiskers. The girl took a chair a little distance from him, gave him a quick glance, in which there was sympathy and distrust mingled, the sympathy predominating, and said, ‘‘Good morning!” ‘‘Good morning, madam!” ‘‘Have you walked far?” ‘‘Quite a distance.” ‘‘You look tired. No response. Tom thought if that were the worst thing that could be said of his looks, he would be thankful. ‘‘Are you looking for work?” she asked. ‘‘Yes, ma’am.” he answered, boldly. ‘‘Do you understand farm work?” ‘‘Some kinds.” ‘‘My father is in need of help. He is away from home for a few hours, but if you are inclined to wait till he returns, I think he would give you something to do. But—perhaps you were going somewhere in particular.” 12 ah? uuka No, ma’am, I was not, ami 1 will be glad to wait.” The truth was Tom had fallen in “lore at first sight” with the blue-robed maiden and enjoyed the sensation; and, though at this moment he would have given half a year's income for a change of raiment, he still felt grateful to the fate that had led, or misled, him to this spot. After he had finished his breakfast, he told Penelope that if there was any little piece of work he could do while he awaited hir father’s return, he was ready to undertake it. Penelope didn’t know. She thought there must be something, but she didn’t know just what. She tried to be very dignified and very businesslike, and failed completely. Finally she said that if he understood using the lawn mower he might employ himself in mowing the lawn for a while. Father is very particular about the lawn,” she said. Tom could easily believe it, for it was already as smooth as a carpet; and he begau his work somewhat cautiously, it must be confessed. Fate plays queer pranks sometimes,” he said to himself. Here is a croquet ground, and you are a skillful player; here is a charming young lady, and you have been known to be agreeable to charming young ladies in your day; here are all the facilities for a summer idyl, and yet—and yet—. Then he heard the piano. “Ah,” he groaned, that will be harder to bear than all the rest, though probably she will play ‘Why Don’t You Try,’ or ‘I Have Taken Quite a Fancy to You, Dear!’ I have noticed that those two stand prominent in the repertories of many young ladies, and though, of course, I dote on them—yet I COULD forgive her playing them. However, If she will not sing Oh You Kid.” But no, there w'as a skilled hand upon the instrument, and in a moment, floating from lip and finger, arose exquisite strains from 11 Trovatore. Tom resigned his positio nas an amateur gardener and threw himself down under a tree to listen. Then she tried the garden song from Faust. This she commenced, proceeded with a certain distance, hesitated, tried again, stopped. Again and again this wag repeated. Tom had several talents. He was a musician of no small ability, and he had an accomplishment, which, though it may not take high rank, was still the source of a great deal of pleasure. He thought, I am not presentable in your parlor, but I think I can help you if I am a tramp.” She tried again; this time he, from his position under the tree, accompanied the piano by whistling. Again she faltered at the some place, stopped, while he carried it through to the end. Then he saw Miss Penelope on the porch, and her sweet voice reached him in these words gentle and courteous: “I wish you would come here a moment.” Tom walked slowly towards her. Will you please whistle that passage again where I failed? You remember—I haven’t the music. I tried to play it from memory, she half exclaimed. And you whistle it with wonderful accuracy, and wonderful expression, too.” Tom colored with pleasure, through the mosquito blotches that adorned his face. He raised his hat and said: I will stand outside and accompany you; or, if you will grant me the pleasure, 1 will play it for you.” Penelope lifted her eyebrows in astonishment, and replied: “I have some curious people in my life, but I don’t know where I ever saw a-a tEhp anka 13 tramp who understood opera music. No! certainly not in this country! Madam,” Tom said gravely, ‘You know the poet says, ‘Things are not what they seem.’ I am a living {lustration of the truth of that statement. I don't know whether or not I can prove that to you. However, such credentials as I have I lay at your feet,” and Tom solemnly took from his pocket the soiled handkerchiefs, the picture, the copy of Tennyson, the two cigars, and the empty match box. My name is Thomas Brooks Hamilton. I live and practice law in Chicago, as did my father before me. I have wandered like a lost sheep for a day and night in the woods near here, in consequence of an injudicious love of nature, and an unwise reliance upon her creatures.” He handed her the copy of Tennyson and the picture. She glanced at the book, saw the name written in it. laid it down; but when she looked at the photograph, she cried out, Bessie Granger,” and with the impulsiveness of a girl of eighteen, carried the picture to her lips and gave it a kiss that made Tom wish himself a small piece of pasteboard for a moment. Why this is the picture of Bessie, my room mate at Vassar, and you must be her cousin Tom, of whom I’ve heard her talk so much!” The same,” with a profound bow. Penelope held out her hands to him impulsively: “To think that I should have given Bessie’s cousin his breakfast on the back porch and told the servant’s to keep an eye on him! It’s incredible!” and they both laughed heartily, which banished the last trace of embarrassment and formality. When Penelope’s father came home an hour later he was astonished beyond measure to find his daughter sitting on the piazza, reading aloud to a demoralized youth, comfortably ensconed in an easy chair placed at a respectful distance. His first thought was that Penelope had found some one on whom to experiment in a philanthropic way. She was probably trying to sow good seed in very poor soil; but he was soon disabused of the idea, as their merry laughter and chatter reached his earc. He was not long in making investigations, which were, as we can understand, perfectly satisfactory. Tom told his story; Penelope supplemented it with an account of her suspicions and Nora’s watchfulness. He said: Since I am again within the pale of good society. I find that the demand of an ’effete civilization’ are strong upon me. 1 can think of nothing that would go so far to reinstate me in my own good opinion as a bath.” Mr. Arnold escorted him to his son’s room, and placed it, including the belongings, at Tom’s disposal. The erst-while tramp accepted Mr. Arnold’s invitation to spend a few days with them. “For truly,” said the host, “You are the most delightful tramp we ever entertained; your going astray has brought us great pleasure.” There followed three delightful days; days filled with music and mirth and converse sweet; days golden with heart sunshine, radiant with budding hopes; days love crowned and joyous. Then Tom rode away with the copy of Tennyson in his pocket and the bliss of a hundred summers in his heart, for Penelope had heard his last request as graciously as she had his first, proving how genuine and far-reaching In its limits was her philanthropy. 14 ®l|p Sitka iEpmuttarpitpa Sit $Jaulinr Sop I see in yon green meadow clear An old stooped form. It draweth near. What hath he in his hands, so keen. With which he cuts each blade when seen? Methinks it looks like Father Time, With hoary head and features fine. Ah, yes, ’tis so. ’Tis Father Time. How cautiously he mows his field. With mighty sweeps his scythe he wields. He cometh towards me. Look! He halts. I ponder what could be the faults. But hush! Our heads in reverence bend When to his words our ears we lend— “Pass on, ye noble 1910’s.” It seems to me 1 can’t realize That twelve long years are minimized As thus—so full of work and play— Joys and sorrows have strewn our way. Blessings, misfortunes, e’en evil done, Has come to all—yes, every one. But Father Time doth say ’Tis done.” I love to bring to mind those days When we did in our forenoon plays Play •’Black-man,” “Bear” and “Cut-the-Cheese.” How well we do remember these. O, yes, and this, dear Seniors, too. Perhaps you will remind anew, Down from the belfry, or I’ll pursue.” (H. R. T.) Some ask us why we love our High, Wherein doth all its beauty lie? Those old brick walls do lend no charms. Its worth doth not increase like farms. How rudely doth its belfry old Stand fortified with flag so bold Which our forefathers fought to unfold. Pray, what great gift is this so true That toils and studies, trials not few. Should thus far seize us with pure love? Love, yes, love, given from above. Love for our High. “How strange!” they say; But listen! Father Time doth say: “I reap this love as time decays.” Again I look in yon green field. Old Father Time the gate hath sealed. And o’er it now with trembling hand He slowly places “1910.” But see! His scythe in hand he takes. For years of travel he must make. Hush! Night hath shaken her dusky robes. And breezes low, o’er hill, in dell. Softly whisper, “Farewell, farewell.” 5hr aoka 15 iExtt lllr. X Sn Unubaix iitrhrij R. X was happy. He drew his suit cases together lit a cigar and leaned back in the cushioned seat of the car, gazing with half-closed eyes upon the familiar scenery as it flitted by the windows. Only a few miles more and the tiresome Journey would be over and there would be a break in the routine of stocks, bonds and goods which is welcome at times to even the most businesslike of business men, which is just what Mr. X happened to be. He was happy in the expectation of happiness—he was going home. There was nothing of the dreamer or Idealist in Mr. X, far from it. He measured people by their achievements, valued their abilities by what they had done, estimated their wealth and worth by their dollars, compared their beliefs to their interests, and put. as it were, in figures everything which came to his notice. As his business friends knew him he was shrewd and keen at a bargain, just jovial enough to retain friends and just calculating enough to never lose in a deal. To acquaintances his life seemed centered in one thing—business, business, business. But there was one thing behind and above all this which was rooted deeper in his soul and sustained him through it all, and that was his home. And six week is a long time to be away from home, especially for a man who loves his own fireside—at least that is what Mr. X thought. No, Mr. X was not a dreamer, but sometimes he gave himself up to reverie, as even the most sordid and materialistic must at times. The rumble of the train, the soft summer twilight sifting down through the hollows, the odors of his cigar lulled him into reminiscent thought. Now, how many weeks had he been at home during the past year? Scarcely a score when he counted them up. It was altogether wrong to enforce such an amount of absence upon himself, to say nothing of Geraldine; he was away too much; his company was asking too much of him and this time he would make arrangements to let some one else handle the bulk of the business. What was life for anyway? Surely not to drudge away in railroad deals and sacrifice home. In all the five years of his married life he had not spent half the time at home and now as he looked back over the past years it seemed to him that something had been wasted which could never be replaced; happiness lost which could never be regained. He resolved to quit the road and devote himself more to domestic life. He was arriving a day earlier than he had expected, which was some consolation. What a happy surprise to Geraldine! She did not expect him until the next evening, for he had written her the hour of his arrival, but unexpected speed in a directors’ meeting had enabled him to catch the evening train. He took a letter from his pocket and opened it. It was her last IB a hr (Enka letter and he had done this a dozen times. In the fading green dusk he read it once more: “Dear George: It seems that you have been away for ages, dear, and you don’t know how lonesome I get; it’s almost like being a widow to have you always away. Let me know, if you can, exactly what time are you coming, for I want to have things ready for you. And remember to forget all about business when you are home thts time, George.” Then it pursued various accounts of happenings and occurrences and incidents of the past few days, but he read it all through again; kissed the signature, folded it up and put it in his pocket with a tenderness almost surprising in a man five years married. When the train stopped he was the first passenger to touch the asphalt pavement of the yard. In leaving the train it seemed that a great care had been left behind; that he had forgotten all his troubles as one might forget a traveling bag, he was so expectant. He glanced out over the railroad yards, looked down at the dark water by the wharves, cast his eyes up to the stars and whistled. He was happy with that jubilant, airy, almost desperate happiness of a man who, being denied much of pleasure, enters into the spirit of the occasion much as if he were entering a combat, resolved to grasp every atom of happiness possible and let none escape. As he neared the open hallway of his home, he heard a young girlish voice singing and it reminded him of the days of his courtship. He listened and the words floated out upon the still night and struck deep in his heart. It was part of an old song which he had once known, hut had forgotten in his grapple with dollars. Bend mast, bend to the breeze;” “Fly ship, fly o’er the main;” ’’Come, love, come from the seas,” “Never to sail again!” And he sighed and tightened his lips and resolved once more to give up the road. He walked hurriedly now, frantically even. How long absence had endeared everything. Now he could see the strip of light at the edge of the front blind. She was yet. awake then! When he reached th ewindow’ he noticed that it was open and he could not restrain a temptation to glance In before he mounted the steps. The curtain had been drawn over this open window, but the evening breeze tossed it restlessly and as he neared it a zephyr moved it and he caught a glimpse of her brown curls as she sat at the piano. He came up close to the edge of the casement. He wished to take one more glance at her beauty while she was all unconscious of it. He gnetly thrust the drapery aside and peered over the window seat into the room flooded with light. But what a scene of hellish mockery it revealed to Mr. X. The piano had ceased. She was no longer singing, but a man was standing beside her, gazing into her upturned eyes. Mr. X did not move. He did not breathe. He seemed scarcely alive. He was like one suddenly become stone. He only gazed upon the scene with eyes of steel which never quivered. His glance was as cold as a rattlesnake’s. (Iljp alnka 1Z As he stood thus she began to speak. It was her voice, yes, her voice. Mr. X did not, could not analyze his feelings. To him it seemed in fact that all sense of feeling had left him and that he was only cold stone, but yet fashioned into two senses—eyes and ears. “Yes, he comes home tomorrow,” she was saying. “Comes home on the night train. I got his letter this morning. But it’s just the same, business-nothing, nothing but business.” And here she buried her head in her small white arms and leaned forw’ard on the scarcely more white keys of the instrument before her. Now the man came closer to her and took her hand. He had been standing in the shadow of the chandelier, but now he came out into the full light and Mr. X from his vantage point of seeing without being seen scrutinized every feature w'ith that awful tenseness, with that world-of-hate-in-a-glance expression with which viper gazes upon viper. The man whom Mr. X looked upon was tall, slender and had a queer, graceful movement as he walked about. His light blonde hair w'as cut pompadour and was the same color as his pointed beard and drooping mustaches, which he caressed now and then with a slim, ladylike hand. Light blue eyes, which seemed to waver and flicker like two blue flames, and a curved Roman nose filled out the first impression of his features. A contrast in every way with the stocky figure, square jaw, thick nose and coal black hair of Mr. X. This blonde man had a peculiarly deep but pleasant voice which reminded one of the heavy gurgling of some river. “I understand that it is not because Mr. X is improvident or uncaring, but he is incapable of appreciating you. He does not realize your worth. He is not constituted for deep affections.” I know that,” she replied without lifting her head, “he only thinks of dollars. He has given me everything he could give me, too. George has been a dear to me, but now he thinks of nothing but deals and bonds and business, and I was counting up this morning and he has only been home four weeks since Christmas.” “A man like that can’t care much for home,” was the blonde man’s comment as he pressed a kiss on the brown head. From the ivory keys there came a sadder sound than was wont to come from them. The woman was sobbing. She raised up and said passionately, “Oh, he has bought me. That’s all. He has been a brute, besotted with business. He does not think of anything but money, money, money. He never talks of anything else. Oh. my God. and tomorrow he is coming home to bring his cares and business. He’ll kiss me once and then read his paper, eat three times a day, and just enjoy it all like a beast. It wasn’t like that when we were first married. Oh, if he would only show that he appreciates me a little! He’s been a beast, just a beast, and he’s coming home tomorrow—coming home just to eat and talk business! I could be IB El|f dnka happy without these fine things if somebody would only show they love me. Oh, why must he come now?” She was overcome with emotion and the words had seemed to rush out panic stricken from her lips and tumble over each other in her desire to relieve her pent up feelings. She glanced up appealingly aud repeated once more ‘‘And tomorrow he comes home.” ‘‘After a moment she added, “And, Harold, he must never know this. Never know how happy I’ve been with you. We must part. Yes, it’s tomorrow he comes. Oh, why must he come now?” She fell forward again and the keys gave out a little agonized shriek as they felt her weight upon them. To Mr. X standing there by the open window listening to this confession, to this outpouring of emotions and heart yearnings, it was all as a horrible, horrible nightmare, which even his practical mind could not cope with and which chilled his very existence; which seemed to put its somber fingers in his throat and stifle his breathing. He wanted to tear himself away, to shriek, to gather her in his arms and call her back to him. Now he was impelled almost to springing upon that creature before him and kill him as a hot wave of wrath would sweep over him, now he wished to fly in cold terror from the scene. That sharp note which came from the piano seemed to waken him to realities. He gave a start backward, but a vine near the window caught him by the lapel of the coat and held him. He remembered in that subconscious way that they had planted that vine together just after their honeymoon and the remembrance maddened him. He tore it loose and fled from the scene. He ran, ran, ran. He did not know where. At last he seemed to fall from exhaustion and lay upon the ground. How long he did not know. He tried to persuade himself that it was all a dream, a trick of the imagination. Perhaps he had gone mad and had only imagined it all. He pinched himself to see if he were really awake. No, no, no, how could such a thing be? Once again he looked up to the starlight heavens, but this time with a soul which seemed crushed beneath. This time the sky seemed to be made of wrought steel and shut down to the very earth. Now there was no heaven above it. All was enveloped in a vast, boundless void of misery, of which his heart was an atom. So the hours of the night passed. At three o’clock in the morning an old man found himself walking down the asphalt pavements of the Central yards. This old man was a certain Mr. X, representative and manager of the Bonell Honeymann corporation’s business. At a turning a reporter met this old man, but In the shadows hs did not see a face grown gray in a night. 31}p (Enka 19 Hello, George, off again? Union or Consolidated this time?” Neither,” was the reply, which contained a note of attempted joviality. Just going to take a long trip, that’s all.” Kail or boat?” Water.” And the old man passed on. He went down beside the docks, where he could hear the gentle plashing of the water upon greened piling. Gazing out upon the rippling wavelets upon which he had looked with such lightheartedness a few hours before, he w’alked along. After a time he came to a sandy bit of shore, which sloped gently down into the ripples. He did not hesitate. He walked to the edge of this sand spit, put one foot into the water, then the other. It was warm and inviting, and a brisk breeze blew from out the hazy dawn sky. It came to his waist, to his shoulders, to the edge of his raven hair. Still he did not stop. He felt as If he wished it to flow over him and absorb him. He wished to mingle his spirit with them; and as the day grew gray his desire was realized. A few hours later, a certain little woman with white arms and brown hair, sitting in the Central station waiting for the evening train, puzzled over a paragraph in the paper which read: “The B. H. corporation’s representative, Mr. X, left by water this morning on a long journey. 20 U4|p (Ioka QJnUrgp franks BJutnifrrii f ailiinrk ELL, Sybil love, I quite agree with you there; that old ‘hayseed’ leaves tonight to stay, but we’re down to bedrock, so to speak, and —how’re you going to work it?” ‘‘Disturber of our peace depart, Ere’n tho’ it be with a broken heart; If again your form shall rise in view. We’ll douse you good and your sweetheart, too; Or again you appear as gay as a lark, We’ll paddle you good and quit the sparking,” sang the class poet gaily from her seat on the divan. ‘‘Oh, if we only could.” Mildred laughingly drew closer into the circle, warmed up to her subject. “For I declare If it isn’t a shame! Just tell me of one time when we’ve planned the use of the parlor when that great ‘lubber’ didn’t get there first.” “There, there, honey,” came the gentle rebuke. “Is it possible you’ve forgotten the time he had the ‘rheumatiz,’ or the time he got caught in our fly paper? Land sakes! I shan’t, for what did Joe do, but send me all the way to the office to mail a note of explanation, cause she was laid up worrying” and, seemingly by reflex action, a saucy nose turned up at the thought. “To think of stealing that room, and on tonight of all nights, too, when we were planning our spread; and all the sugar coating in the world won’t make it consistent or right,” wailed Blanche. “Just look at that clock. We’re supposed to occupy that room in half an hour, and there he sits as cool as a lobster! What is there—” “Girls, Ann, Blanche, Sybil, where are you anyway?” came in muffled tones from the doorway. “Oh, there you are; you just can’t imagine, we girls ran over early with our cakes and stuff, and—there you’ve guessed it —yes, sir, right in on them! He was sitting with his chair propped back against the wall, and the genial expression of his face was so like that of a ‘Cheshire cat’ that it brought to my mind two little verses taken from ‘Alice in Wonderland’: ‘How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws.’ “You’ll have to see it for yourself to appreciate it— and that makes me think, have any of you girls a long hat pin? Good, then come along, there’s no time to waste, and we mustn’t talk. But we’ll fix him!” Only a few swift directions from Marjorie were needed. Very quietly and systematically a stack of chairs and oil cans hastily brought from the basement were piled high, blockading the doorway, and nine flushed and excited faces beheld it with nods and smiles of satisfaction. (Et|p (Inha 21 “Now, Lois, run and be sure the doors are all locked; Virginia be ready to turn out the lights at a moment’s notice, and Sybil may have a pitcher of water ready.” Meanwhile, Marjorie bored feverishly at the plaster with her penknife, while the others, looking on, spent their energy In suppressing hysterical giggles. “Now, then, every one ready?” Every one was. The hat pin stuck in it'B place. ‘Now, Virginia, lights out, and be ready, girls, to chase upstairs in your stocking feet, and do remember to be quiet. ‘Mischief, thou art afoot, Take thou what course thou wilt!’ ‘Ready!” The hat pin was given a frantic Jab just as the lights were put out. ‘Ouch-oh-help-murder! Miss Jos-er-er, Miss Jefferson! Oh-h-h-h!” The girls were fast disappearing down the hallway when the parlor door opened and then followed a crash of what seemed like a million tin cans, and the cries and groans that followed, plainly showed that the “hayseed” regretted his visit. “Land sakes! Elizabeth, can’t you manage to crawl a little faster, we’ll miss all the fun?” “Sh-h-h-h, girls” commanded Marjorie, striving to check her own emotions. Gathered around the windows at the end of the dormitory, not five minutes later, the girls heard a soft step on the lower hall, which made them alert. “They’re trying the doors,” laughed Marjorie. “Open the window and be ready. Your water, Sybil. The only way he can possibly reach the street will be by jumping from the window below.” Just at this moment, as though in desperate straits, th ewindow slowly lifted and a dark figure loomed upon the sill and paused to gain its bearing. “He acts as if he knew his time had come,” giggled Virginia under her breath. “Note the exquisite poise.” The exquisite poise just referred to was, however, broken by a hawklike swoop to the ground, and a frantic dash on the part of Sybil landed the contents of the water pitcher into his frank and open countenance. Was it agony, or remorse, or perhaps it was malice stamped upon those features? As the figure disappeared in the darkness, and the girls gave Marjorie an ecstatic embrace, their leader gazed upon her companions with a look of profound wisdom: “Girls,” said she, “undoubtedly that hayseed’ goes down through history as Napoleon I, for this night, in the year of our IiOrd 1910, he has met and faced his Waterloo.” “But he’ll not trouble the enemy again right away,” ventured Anna. “Oh, girls, will we ever forget that face?” 22 {Tiff $nka fimut 3lt % fflprlp (£al utrll T WAS evident that Ned had something to say by the peculiar, indifferent manner in which he walked into the assembly room one evening after school and approached several of the girls who were gathered around the library table. ‘Well, here ‘It” comes; what have you got to say now?” Was the greeting Bess gave him as he entered the door. ‘‘Ah, go on,” he said to her in a half teasing voice, “I’ll bet you girls will have some of the darned conceit shaken out of you now.” And he threw himself into a chair and stretched out in an ungraceful position. “Well, what is it?” was the question asked by several. “What, don’t you know? “Ah, Ned, please tell us; you never will tell until you are coaxed.” “Have you seen that new girl who will enter high school next week? By jinks, she is a real little beauty. Magnificent figure. Quite a treat after the average high school girl. Big blue eyes, glorious golden hair and most charming manner. Imperious, you know.” “Doubtless the Imperious part would appeal to you, for you are only fit to be ordered about,” was Kate’s snatching comment. But Ned closed his eyes and rambled on. This was his opportunity to get even, for many times each and every girl had handed him one. “Now just believe me, before she has been here more than two weeks she will have captured our whole delegation.” “Each girl sat up and glared at him with wide-open eyes, war to the knife expressed in every face as clearly as could be. Ned gave them no chance to say anything. “She plays basket ball, tennis, the piano, the violin—and you can bet all the fellows think she is charming. And really, if I wanted a girl, I would try for her myself.” The mirthless laugh which arose! “Ho! ho! You don’t stand a ghost of a show if your description of her is true, for Ned, I imagine she likes a manly sort of a fellow,” said Dot cruelly. It was too bad that this odious girl should come and disturb their t -rangements, just when Ned would have to ask one or the other of them to go to senior ball. “But now, Dottle, you see I don’t want a girl. The feminine temper is too violent and uncertain, and the feminine tongue too caustic for my comfort. I prefer to remain a prize to be caught—ahem! Well, I have got to beat it. So long, girls.” Having delivered his bomb and made the girls quite unhappy, he left. Dot and Kate were thinking very hard, and wondering what was in store. a hr a nka 23 Bess was too angry to be able to think, so she vented her wrath by spluttering, ‘I don’t see why Ned always feels It his painful duty to butt In. It was absolutely necessary for him to come up here and express his thoughts about that “real little beauty” as he calls her. He must think that It will hurt us if he does go with her.” Nan Adams was a timid, good natured little girl. Her parents were poor, and Nan could not dress as well as the other girls. She felt that she was dependent and helpless. Although every student liked her, no one paid very much attention to her. When any one of the girls wanted anything done that was not pleasant, they would ask Nan to do it, for she always did everything any one wished her to do It It was in her power to do it. “Ah, Bess, do not feel so cross at Ned, he was only teasing,” said Nan in her usual good natured voice. “Oh, of course, you undoubtedly know all about it,” snapped Bess. And with that she flounced off into the physical laboratory, where she was to make up some back work. Nan was Just leaving school. She passed to the door of the laboratory and Bess called her In. “Say, Nan, will you give this to Ned? And don’t watt for an answer?” And she handed her a little pink envelope. With a sigh Nan put It into her pocket. She had just started down the stairs when she met Dot, who handed her another dainty little note, with instructions to give it to Ned, and not to let anyone see her give it to him. She flushed. Whatever would people think? But, nevertheless, she took It, Just then Kate called her from tne assembly room door. Say, Nan, dear, won’t you come here a moment, please? Will you give this to Ned? And for pity sakes don’t tell the girls, or let anyone see you give it to him.” Tremblingly she crept downstairs, and was fortunate enough to meet the gentleman just coming up. “I have been asked to give you these,” tumbling the words out in a great hurry. There are no answers.” ‘Just wait a moment, please. Nan.” He stepped back downstairs and drew her into a class room off the lower hall. “I will read them first. It is mighty funny that I should receive three notes all in one evening. Something up. I’ll bet.” He opened one of them and read it with a puzzled little frown on his face; the next, and he smiled; the next, and the smile grew broader. “Say, Nan, do you know anything about these notes?” he asked. “No, I do not,” she trembling replied. “Well, will you meet me in the chemistry laboratory about four o’clock tomorrow after school. Say nothing about it to the girls, and don’t let anyone see you come in if you can help it. I want to tell you a secret.” Ned smiled. In a flutter Bhe promised and then ran home. When school was dismissed the next afternoon, the girls did not gather at tne library table as usual, for their afternoon gossip, but each had something else to do. Nan went to the laboratory a few minutes before four. Ned was waiting for her. “Your hand—quick!” and in a second she was safely hidden in a little room back from the laboratory. ®hp QJnfta But what—I don’t understand, she started. ,hl„7r,Wl “ h Mid. and handed her three notea I don’t thlak tt la wrong of me In this one Instance to show them to yon” This is what she read: hJ'UZ ,he ChfmMry Mora Wnr fifteen tomorrow after o’clock.3 Dot Cl,em'Str5' labora,� tomorrow afternoon at four •I wonder if you eould contrive to be in the chemistry laboratory to morrow at four fifteen? Kate.” iau«iatory to- for at h,m in wfde-eyed horror, but had no time to say anything for at hat moment Bess came Into the laboratory. She looked around’ but Ned was nowhere in sight. A slight frown crossed her forehead My lady has a temper.” whispered a voice in Nan’s ear. ‘ But don’t you think it’s too bad.” she began. “Not at all, you wait.” no. nnZgNeT fa “ a d '00ke,i V''rI' ™rPrlS !', at '“ B« � « 'JGS’ ueSS’ wondering h°w on earth she could get rid of e other. But at that moment Kate came rushing in. She tried hard not to show her disappointment, and said: How did you happen to be here?” Well, replied Dot, “Ned asked me to meet him here.” ‘‘But he asked me.” “And me.” Nan was talking in an agonized whisper to her companion: I csn not stand any more of this. I can not reaily. It is mean of us to listen “Nat half so mean as the way they treated you. Now summon up vour courage, we are going to appear. And to three pretty girls all talking at once there appeared Mr. Ned Richard and a little noLdy, Mi s Nan Adams, arm in arm. an There was a chorus of gasps, then Ned said quietly. “I am delighted to 25 r -br1 « « • � k. me„d gill in high to the senior ball next Friday evening. And thev passed o„t leaving the three girls in perfect amazement. tlbr auka 21 Angelin? £o Chp 'Balefcirturian bg a iluniur NGELINE was a girl who seemed to have that marvelous faculty of being always popular. She had curly hair and a round, cheery facp and brown eyes. There really was nothing handsome about her, in fact, she was rather plain, but she had a personality. He was a short, stocky farmer boy who came to school in a one-horse sulkey and wore freckles and a straw hat. He was anything but handsome and did not even have personality, and his name was just plain John—and hers was Angeline. John never knew just what started it a’.!, but it really began one Friday night. He had been to a “party” (if the social gathering he had attended might be called by that name) and had gone home with Angeline. From this time on things went from bad to worse. John didn’t get up early enough, he was given to talking in his sleep, he worked halfheartedly and with no interest in what he was doing. On this particular Thursday of which I am writing, things had gone wrong with John. He had had to be pulled bodily out of bed to begin with, and when he went to milk he grew absent-minded and put his harness on his mother’s favorite horse. After this had been straightened out he got along better and at six-thirty that night had on his best clothes, ready to escort his youthful sweetheart to the spelling bee at the “corners.” Everything had gone nicely—evidently—for at one o’clock John sat in his room and smiled to himself with great satisfaction. He was tired and sleepy, but happy. He had closed his eyes for a moment, not thinking of sleep, when he heard a sound like the whistling of the wind in a dense forest. Turning to the window, John raised the sash and looked out. At first it was dark and the shapes were very indistinct, but in a little w'hile he could see plainly. He was just a little surprised to see an airship anchored a short distance off. In fact, it was right beside the barn. Strange to say, he was not really alarmed and his leaving for the airship was prompted only by curiosity. From all appearances the airship was just preparing to ascend. He could hear the rattle of chains and the shouts of the men. Suddenly he stopped. What was that? A scream? John’s heart stopped beating. Visions of a round-faced school girl with brown eyes rose before him. He heard the voice again. It was Angellne’s! Cold chills ran up and down his back and held track meets and football games on his shoulders. He must save her! The voice came again. It was from the airship and it was Angeline’s! Angeline’s! John covered the block between the house and the barn in four seconds and arrived on the spot just as the giant bird started its motors and rose 26 $ljr 5oka above the ground. Too late! John sickened at the thought. But what was that? Something was dragging beside him. He grasped it hurriedly and found it to be a huge anchor chain. Some one of the crew had left an anchor loose and John had found it. In a moment the chain tightened and with a rush of air he was lifted far above the earth. John never forgot the first sensation. Tt. was beautiful, and awful. The great ship above him, its dark hulk dimly outlined against the sky, the steady hum of its drivers, the ceaseless throb of the motors, never brokeu except by the calm voice of the captain as ho gave his orders, the lightning changes of the giant searchlights—and all unconscious of him hanging below like a spider on a thread. Suddenly he felt a tremor. He knew what it meant in an instant. The anchor had been discovered and the crew were pulling it up. John was happy. Every moment brought him nearer Angeline. When he was directly under the ship, he felt the crew give a mighty heave and then he was lifted bodily over the side. His arrival on board created a real sensation, to say the least. The crew stared at him as though he were some strange animal. But the captain didn’t. He gripped John by the throat and threw him over backward into a stateroom and locked the door. Luckily, there was a light in the room and John could see plainly. The room was nicely furnished and at one end was a set of huge tanks. These were connected by tubing to a common valve and on examination he found that they contained hydrogen. Evidently the ship had a mechanical apparatus for supplying air. John was not interested in that. He wanted Angeline. Was she alive? Were they carrying her off? He pounded on the door and could get no answer. He beat his hands to a pulp on the hard steel walls, but to no avail. For hours the distracted boy sat looking through the plate glass windows into space. The monotony was killing him. Nothing but that never-ending hum of the motors, the onward rush of the ship so far above the earth, so far from everything. Once he felt a violent pitching of the ship, the sudden shifting of the planes, and once more It was quiet. John was crazed. What could he do? He sat upon the floor and formed plan after plan to escape, yet each was broken in succession. Unconsciously his lips moved and he whispered the name of Angeline. Where was she? Some one came in. John did not even look up. The intruder shook the boy roughly. “What do you want?” he yelled sharply in John’s ear. “Angeline,” called John softly, “Angeline.” Here some of the crew entered and they pulled the heartbroken boy to his feet. “How’d you get on that anchor?” asked one rudely. “Angeline, Angeline,” called John, thinking only of the dear one who loved him. “Crazy, I guess,” said the captain. He was a hard man of the world, this captain. He was of another sphere than John’s. He knew not the higher life and the course of true love. Just then one of the crew came in dragging a rope. “Angeline,” murmured John. CEhr Snka 27 'No! said the sailor shortly, putting the rope over John's neck. Fish-line. Then they dragged him out of the room and onto the cool deck. They tied one end of the rope to the railing and in spite of the boy’s struggles, lifted him to the rail. John thought his hour had come. He thought of Angeline and called her dear name in agony. But the crew were not decided. Upon second consideration they took off the rope and untied it from the railing. John's hopes rose. Were they to set him free at last? But hardly had the thought passed through John's mind when he received a shove in the back of the neck and he went over backward into space. The first sensation was awful. John knew he was falling to certain death. He had seen the stars and the moon from the airship and he knew that the earth must be at least a thousand miles off. Down, down, down he went. In agony the boy called for friends, mother, Angeline. Everyone had deserted him. What was that staring him in the face? It was Angeline. She was calling to him. Yes! Angeline, I am coming! Yes. Angeline, my love, Angeline!” Some one seemed choking him. Angeline!” John awoke. At first he was bewildered, dazed. Then he realized what had happened. His father and mother were standing over him, amazed. The room looked as though it had been through two or three cyclones and a war. The bedclothes were scattered over everything. The pictures were torn from the walls and the dresser lay face down upon the floor, the mirror in a thousand pieces. John sat with his back to the wall and his feet upon a chair. His clothes were torn and wrinkled. His collar was lying in the middle of the floor. John’s mother was clinging to his father and trembling from head to foot. John’s father was stern indeed. John Washington Williams,” he began, what is the meaning of this? Who Is Angeline?” No answer. Young man,” the irate father continued, lifting John to his feet, “I wish to see you in the kitchen.” Father,” his wife spoke, It’s two o’clock.” I don’t care if it is,” snapped her husband. Let us draw the curtain of charity over the rest of this painful scene. 24 tEhr (Euka Published Monthly by Associated Students of the Grants Pass High School Entered at the Post Office at Grants Pass, Oregon as Second Class matter Volume III. Grants Pass, Oregon, June 1910. No. 8. STAFF Editor-in-Chief Associate Editors Faculty Advisor - Emma Loughridge { Louise Birdsall ) De Ette Tetherow Edith C. Kuney ASSOCIATE EDITORS Literary - - - Roubaix Richey Assistants : James Groves, Winifred Paddock Athletics - Arthur Newell Social - Marion Clarke Locals - Marie Fall in Exchange ... Ierne Ahern Court of Foolishness - - Merle Niday BUSINESS STAFF Business Manager - Clark Morey Asssitant - - - Geery McCracken Booster - - - Errol Gilkey THE TOKA STAFF Roubaix L. l.ichcy Louise B rdsall De Ette Tetherow Emma Loutthridge Clark Morey Geery McCracken Ierne Ahern THE TOKA STAFF Marion Clarke Arthur Newell .James Groves Errol Gilkey Winnifred Paddock Marie Tallin Vernon Niday ahr Snha 29 This Number of the Toka The Toka staff offers to its readers the June issue of our publication, which might be termed our Annual for the school year. We hope that this issue will be well received, as we have put forth our best efforts and with the support of our many friends have endeavored to render a good showing in our last edition. Our readers will doubtless note the marked improvement over previous Issues, both in size and quality, and the features in general, and we wish to say that it is our intention to continue this improvement from month to month and year to year. Next year, with a new high school building, added experience and a larger number of students, we will be capable of greater things; but we are not ashamed of our showing for the past nine months, though we have been hampered in some ways. From the first The Toka has shown a slow' but steady growth upward toward perfection, both from an artistic and literary point of view, and while we do not claim to have gained perfection, we are encouraged by the progress made in that direction. As the road to success lies in never being satisfied, we do not intend to fold our hands and remain in idle admiration of ourselves, but for the time we are glad of what we have attained and take pleasure in offering this edition to our readers. As we go to press for the last issue of this season our thoughts very naturally center to some extent on the new school building, the plans of which are now about completed. Our Interest is very keen to know' the answer to the question, “What will it be like?” It is in reply to this often repeated question that this article is written at this time to give, in a general way, something of the plans of the proposed building. The High School The building in general will be rather of Grecian type of architecture, with flat roof, wide cornice, with pillar effect and portico entrances in front and at either side. This type of building situated on the knoll of the tract secured for the high school will make a very imposing and handsome sight, as viewed from across the wide, sloping campus to the front. It is planned that the outside shall be of red pressed brick wdth trimming columns, and pilasters of white pressed brick. In the basement, besides the toilets and heating and ventilating plant will also be physical and chemical laboratories, manual training room, separate lunch rooms for boys and girls, gymnasium, shower baths and dressing rooms. The floor of the basement will be of cement except the gymnasium, and that will be floored with hard maple. The gymnasium will be amply large for basket ball, and also have sufficient space for seats for spectators. These seats will be arranged on Inclined floor; the basketball court will have a height of 15 feet, and will be 60 feet long by 40 feet wide. The shower baths will be connected with the heating system, and will be provided with hot water at no extra cost. The entire building will be heated and ventilated by the so-called “Indirect steam” system, the hot air fans being driven by means of electric motor, which also will secure the best ventilation possible. 3D $hr ®nka The main entrance to the building leads into a spacious octagon hall. Leading off from this octagon hall are the corridors and doors to the ten recitation rooms located on this, the main floor. The superintendent’s office will also be located off this hall, and will be provided with a very pretty little ante-room, in which will be an “anxious seat.” It is not given out at this time as to the material to be used for this seat, but doubtless the plan will be not to make it comfortable in the least. We might suggest as a motto to be inland on the arch entrance to this particular room these words: “All ye who enter here are lost.” Our mind recalls somewhere, some place of torrid temperature that was thus so designated. Also on this main floor will be a teachers’ rest room and In which the board of education will hold its meetings in future. On the second floor, which is approached by wide stairways leading off at either end of lower hall, will be the commercial department, domestic science room, library, several recitation rooms and the assembly room. The assembly room will have a seating capacity of 350 single desks, and will thus care for the increase in the enrollment for a number of years. The cloak rooms will be back of the rostrum and separated from it by glass partitions. Thus, if the principal has, as is usually the case, eyes in the back of his head, one may attend to the assembly room and also see what may be going on in the cloak rooms as well. These plans as above outlined are now about complete, and it is thought that actual work on the building will begin about July 1. While we cannot hope to start in the next session with the new high school home, yet we shall look forward to the beginning of the second semester as the beginning of a new and better school life, for with better facilities our high school work will be better. We shall be proud of our new building, with its many conveniences and points of beauty, and we shall endeavor that it shall sustain and even better the good reputation that our school enjoys by reason of the character of the work of its students. Then, with this in view, let us now plan to make the next session the memorable one, not alone for the dedication of the new building but as well for superior and thorough work accomplished therein. The movement for self-government in the Grants Pass high « I school was the outgrowth of general dissatisfaction with the methods of discipline in the high school. The movement was (jovernment not conducted in a disorderly manner, but on the contrary with a calm, quiet manner until it cumulated at the bonfire rally on March 11, at which time the students voted to work for self-government. The faculty were consulted and placed themselves on record as favoring anything which would better the conditions in the high school; and while they doubted the wisdom of establishing self-government, yet they agreed to do all in their power to make it a success. With that assurance the students began operations. A committee, consisting of Hoy Cheshire, Roubaix Richey, Clark Morey, Arthur Newell and Errol Gilkey labored very diligently and with the aid of a model constitution in other places drew up a constitution which was adopted by the student body unanimously on April 4. The different classes elected their senators and the 5hr ankn 31 different appointments were made. No radical changes were made in the high school government since it was so near the end of the year, but those made met with the hearty approval of both faculty and students; and it is the consensus of opinion that self-government has been so far and will continue to be a grand success in Grants Pass high school. Every loyal student of the Grants Pass high school should I read carefully and with a feeling of pride the twenty-five yj pages of advertising included within these covers—pride of Advertiser the fact that our paper is thus recognized so strongly by our business men, and pride in our business men who grasp so broadly the fact that what boosts our schools boosts our town. We feel that jt can safely be said that The Toka has been a success this year. But one other city in Oregon—Portland—has issued an annual the size of ours. Towns of our size, many of them, have no high school paper at all. To whom is this success due? Are the students more brilliant in writing material? No! The merchants are more liberal in supplying the funds without which no high school paper can exist. Many high school papers have been carried along with only a few pages; barely able to exist. Not so with the Toka. Never have we been cramped for funds. The hat of every high school student could well be lifted to the merchants of Grants Pass. How generously they have supported us every student knows, many even carrying ads with us who never thought of advertising in other papers. Was this because they preferred the Toka as an advertising medium? It was because they had the success of The Toka at heart. A few facts concerning the growth of The Toka as a direct result of the above may be of interest. In all, this year, three hundred and eighty-two pages were printed, while the previous year but one hundred and forty were printed. This year the total cost of The Toka was over six hundred dollars, as compared with less than two hundred the year before. To the merchants we wish to say that every cent received in advertising has gone to pay for editing aud printing the paper. These facts are enough to show to whom the success of The Toka cau be attributed. We want it to be a bigger success next year than it has this. The power to do it lies wholly with the students and the advertisers. It lies in the power of the students only in that they will patronize the friends of the high school, as they only should in returning the favors placed upon them. To the next year’s Toka we hope success. To the merchants we are thankful for the favorable comments found in the department, “As Others See Us.” A Word of Thanks what it is. It has been pleasing indeed to find the readiness and willingness with which these people have contributed their valuable services and we are In this, the last issue of The Toka for the school year, we wish to acknowledge our thanks for the many and various aids, helps and boosts which we have received from those who have taken a hearty interest in our publication and which have contributed largely toward making this periodical 32 ahf ilnka sure that without their worthy assistance we could never have realized this greater Toka. To bring about this improvement and development co-operation has been necessary and we have found everyone concerned in the school prompt to respond to our needs, while from without the school has come the aid which has made the publication of a paper possible—the advertising. Perhaps one of the first requisites of publishing a periodical is that the material be properly selected, corrected and placed in order for publication. This is no small task, as one may readily see by glancing at the material contained in this book. However, this task was faithfully performed by our faculty advisor, Miss Edith Carter Kuney, who devoted much time and effort to the work, for which The Toka feels grateful. Following the selection of material the matter must be typewritten preparatory to going to the printer, and we wish to thank Miss McLean, who, with her stenography students, has performed this tedious but necessary work through the whole year. We assure her that her helpfulness is appreciated by the staff especially, and by the school in general, to 'say nothing of our numerous readers. As we consider the success of this issue, due largely to our large display of heading cuts, we feel indebted to Miss Francis Gllfillan, who has so kindly contributed them. Miss Gilfillan’s artistic ability is clearly shown by her work and with such valuable additions to our number of cuts we are sure of attaining success. Doubtless one of the most difficult tasks which confronts the literary editor of a high school paper is that of obtaining stories and other material for his department. It was gratifying, indeed, to find that there were many outside of school who were interested and had the welfare of The Toka at heart. Mr. Dennis H. Stovall, one of Oregon’s leading novelists and literary men, came nobly to our aid, and one of his pleasing humorous sketches has added much to our June issue in the way of literary merit as well as interest. The Toka thanks him for his thoughtfulness and consideration. Last, but not least, in putting out a periodical is the printing. In fact, in considering a publication from an artistic standpoint, it is everything. No matter how Interesting the stories and reading matter in general may be, no matter how rich the booklet may be from a literary standpoint, without good, high-class and artistic printing the effect is lost and the work fails to make an impression with its reader. In a word, all other values are lost if they are not well conveyed to the reader by a pleasing medium. This lies wholly with the man at the press. It is almost needless to say to those who have seen our issues that The Toka has been exceptionally fortunate in this respect. Mr. Proctor, whose work is always of the first rank, has, aside from his usual scrupulous attention to every detail, taken a personal interest in The Toka, and his accomplishments in printing have been a crowning glory to our paper and a source of much pride regarding it. Those of our readers who have an eye to artistic values and the worth of pleasing effects will realize how much this means and The Toka is grateful to Mr. Proctor for his interest. So many have aided us in various waj s that they are almost too numerous to mention in this space limited to editorials, but let them feel that they are not forgotten and that their work has been well received and is appreciated. Among others who have given us their valuable assistance are: ahr anka 33 Prof. R. R. Turner, of thl9 school; Mr. W. B. Sherman, one of the boosters of our city, and the Rev. D. H. Leech, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Church of Grants Pass. Then there are our numerous advertisers. Without them nothing would have been possible. They have cheerfully contributed to the support of The Toka during the past months with their advertiisng, and It certainly speaks well for our city to receive such hearty support. Many high school papers have been hampered and almost reduced to nothing through lack of co-operation of students and business men. But such has not been the case In Grants Pass, for each and every man in business has seemed to realize that Whatever helps our school helps our city, whatever helps our city helps YOU.” Our many pages of advertising has been a source of admiration and much comment In the exchanges of other high schools, and we are indeed proud of the showing that has been made along this line. In closing we wish to extend our hearty thanks to the business men who have made possible a greater Toka. ROUBAIX L. RICHEY. Literary Editor. QJtp ftnnBboy'a Jlbihifluyby Of all the punk guff inspired by gall The limit is this: “I know it all.” The yap that springs it always is A dead one in his line of biz. His head is swelled, his brain is shrunk; The trolley’s broke, his talk is punk. He may be boss but jjou can bet He’ll finish in the junk heap yet; And that’s no dream, take It from me, He’s got his number—twenty-three! The way they play the game today. It’s Mr. Wiseguy draws the pay. No swellhead does; the guys what rise Is them as hustles and gets wise. 34 ah? Jnka I HE response following the announcement “All football candidates out for practice tonight,” and the enthusisam and push with w hich the fellows entered into the practice indicated that there would be something doing in the football line for 1909. The team was out for business, and although no remarkable successes were made, we feel that the team as a whole should be commended for their efforts in behalf of the Blue and White. Starting out with the great handicap of having but two of their players of '08 on the team, under the skillful coaching of Messrs. Turnbull and Bartlett, a team was turned out which was in a large degree successful. In all eight games were played, four regular and four practice. In a practice game before playing Ashland our fellows tied in a score of 0 to 0 with the locals. The first big game was with Ashland High at Ashland, and with considerable doubt as to the outcome the fellowfe went into their first game. Although outweighed, the team put up the scrappiest kind of a game, the line holding the big Ashland backs three times when they had but two yards and the goal to gain. In the second half, good gains by Spaulding and Briggs brought the ball to the six yard line, where McCracken carried it over for a touchdown. Final Score: Grants Pass 6, Ashland 0. Medford High, fresh from a victory over Ashland, was the next proposition which the team had to tackle. Both teams having defeated Ashland, it was sure to be a good game, and it was a good one, although we did lose by the close score of 3 to 0. The teams were evenly matched and neither side was able to make a touchdown. We needed a drop kicker and Medford did not. Thus the score. Hill, of Medford, made a fine drop kick from the thirty yard line. Spaulding, captain and half of ’08, was unable to play owing to injuries, and this had much to do with the final result. Two more practice games with the locals were played, in which the high school by playing good football were able to hold their heavier opponents to the games, the first score being 5 to 5, and the second likewise resulting, 5 to 5. Niday and Cheshire received the lion’s share of the honors in these games, 372. G. P. H. S. FOOTBALL TEAM From left to rtjfht: Line men; Groves. K. K.; Welters, H. T.; l iURhridKt1. K. CJ.: Wheeler. C; Newell, L. G; GuninK. L T.: Morey. L E. Backs; Niday. Q; Cheshire. K. H.; SpuMiny. L H.; McCracken. F. B. G. P. H. S. BASKET BALL TEAM From left to rijtht: Upper Row: Cheshire. Capt.: Newell: Wallace. Low Row: Morey: Niday: Spalding. Mgr. dtir Soka 35 Ashland High, considerably strengthened, came to Grants Pass determined to do or die. It turned out to be mostly “do.” Ashcraft, Ashland’s 1 KO-pound fullback raised havoc with our line, making long gains off tackle. Their heavy team slowly forced our team back to within two yards of goal, where they were held for downs. The most spectacular play of the season was then made when Capt. Cheshire, receiving the ball, carried it back for forty yards. The game then see-sawed until near the end of last half, when Ashcraft went through for a touchdown, winning the game for Ashland, 6 to 0. The least said about the Medford game the better. In the face of a driving snow and windstrom our fellows fought stubbornly through the first half. The wind was such that no punting or forward passing could be done by Grants Pass, while Medford could boot the ball the length of the field, thus gaining for them a touchdown. In the second half, through Incompetency of the Medford referee, we were not allowed to change goals, as we should, and as a result had the same great odds to contend with in the second half. Without this handicap the game w'ould probably have been no score, as on several occasions we rushed the ball nearly to their goal line. The Medford team was a gentlemanly bunch and all the discredit should go to the officials. Thus the record of the team of 1909 is shown, and on the whole it was a success. The defeats were close. Much good training was received which will be beneficial in winning from their rivals next year. Most of the players will be back and next season the team is bound to win with the support and loyalty of the whole school. The line-up through the season was as follows: Fullback, McCracken; halves, Cheshire (capt.), Spalding, Reynolds; quarter, Niday; center, Wheeler; guards, Bamfield, Harryman; tackles. Groves, Newell; ends, Morey, Harvey. A ftrtrirui flf iltnm � � HEELER, center, played a steady game throughout the season. J His passes were always accurate, an ability which is invaluable to the success of a team. Bamfield, guard, although new at the game, was always sure to make himself known against his opponent, playing a fine offensive game. Harriman, guard, was one of the gamiest little men on the team, and although light, blocked his man successfully in the games in which he played. Newell, the big blonde tackle, was one of the most conscientious men in the squad and in all his games was strong on blocking punts. Groves, tackle, was at home in almost any position, playing successfully both end and tackle. In all his big games he was pitted against a hard man. but acquitted himself creditably every time. Morey, end, played a hard game, marked by brilliant tackling and good interference on the offense. Playing a better game each succeeding time he is sure to add much to the next year’s team. Harvey, end, light but fast, specialized on forward passes and some of our best gains were made in this way. 36 itip auka Reynolds, half, was successful in open field work and as guard in the earlier part of the season he was an aggressive player. Spaulding, half, during the time that he played made some of our longest gains. He was injured after a long run in the Ashland game and was out for the season; a big loss to the team. McCracken, fullback, was a cool, steady player, making fine forward passes in all the games and also doing all the punting. Many good tackles were included in this plays. Niday, quarter, handled the team like a veteran, and with practice will make one of the best quarters in Southern Oregon. Captain Roy Cheshire needs no comment. Tackle smashes, end runs, brilliant tackling, all were included in his playing. When a good gain was needed Roy was “Johnny on the spot.” His place will be hard to fill. A SPECTATOR. Uaakpl Vail HE High School basket ball team, which was organized somewhat late, ended a season which to any careful observer and true lover of the sport, was entirely a successful one. Although victory did not condescend to take any particular notice of them, the team never lost heart and continued to take a fresh start after each set back. Allowing all the credit due to them in tackling teams which many a better and older team hesitated at, we can but think with them, that considering the lateness of their start and the handicap of losing one of their regular players early in the season, they did remarkably well. After the tryout, the regular team, which consisted of Spalding, Manager Cheshire, Captain Niday, Hull, Wallace; with McCracken, Newell and Morey as subs, began casting around for a game. Not finding any team of their own caliber they had to hook up with the Ashland team under the coaching of Shaw, the crack center of last year’s famous Dallas team, who made such a successful trip east. In this game our boys being not only outclassed in experience, but also in size were simply smothered, the final score being 28 to 29 in favor of Ashland. After taking a long breath and studying for a short space, they decided to tackle the Ashland Preparatory team, a strong aggregation, also under the coaching of Shaw. The Preparatory team had quite a string of victories to their credit and came down with the expectation of an easy game. The game was played one Saturday night and was poorly supported, there being few people from either school or town to encourage the boys. The game started out with Spalding and Cheshire forwards, Wallace center, Niday and Morey guards. Morey taking the place of Hull, who was ill with typnoid fever. At the start it was a walk-over for the boys, and Cheshire and Niday and Wallace began annexing baskets from the tap of the gong. But the Prep team kept working a plan play that seemed to rather confuse our 2� hr auka 37 boys, who had not run up against such efficient coaching and the score was soon reversed with the Preps looking on the bright side of things. Niday had an exceptionally hard man to guard and acquitted himself nobly, holding his man to four baskets while he himself grabbed five. Do it again, Niday. Morey also had a hard man, but owing to inexperience had a hard time for awhile, but in the last half braced up, and a prettier scrap you never saw put up by any player. But again, while the Preps admitted that our boys outplayed them in team work, yet their brisk plays won out and the score at the finish was 28 to 22. Cheshire and Spalding � an not be beaten in any high school team in the state for consistent playing and heady team work, but through lack of practice were unable to locate the basket with any success. The last game of the season was against the locals of Grants Pass, and in this game the team was outweighed but not outclassed, the boys seeming to have a sort of stage fright and letting the locals gain such a lead in the first half that they could not overcome it, although they came within two points of doing so. Wallace, who had been switched from center to forward and his place filled with Newell, played like a wild man the first half and did not locate the basket but twice out of about ten or fifteen tries, but in the last half did some better and the boys almost overtook the locals. The consistent team work of Spalding, Niday and Cheshire kept the hall in our territory most of the last half, while Wallace, who was roosting under the basket and whose eye had improved, began to grab a few. Newell played a good center and had he had more experience there would have been a far different tale to tell, for he will make a fine center with a little coaching. The two Launer boys and Seil did most of the scoring for the locals. The score sheet showed up 31 to 29 in favor of the locals, and after the game a dance was given by the team, which everyone there enjoyed. The music was furnished by Dean’s orchestra. Although we are going to lose some of the old regulars, yet by an earlier start there is fine prospects for a good team next year, and let us remember that athletics always unite us closer together and that better support from the school will make a better team. QJrttttifl ERHAPS one of the most popular athletics in the high school this T. M year was tennis. While nothing was done during the fall, yet early this spring a court was secured near the high school and practice commenced. A good percentage of students took up this branch and a great deal of enjoyment was derived. Under the able coaching of Miss McLean, assisted by Mr. Turnbull, the young tennis enthusiasts learned what “love” games were and when was the proper time to say “duece,” etc. The team chosen to represent the school was Allan Herrick, '11; Marian Clarke, ’ll; and Arthur Newell, ’12. Central Point was the only school with which we could schedule games, and three tournaments 30 31? Saba were held. The first was at Central Point, and we lost points - being 3 to 2. The next was held here and our team took everything—points were 5 to 0. The last game of the season was at Central Point again, and they won out—points 4 to 1. Next year the outlook for tennis is very encouraging. On our new high school campus we will have ample room for at least two courts, and we feel sure that we can turn out a team which will win everything in Southern Oregon. After (Enmmrtirrmftit Dedicated to the Class of 1910 Starting in Life's battle In the month of June, Alma is in the parlor Pounding out a tune. Waging life’s great warfare, Doughtiest of girls. Electa is in the hammock Reading tales of earls. With a noble courage Which we all admire, Zora sits before the mirror And looks at her attire. At the hardest labor Which one would ever do, Lolita sleeps the whole night long, And every morning too. With a stanch, true purpose To make a grand success, Geneva only wants to wear That new commencement dress. Digging at the hardships, Which we all must meet, Roy is surely at it— Strolling down the street. Working hard and faithfully, Striving firm and true, DeEtte is at the milliner’s Getting something new. Like a conquering maiden Of the days gone by, Gladys sits around the house To watch the moments fly. With fortitude and bravery. In morns and afternoons, Genevieve only sits and counts Her new commencement spoons. Struggling like a Trojan, Battling firm and strong, LaCosta spends her time In learning some new song. With courage never failing Evil to put down, Louise reads the fashion plate About the latest gown. Striving ever upwards. With her aims set high, Emma sits upon the lawn With Paul stretched out close by. With a firm endeavor Some hard task to seek, Winifred does the dishes One noon in every week. Fighting life’s hot contest. His purpose never swerves, Errol is on the tennis court Practicing new serves. (Pa is in the office, Toiling like a Turk; Ma is in the kitchen, Doing up the work.) OUR PRESIDENTS ROY V. CHESHIRE First President of the Student Body Under Self-Government geery v. McCracken President Elect of the Student Body QJljf CEnka 39 liuiirttr-(fcrtmtB $Jbbb Orbatr ------N April 29 our glorious, victorious trio met their Waterloo at Eugene, Oregon. The question for debate that evening was: • Resolved, That the state of Oregon should adopt a system of guaranteeing bank deposits,” and the negative was assigned to Grants Pass. The debate was held in the high school auditorium, and was well attended, both by students and outsiders. The Eugene team was composed of Jesse R. Ivellems, Victor P. Morris and Harold Young. While ours was made up of Errol Gilkey, I erne Ahern and Roubaix Richey. From start to finish the debate was lively and snappy, and the Grants Pass people knew from the first that they had run up against a foe worthy of their steel, and it proved later that they were more than worthy. Jesse Kellems, the leader of the Eugene team, certainly had a splendid delivery and a convincing manner which took with the audience, and again in rebuttal he made a splendid impression. He was ably supported by his colleagues, who followed up his line of argument with good, round logic. The Grants Pass team was at its best at this time. The leader, Errol Gilkey, seemed to rise to the occasion and he delivered his speech in a truly convincing manner; but he showed at his best in his rebuttal, which was a marked improvement over any previous effort. Ierne Ahern was the only representative of the fair sex upon the platform, and she certainly did credit to that sex. Her speech was logical, concise and to the point, and delivered in that forceful manner which she uses so successfully. In the last speech Roubaix Richey wound up the argument by proving unconditionally the unconstitutlonallty of state guarantee bank deposits. The speech was well written and equally well delivered and if the judges had not decided that constitutionality should enter into the discussion, this speech would undoubtedly have won the debate. Although the decision was three votes for the affirmative, yet it was by no means a walk-over on the part of Eugene. President Thr unka Campbell, of the University of Oregon, said that he thought the Grants Pass team did even better at this time, than a year ago. when they won the state championship over Pendleton. Our team ran up against a stronger team than they were and they feel that they were fairly beaten, and therefore since Grants Pass can not keep the silver cup. it would rather Eugene had it in preference to any other school. So here’s to Eugene! ihumnaru nf ftfar’a IBurfe in Debating J f 1 the beginning of this school year our outlook in debate was not WjL very Promising. The year before we had won the Htate championship and held the Regent’s cup. but two members of that championship team had graduated. leaving only one member who had had any experience In debating. It seemed at first that there was not even any material to pick from, but as the preliminary work progressed under the instruction of Miss Barker, material began to show up better, until in the final preliminary the team was chosen—Errol Gilkey. Ierne Ahern and Roubaix Richey. Their first debate was with Klamath Falls on the question postal savings banks. Grants Pass upheld the affirmative and won an unanimous decision. The next debate was with the Roseburg high school on the same question. Again Grants Pass won an unanimous decision This gave Grants Pass the championship of Southern Oregon, and a debate was scheduled with Bandon representing the Coos Bay district, but when the Bnndon team found what it had to run up against it withdrew, thus Grants Pass won again, by default. For this debate Grants Pass had worked up the affirmative of guaranteed bank deposits, but now it was obliged to shift to the negative for the debate with Eugene. This came off April 2d and Grants Pass was defeated, as is told elsewhere. Thus while Giants Pass did not get as high position in the state as last, yet it made a very creditable showing, and one of which the school may well be proud. One thing which hindered the debating work somewhat this year was the lack of sympathy and interest in the debating work by some of the members of the faculty. We feel that with the changes in the faculty for next year combined with the fact that two members of this year’s team will still be with us, we have very bright prospects of securing the silver cup next rear for the second time. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust, If bluffing don't win for us. Cramming must. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. If craming don’t win for us, Ponies must. Toha 41 Alpha IKappa HR Alpha Kappa fraternity, though only having been in existence since September last and containing but fifteen members, has already won a place for itself among the active organizations of the high school. Besides being a boys’ social club, it has also constituted a boosters’ organization for the promotion of high school activities and has proven a great success along this line. With extensive club rooms and active members it has caused a widespread influence to be felt and has done much toward the development of athletics and the promotion of school spirit in general. The February Toka, one of the largest and best Issues of the year, was put out by the Alpha Kappa boys, and is a fair sample of what they can do. Although high school fraternities are not generally held in good repute, it is safe to say that the influence and work brought about by the boys of this society has always been for the best interests, not only of their own especial club and for themselves, but for the upbuilding of the school and the betterment of students In general. Among their ranks are numbered ten members of the football team, five members of the basket ball team, one member in both the first and second debating teams, five members of the senate, besides being well represented in tennis, class organizations and other activities, while the president and many other officers of the student body are of their number. The Alpha Kappa, or Amnos Kukloi, took an active part in the establishment of self-government, and it was mainly through their effort and activity that It was brought about and made such a glorious success. Wherever there has been need of hard work and development the fraternity has been found in the vanguard, represented both individually and as a society. The activities of the organization have not been along the lines of work entirely, however, for they have given much attention to the 42 (Elfr (Inka social side of school life. There have been numerous banquets and balls given under the auspices of this club, while their reception to lady friends given last December was one of the swellest affairs in the history of the school. The Amnos boys organized on the sixteenth of last September, numbering ten members, which soon increased to fifteen members. Roubaix Richey was elected the first president of the society, and for the second semester Roy Cheshire, who was also president of the student body, was elected to this office. With so much good work accomplished the boys are looking forward to a greater, better and more widely influential Alpha Kappa fraternity for the coming school year. The names of the members of the organization are as follows: Roy Cheshire, Roubaix Richey, Murrel NIday, C� eery McCracken, Arthur Newell, Elmer Spalding, Elbert Harvey, Elton Briggs. Linn Shrader, James Groves. Clark Morey, Carl Hull, Irwin Lewis, Ernest Banfiled, Harold Offins. • ' O cut or not to cut, that is the question £ J Which perchance has been by some poor dubs discussed To make your “get-away” without investigation And keep Sir Turner (O happy day!) from getting fussed. The day without perhaps is bright with sunshine, Within no sunshine dares intrude. Alas, It is only a few short days till ex. time— ’Mid shady leaves, outside the birds sing in the wood. Perhaps it is to be a case of canning, May be a call on your dad he’ll say. And dad, dear dad, is sometimes with a shingle planning, To correct you of the error of your way. But away! To the four winds of the earth, O caution! Sir Turner’s wrath, and the governor’s ire we’ll defy. In the aftermath we’ll meet in consolation. But now to the river’s banks mid leafy trees we’ll hie. LAMENT. And he cut, cut, cut! So he crammed, crammed, crammed! But he flunked, flunked, flunked! O, this cutting be—(omitted by mistake of printer). —C. M , ’ll. (511 (5nka 43 Notice—The high school library will be open during the summer on Fridays, between the hours of 4 and 5 p. m.; Marie Fallin and Beatrice Webb will act as librarians. On Friday evening, May 27, Miss Edith Carter Kuney, who during the past nine months occupied the chair of German and mathematics in the Grants Pass high school, left for her home in Salem. She was escorted to the train by a large assemblage of students, who came to say farewell to their esteemed instructor. At the depot a pleasant surprise awaited her in the form of a telegram informing her of her election to the chair of German at the Oregon Agricultural college at Corvallis. Her reputation as a teacher of the language being so well known, she was accepted without any recommendations being required. It will doubtless be a great pleasure to her to return to college life and she will likely have ample time to enjoy the various pleasant features, as she will have classes but three days during the week. Although teaching but nine months in the college she will draw her salary for the entire twelve months, which salary is an increase of twenty-five dollars over what she was receiving in the Grants Pass high school. Miss Kuney, who is a graduate of Willamette University of Salem, besides being efficient as a teacher, endeared herself to the students of this institution by her pleasing manner, kindly consideration and her devotion to anything and everj’thing which added to the upbuilding and plea-ure of school life. Her work as faculty advisor of The Toka was especially appreciated. The students of this institution regret very much their loss by her departure, but they feel that their loss is her gain and in her new position they wish her the greatest success. £roUir Rmjitiun tu tty 3iutuirfl EMBBRS of the senior class of the Grants Pass high school gave a (11 picnic in honor of the juniors Thursday evening in the pretty ” grove just above the White Rocks. Sixteen jolly young people, laden with lunch baskets and accompanied by three chaperones, Misses Christie McLean, Edith Kuney and Prof. Turnbull, left the city for the designated spot about 7 o’clock and spent several hours enjoying all the sports of outdoor life. An appetizing lunch was spread, coffee was made over the camp fire and the evening was voted an exceptionally pleasant one, the juniors feeling very grateful to the seniors for the entertainment on their behalf, while the entertainers themselves felt well repaid for their efforts.—Rogue River Courier. Ehp 3unuir Umptimt - HE swellest event in the annals of the Grants Pass high school was the reception tendered to the senior class -by the Class of Nineteen Eleven. It was in the form of a formal banquet given in the Guild hall on the evening of May 31. The guests came at nine o’clock and were formally received by their hosts and hostesses, who entertained then in conversation until the hour of ten, when they seated themselves at a sumptuous three-course banquet. The repast was made pleasant by fine music, which was furnished by the Grants Pass orchestra. When coffee was served at the close of the third course, Roubaix Richey, acting as toastmaster of the evening, called upon Clark Morey to speak, w'ho as president of the junior class gave an address to the seniors, to which Errol Gilkey, president of the latter class, replied. Roy Cheshire then addressed the faculty, to which a pleasing reply was made by Prof. R. R. Turner. Others of the assemblage were called upon and those present were favored by remarks from Miss McLean and Mr. Turnbull, as representing the faculty; Misses Louise Birdsall, DeEtte Tetherow and Alma Wolke, of the senior class, and Messrs. Allen Herrick and Geery McCracken, of the ’ll class. On High School debating team, 1907-8; 1908-9; 1909-10. Toka staff, 1907-8; 1908-9; 1909-10. Vlce-pres. of class, 1908-9. Vire-pres. and pres, of student body, 1908. Sec’y of student body, 1909. Pres, of class, 1909-10. Pres. of debating society, 1 909-1 0. Mgr. tennis assn., 1909-10. In class play, 1910. Senator from senior class, 1910. Valedictorian. Louise liirdsnll— Toka staff, 1907-8. Entered this class September, 1909. Class secretary, 1909-10. Ass't editor Toka, 1910. Salutation of class. IteEtte Tothorow— Entered this high school September, 1908. Vice-pres. and pres, of class, 1908-9. Ass’t editor of Toka. 1910. In class play, 1910. Zora Perry Secretary of class, 1907-8. Chairman junior social committee, 1 908-9. Vice-pres. Xenophonian society, 1 908-9. Class historian, 1910. class, 1907-8; Roy Cheshire— Vice-pres. of 1909-10. Captain High School football team, 1909. Captain High School basket ball team, 1910. Pres, of Alpha Kappa, 1909-10. Vice-pres. debating society, 1909-10. Pres, of student body, 1910. On constitutional committee, 1910. till Costa Mangum— Sergeant-at-arms. 1 908-9. On Toka staff. 1908-9. Student body social committee, 1908-9. In class play, 1910. Genevieve Pnttillo— Captain girls’ basket ball team, 1 907-8. Sec’y and treasurer Xenophon-ian society, 1 908-9. Entered this class September, 1 909. In class play, 1910. Winnifred Paddock— Literary assistant, 1908-9. Toka staff artist, 1 908-9. Pres, of L. M. society, 190S-9. Toka staff, 1 909-10. Substitute teacher, 1910. Hire ta Chapman— Member of social 1908-9. committee, Member of 2nd debating team, 1908-9; 1909-10. On senior invitation committee, 1910. In class play, 1910. Alma Wolke— High school pianist, 1907-9. Chairman student body social committee, 1907-8. Treasurer of class, 190S-9. Cleneva Myers— Exchange editor, 1907-8; 1908-9. Class secretary, 1908-9. Senior reporter, 1 909-10. Vice-pres. student body, 1 909. Class poet, 1910. Lolita Woodcock—- Entered this high school September, 1909. Class treasurer, 1909-10. Wrote class will, 1910. ( lit lys Archer— Wrote prophecy for senior class, 1 909. Received medal in declamatory contest, 1910. In class play, 1910; Toka staff, 1909. Knimi l,oit”l� i'i� li « — Received medal in declamatory contest, 1909. On second team of basket ball, 1907-8. Senator from senior class, 1910. Editor-in-chief of Toka 1909-10. 45 Coka (Glass ©ay txprriflPB ONE of the moat interesting and successful class day programs ever given In this city was presented by the senior class in the opera house on May 23. It passed off without one break and was so varied that it was not tiresome in the least. The musical numbers were under the direction of MIbs Chapman, and a great deal of credit is due her untiring efforts. The different parts were well prepared and well delivered. Some of them were very clever, espcially the prophecy by Francis Oilflllan and the response to the address of welcome by Helen Love. The following was the programme as given: 1. Chorus—“My Lady Spring”.......................................Hosmer Gertrude Parker, Birdie Clemo, Geneva Myers, Ruth Smith, Mildred Churchill, Geraldine Lewis 2. Salutatory ......................................Juvenile Courts Louise Birdsall 3. Oration—“The relation of Taxation to the Great Revolutions ....—. Emma Loughridge 4. Piano Solo— Gigue Bretonne .................................Bachmann Alma Wolke 5. Class History...................................................Zora Perry 6. Class Poem..............................................Geneva Myers 7. Quartet—“Night” .............................................. Surdo LaCosta Mangum, Allan Herrick, Genevieve Pattillo, Errol Gilkey 8. Address of Welcome to Eighth Grade..............Herald Doxsee, ’13 9, Response.........................................Helen Love, ’14 10. Vocal Solo— Yellow Roses”...................................Watson Genevieve Pattillo 11. Oration—“National Conservation”................Winifred Paddock 12. Prophecy..................................Francis Gilfillan, ’12 13. Vocal Solo—“W’hen Night Falls, Dear”.........................Welch LaCosta Mangum 14. Valedictory—“Our Motto”...................Address to Junior Class Errol Gilkey 15. Response....................................Roubaix Richey, ’ll 16. Class Will......................................Lolita Woodcock 17. Chorus—“Merry June” .........................................Vincent Beatrice Webb, Jeannette Cramer, Violet Clemo, Irene Kendall, Marguerite Cleveland, Ethel MeCallister, Audrey Best, Elizabeth Davis, Annis McCann, Pauline Coe Shp Pitinr ClaaB Ilian iSMERALDA, the play given by the senior class on May 20, was a de-§■1 cided success in every way. Although it was rather heavy for a high school play, yet it was carried out in a very creditable manner, and was declared by all who heard it as one of the best productions ever given by local talent in this city. A great deal of credit was due Mrs. Laura Thomas Gunnell, who labored unceasingly with the seniors and who showed especial skill in selecting characters for the different parts. The cast was as follows: 46 $lff anka Mr. Elbert Rogers, a North Carolina tanuer...;........Roy Cheshire Mrs. Lydia Ann Rogers, his wife.........................Genevieve Pattlllo Miss Esmeralda Rogers, his daughter.......................LaCosta Mangum Dave Hardy, a young North Carolinian.........Geery McCracken, ’ll Mr. Estabrook, a man of leisure......................Errol Gilkey Mr. Jack Desmond, an American artist in Paris.....Mack Tuffs, ’ll Miss Nora Desmond, his sister.......................Gladys Archer Miss Kate Desmond, his sister....................DeEtte Tetherow Marquis De Montessin, a French adventurer....Roubaix Richey, ’ll George Drew, an American speculator.............Allan Herrick, ’ll Sophie, a maid...................................Electa Chapman Each one was suited exactly to his or her part. Roy Cheshire in the role of the henpecked farmer could not have done better, and time and again the house wras brought down by some of his quaint remarks, like ‘standin’ up agin mother ; and Genevieve Pattillo acted the part of mother” in a very realistic and praisewortny manner. I aCosta Mangum as Esmeralda had a very difficult part, but she did equally well, whether as a country maid in North Carolina, or as a society belle in Paris. The part of her lover, Dave Hardy, was acted in a very taking manner by Geery McCracken, who certainly felt the part he was acting. The part of Estabrook, the man of leisure, the man with the artistic temperament, was performed by Errol Gilkey, and in all of his scenes, especially the love scenes, he conducted himself with such ease that he seemed to be entirely at home. The part of Desmond, the artist in Paris, could not have been given as well by anyone as Mack Tuffs—the part seemed to fit exactly. One of the stars of the evening was certainly Gladys Archer, acting the part of Nora Desmond. Her spontaneity and vivacity just captivated the audience. The part of her sister, Kate, was no easy part to perform, but DeEtte Tetherow, by putting herself into it, made the part stand out. Probably the most realistic character of all was that of the Marquis as acted by Roubaix Richey. The audience could not help but feel that it was the real marquis—that ‘ reptile”—who was talking when he was on the stage. The task of introducing tue play and creating the atmosphere was performed very successfully by Allan Herrick, who as George Drew was the hard-headed, practical business man. One of the minor parts, and yet the none the less important, was that of the maid, and Miss Electa Chapman played the part perfectly, her dainty costume helping especially. Altogether, the play was a tribute to the senior class, and to the junior boys who so willingly assisted. It was such a success that in response to tne demand from the public, It was repeated on June 1, to an equally large and appreciative audience. Varralaurratr rrmrr , HE Baccalaureate service was held in the Newman Methodist Epis-f copal church on Sunday evening. May 22. The senior class and faculty met at the high school and marched in a body to the church, where special seats had been reserved for them. Rev. D. H. Leech officiated, assisted by the other pastors of the city. The commencement sermon was delivered by Rev. Frederick Bartlett, of St. Luke’s church. The subject was “Courage,” and it was very helpful and inspiring. 3Iljr CEnka 4f (Unmmpnrpmpnt Nigift mr HE final commencement exercises of the Class of 1810 were given in the opera house Tuesday evening, May 27. Musical numbers were furnished by Prof W. P. Fields and Edward 8. VanDyke. The address of the evening was given by the Rt. Rev. Chas. Scadding, bishop of Oregon. He touched upon the appropriateness of the motto selected by the class, Root hog or die,” though he preferred the sound In the Spanish ' Cava puerco o’ muere.” It was a masterly address and appreciated by all. Then came the presentation of the diplomas by R. W. Clark. These exercises were the last of the sad rites held in honor of the departed seniors, and the floral offerings showed the high respect in which they were held by their many friends who are left to mourn. (Eljrff (0'(£lurk JJlmi JFnurtrwt £milu Hijiialfl (tfhtr un npHHuiE o'clock and crowing roosters; Ding, ding, and out jump boosters. Sleepy eyes and naughty words; Lemon juice and racket heard. Dressed at last, no primping done; arkness, darkness, not alone. City cop and funny looks; Afraid of life, and so talks “Books.” Blocks and blocks and one block more; Wolkia’s house and feet all sore. Coffee, fun and sleepy kids;; 8wollen eyes and tousley heads. Guest of honor, Miss Comet; Great Apollo don’t permit. Tin cups, spoons and weinerwurst; Ham and eggs and skillet first. Destination, happy folks, Drop the baskets, arms most broke. Boys plus sticks plus paper, too, And a match makes blazes blue. Girls and coffee, ham and buns; Consequence—breakfast done. Sand and sand plus one grain more; Grits and grits till mouth is sore. Boys and eggs and mischievousness; Consequence—eggs—such a mess. Breakfast finished, nothing lacks; Little feet make homeward tracks. Came to Park, finds teeters, swings; Happy bunch, makes things ring. Teeters, strawberries, swings and eggs; “Oh! Let’s go home,” the youngsters beg. Halley’s comet, plus seventy-five years, Equals no more picnics, dears. 4B 3Jhr (Iaka OUR EDITOR-IN-CHIEF. (The above was awarded first prize as the biggest josh yet heard of.) A FEW MOMENTS WITH THE LITERARY EDITOR. “Hitting High Spots on the Turnpike, or the Autobiography of a Speed Maniac” by that eminent Knight of the Spark plug, Mr. Rex Tuffs. Joy rides and picturesque expressions of luminous lights of the Speed Demons are all described within its quaint covers. . “Life Behind the Footlights,” or “The Lure of an Actor’s Life,” by Standin’ up Agin Mother” Cheshire. Choice selections, describing the joys of rehearsal. “Publishing a Periodical, or an Expose of Yellow Journalism,” by Clark Morey. An alarming book, exposing how some papers are edited (or aren’t edited). Guaranteed to make your hair sizzle. “Work and Win, or Bluffing Scientifically,” by Roubaix Richey. Tells how to bamboozle the faculty and to be a wise guy without knowing much. “How I Stood up Agin Mother,” a story of how domestic felicity received a death-dealing blow in the Dying Gasp. Sells like weinerwursts on a sausage wagon. By LaCosta Mangum. “The Secondobile,” a description of this new racing machine which has made the automobile look like a mud scow in a boat race, by its inventor, Merle Caldwell. Tells how she received the inspiration by trying to talk faster than a phonograph, running in high gear with the throttle open. Alma Wolke announces the sale of her beautiful little skit, “A Happy Little Home on the Hillside.” It is a serio-comic little drama in four spasms. dije Uioka 49 ffigh grtjoiil A wnturpa Raman; Erring tJp (Eomft EERY and Vernon Basler were going to get up early that morning and see Halley’s comet. So they set the alarm for 3:30 a. m. If they had been girls or women they would have set It for 2 a. m. so as to be sure to have plenty of time to dress and get ready; but boys, and junior boys especially, are not like females, as they can climb into their clothes in a few minutes. When the alarm aroused them, Oeery stopped its ringing at once, because they didn’t wish to inform everyone in the house that they were getting up at that time of night. Then they both rolled out of bed and began dressing in the dark for the same reason. Everything went nicely until Geery got Vernon’s trousers and Vernon got Geery’s. Vernon had no trouble getting into Geery’s trousers, for he fell in over his head; but when once inside he lost his way and couldn’t find a hole to crawl out of. So he tumbled around on the floor a while, trying to get out, until he had so wrapped himself up and rolled under the bed, almost smothered. In the meanwhile Geery was having more trouble than a married man. He succeeded in forcing one of his toes into one of the pockets of Vernon’s trousers; and then tried to cram the other in with it. Although that pocket was stronger when Geery’s toes were in it than it ever was before, still no pocket, however strong, could stand the powerful strain, and Vernon’s trousers lost a pocket. When the cloth ripped. Geery tried to stand on one ear on the floor. That wouldn’t do. so he came down on his back. Just then Geery’s hand touched his own trousers. He pulled them from under the bed, and lifted one end high above the floor, and Vernon fell out of the other end into the wash bowl. He turned over the pitcher, too, and Geery, Vernon and the trousers of both each got an abundant supply of the water. Geery was getting angry. “What do you think I am?” he asked. “An apple orchard that needs irrigating?” Vernon retorted: “No! You grow enough without irrigating, but what do you think I am? A canal boat or a life preserver?” “You look more like a last year’s 50 QIljp 2 «ka watermelon In a mud puddle than anything else, was the quick reply, but if irrigating is what you need, then I have just started you on the way of a good growth.” Then Geery turned on the light. Vernon, thinking he had had the worst of it so far, raised Geery’s trousers from the floor and threw them out of the window to get even. Geery didn’t think that was right, so he threw Vernon out of the window after the trousers. Then Geery wrapped a sheet around himself and went out of the door and started around the house, where he thought he could get a view of the comet. When Vernon had picked himself up from the ground, he climbed back into the room through the window to get at Geery. Not finding him, he wrapped a sheet around himself and departed by the same way he had entered. He thought he would be able to see the comet from the other side of the house, so he started around. They met on the corner. Each thought the other white figure was a ghost. Neither had a liking for spooks, so they turned and fled In opposite directions. Geery rushed in the door just as Vernon tumbled through the window, Er-r-r-r where you been, you big, long-legged stiff?” exclaimed Vernon, still trembling with fright. Geery’s teeth were also chattering—but from cold, not fear. He replied: “Oh-a-a-I started out to see the comet, but came back to get a blanket; this sheet is too cold. Why did you come back you hamraered-down, sawed-off, knock-kneed, bow-legged shrimp?” “Hy-a-a-a-1 came back to look for you, you big zob,” retorted Vernon. “Shut up and come on, if we’re going to see that comet; it’s half past four now,” said Geery, and started to go. They hastened outside into the garden. Each thought as he walked along that it would be worth all their trouble after all to see Halley’s wonderful comet. Perhaps it would not come again in a lifetime, and they did not regret that they had aroused themselves so early. The trees in the garden hid the sky from view, so they walked out into the street. They looked up at the sky to see the comet. The blue sky was there alright, but the comet was not there. It had disappeared from view, for the dawn was now approaching. lafit Hrrttatimt of tljr (famr (ClaaB -nrrwE were a careworn bunch as we walked slowly into the class room for the last recitation on Caesar.” “If poor Caesar had as hard a time making that speech to his soldiers as I did translating it, it’s a wonder he didn’t die younger than he did,” ventured Paul. “I am not surprised,” said Merle, “that the conspirators did kill him; if I had been there, I would have taken a cut at him myself.” “What beats me,” said Thomas, is why they dldnt’ kill him before he wrote the Gallic Wars; then we would have escaped all this misery.” Just then Miss Newton, our beloved teacher, tripped into the room with a happy smile on her face (I always wondered why she could smile when others were in agony) and put an end to the conversation. “You may begin the review, Audrey,” she said pleasantly. Audrey ilhr duka 51 gave a quick start and turned | ale as a ghost, but soon recovered herself and sprang from her seat, book in hand, determined to do her best. She proceeded cautiously, taking it word for word, clinging desperately to her task It was long drawn and bitter, but finally she reached the end of the paragraph. She heaved a great sigh of relief, and sank half-exhausted down into her seat. ‘You may go on from there, Wilma,” said Miss Newton, still wearing that radiant smile. Wilma made a brave attempt and had advanced nearly half-way when she encountered an unusually hard passage. She stumbled on one of those “jaw-breakers,” and was on the point of throwing down her book when Miss Newton said encouragingly, “Go on, you’re doing nicely.” With that Wilma rallied and making another determined assault, penetrated far into the lines. But just on the point of victory, she met an impassible barrier and was forced to give up in despair. Paul was next. Then came Beatrice, then Cora, then Annus, and then ornas; and all met the same awful fate. The rest of us by this time were almost on the verge of nervous collapse, from the terrible strain of waiting in a fever of excitement and witnessing the suffering of our fellow classmates, and each at the same time fearing to be the next one called upoq to recite. At this point MIbb Newton, still smiling, said: “You may go ou from there, Evelyn.” That young lady, with trembling lips and feverish brow, took up the fatal task. She had a hard piece to conquer. Time and again she was at the point of failure, but each time she triumphed and braved the perils to the very end. She succeeded, but at the cost of her noble mind, for ever after that her mind seemed to wander. She continually talked of “white-winged angels,” of beautiful valley, of Gallic cniefs, of palaces of gold, and of lovely swans. Merle was called upon next. She alone was cool-headed. She kept her nerve through it all. Brave as a lion, she took her stand, determined to conquer or die in the attempt. Calmly and deliberately she advanced into the hopeless tangle. We were reassured by her commanding and majestic presence. But not even the unmatched, unflinching courage of Merle could carry her through that awful jungle of words and idioms. She made a grand attempt, a grander failure. Still self-composed, she sat down, quietly and coolly. Fearing to be called next, I held my breath in terrible suspense, while the awful seconds dragged by. At last our kind teacher, with that encouraging smile asked Marit to continue the translation. Marie was just as brave as Merle, but nervout and passionate. She was quivering and trembling in every limb, but th light of battle shone in her eyes. She placed both feet firmly upon th floor, grasped her book tightly in both hands, stood erect, with shoulder: thrown back, teeth set, and her face as white as a sheet. She looked lik-a soldier just about to be shot as a spy, determined to die game. Like true heroine she plunged iuto the fray. But her frail constitution coub 52 (Tip not endure the awful strain. She had gone only a little distance when she fell upon her desk and gave vent to her pent-up feelings in a passionate outburst of tears. She cried pitifully, the hot tears streaming down her feverish cheeks. I felt sorry for the poor little creature, for she sobbed as if her very heart would break. I was the only one now who had not recited. Miss Newton looked at me and grinned sweetly, and I knew ray time had come. My chest was heaving and my breath coming in short gasps. It seemed as though I could not bear the terrible torture. There was just one last hope. The bell might ring and relieve me of my distress. For one awful second I listened for the bell. Alas, it did not ring! You may finish the lesson, Alfred, ’ said Miss Newton pleasantly. My fate was at hand. I looked longingly out of the window. All was beautiful out there. The warm spring sun shone with a soft luster on the maple shade trees, on the green hedges, on the beautiful roses and on the wild daisies in the green fields. I wondered if I would ever rest my eyes on that delightful scene again. I thought of ‘home and mother.” I wondered if I would ever see them again. My short time of meditation was ended by Merle as she whispered, ‘Never say die.” With that 1 leaped to my feet, and raised my book before me. I wouldn’t give up. I could be as brave as any of them. I looked at the first sentence and began to read, but the sound of my voice scared me. It was dry and harsh, and seemed so faint and far away. I braced up and tried a second time. But the words and sentences seemed to shift and swim in space before my eyes. I felt very weak and my knees began to tremble. Then everything turned black, and I knew no more. When I awoke I was lying on the floor, and all were gathered around me. Miss Newton was bending over me and smiling. ‘‘Do you feel better now; can I do anything for you?” she asked in her kindest tones. “Oh, no, no! Just leave me alone and let me die in peace,” I begged. But just as I uttered the last words the bell announcing the end of the period rang joyously. 1 was on my feet in an instant, shaking hands with the boys, and we were all yelling and laughing gleefully, while the girls wept with joy. Then we all rushed for the door. Miss Newton, still smiling pleasantly, was the last to leave the room. AlUit’a Aitantturra J y l-l-EX was walking along briskly one evening. His shoes had on y | an extra shine, and could be easily seen shining even in the ga-' therlng darkness. A new white collar supported his chin and raised his ears higher than their natural position, as a white-washed fence would support a jack-o-lantern. A flashy silk necktie fluttered in the twilight. His hands were in his pockets and his eyes bent on the sidewalks—even if they didn’t see anything—and in those eyes there lurked a kind of a bashful twinkle, while the corners of his mouth were turned back in a broad Bmile, which spread out across his face and extended almost from ear to ear. There was a sort of raptured, pleased, softened expression over his whole countenance. It was not necessary to be a mind reader to understand what was doing. It was written everywhere— on his face, in his make-up and in that springy, graceful walk. There was just one thing lacking. There was no bouquet in the button hole of his coat—but then it must be considered that there were lotB of flowers, especially roses, in her yard, and surely she would offer him a big red rose, and perhaps she would pin it on the lapel of his coat for him. He believed she would. As he hurried along, he met several neighbors, but he paid no attention to them. He had something else on his mind. Perhaps he was thinking up a brilliant little speech to present when he should see her. At any rate he felt self-satisfied and extremely pleased to remain silent and congratulate himself upon his own good fortune. When he came near to her house he could see the large rose bushes looming up dimly in the hazy, uncertain light, and Allen was reminded of that big red rose. But when the gate was closed behind him and he had started down the walk behind the rose bushes, a large, dark form rose suddenly up from behind one of the rose bushes and stepping out, blocked his path. And then it seemed as if there were two of them, one just behind the other. He was trapped! Was it robbery o rmurder. They had waylaid him. They would rob him and then cut his throat. His hair stood straight up and pushed his hat off. For a few seconds he stood there, stalk still, as a marble statue. He was stunned by the sudden fright. Then he stepped back and laid his hand on the gate; but he could go no farther, for he was trembling in every limb and his heart was pounding away like a trip-hammer. Then his knees weakened and he sank down helplessly upon the ground. He tried to pray, but each word sounded to him like an oath, and his efforts were in vain. The huge dark forms in front came forward threateningly. Again Allen thought of the rose—but a white one, not a red one. He knew she would place a small white rose on his bosom when she would find hiB ghastly corpse in her very door yard, and she would almost drown it in bitter tears. But that reminded him how terrible it would be for her to bear the awful shock so he determined to beg for his life. He himself could die as bravely as the next one, but it would be cruel to break her heart by his death. 54 OHjf £nka Perhaps the cut-throatB would not kill him it he should give up his money without resistance. He rose fearfully to his knees and held forth his purse In trembling lingers. “Oh, take my last dollar, dear murderers,” he begged pitifully, “but please don’t murder me in cold blood. Just think what a terrible thing it is to take an innocent life. It will worry you the rest of your days. I will give you all I have. I will do anything for you. I will be your servant all my life. Take my last cent, but, oh, please, please don’t kill me!” But just then a flood of light rushed from the door, a rustle of skirts was heard and a girlish voice cried out: Why, Allen, how can you be so silly! That donkey there in the path wont hurt you! He’s tied to that post anyway!” Lives of Freshies oft remind us That we once stood in their place, And departing left behind us Greener ones to fill the space. Life is just one blamed thing after another, and sometimes two (flunks in one day). Miss Newton to Paul: “Paul, can you tell me how contrary to fact conditions are expressed?” Paul (brightly): “Yes, ma'am, in Latin.” And he wondered why she flunked him. Caesar: “What, ho, my man! Why are you this late hour without?” Niday: ‘T faith, my lord, my pipe I lost within these wildling bushes.” Shakespeare—Julius Caesar; Act. IV, scene III. First Student: “Say, I’ve got a new one. What’s DeEtte’s favorite kind of bread?” Second Student: “Dunno. What is it?” First Student: “Why, a ‘Biscuit,’ of course!” SOME CELEBRITIES. From the top of her shoes to the bottom of her feet she is all mirth— Ierne Ahern. Liberty and Union, one and inseparable, now and forever—E Spalding. I have a heart with room enough for two—Gladys Archer. I am Sir Oracle. When I ope my lips let no dog bark—Roubaix Richey. He was so good he could pour rosewater on a toad—P. Kinney. Now by two headed Janus Nature hath framed strange bed fellows in her time—Merle Niday. Disguise our bondage as we will, ’Tie woman, woman rules us still. —Clark Morey. And still they gazed and still their wonder grew that so small a body should require so big a shoe—Fat Wheeler. 55 2Jtjp 2tfka WHAT WOULD HAPPEN If Merle would cease slamming? If Merle wouldn’t use slang? If Bhe would study—quit cramming? And not say ‘‘I don’t give a dang”? If Merle didn’t get grouchy? If she quit getting sore? If she didn’t say “-----” quite so often, And said “Amen” a little more? (The answer to the above queries Is doubtless puzzling. Perhaps you thought that the answer would be The raillenium will come,’’ or “This will be paradise,” but there you’re wrong. This will likely all be before it happens, but yet we think that any change that she should make would be too inconsequent to draw any wide attention.) First Student: “What is DeEtte doing in the Lat. so much?” Second Student: Oh, she is studying ‘Affinity’.” WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO IK) Dl RING THE HOLIDAYS? Phil: “Lor, I don’t know. Murrel: “Going to sleep.” Mack: “Going to work.” Clark: “Going to the bad.” Victor: “Lake Reba, 1 guess.” Roubalx: “Be good.” Elmer: “Me? Oh, none your business.” James: “Have a good time.” Maude: “Get a divorce.” Grace: “Going to Swede Basin.” Miss Kuney: “Going to home and mother.” Alma: “To be a grad.” LaCosta: “Going to study.” Arthur: “Learn Bryan’s ‘The Cross of Gold’.” Annls: “Make a hit.” Alvin: “Eat Mellin’s Food.” Clara W.: “Take in washing.” Ierne: “Going to farm.” Minnie: “Take care of.” Clyde L.: “Get married.” Errol: “Write letters to my erstwhile friends, 1 guess.” Emma: “Going to rest.” Zora: “Take care of my complexion.” DeEtte: “Build another bungalow.” Earle D.: “Going to work.” Maybelle: “Going to sketch.” Francis: “I may write prophecies.” Mr. Turnbull: “Nothin’ doing.” Mr. Turner: “Raise cabbages.” Miss Newton: “Going home to come no more, hurrah!” 5fi a in' QJnka A CURE FOR LOVE. Take 12 ounces of Dislike, 1 pound of Resolution, 2 grains of Common Sense, 2 ounces of Experience, a large sprig of Time and 3 quarts of the cooling water of Consideration; set them over the gentle fire of love, sweeten it with the sugar of Forgetfulness, skim it with the spoon of Melancholy, put it on the bottom of your heart, cork It with the cork of a Clear Conscience and let It remain, and you will quickly find ease and be restored to senses again. These things can be had of the Apothecary at the house of Understanding, next door to Reason, on Prudence street, in the village of Contentment. GRADUATE. Grants Pass, Ore., May 20, 1910. Miss Fay Newton, Grants Pass, Ore. My Dearest Teacher: I hear that there is some discussion and dissen- sion among the faculty members why I should not get two diplomas instead of one. My dear teacher, let this not bother you. A large box of bon bons is yours when I get only one. Lovingly, YOUR ERROL. Note—He got one. He also sent a facsimile of this letter to every faculty member and two to Miss Barker.—Ed. A great amount of bluffery Lots of air that’s hot Make a recitation Seem like what it’s not. —Ex. Herrick: “Yon know Edward Thomas, don’t you, Morey?” Morey: “Sure, we sleep in the same geometry class.” HALL OF FAME. Genevieve Pattillo. On July 4, 1908, Miss Pattillo took the lead among the birdlike singers of the world by singing “Mary Had a Little Lamb” before the crown prince of Merlin. Errol Gilkey. Carried the 23rd annual semi-Sunday school convention by storm in a remarkable speech, “The Cross of Gold Dust”: won for him the election of mascot. Allan Herrick. Invented a new kind of automobile that runs on wheels and hot air, reducing cost of igniticarburetion of the radiator, 13 per cent. Enima Lotighridge. Miss Loughridge was elected to the select circle by writing, editing, printing, collecting ads, distributing and managing the great journal. The Toka. . James Groves. Sometimes known as Shakespeare of the West, or the Knight of the Hot Sox, litterateur and ladies’ man. If a high school girl hears of another girl being kissed, she is horribly shocked, but under favorable circumstances she will let the same thing happen right under her own nose. a hr auha 57 I he only thing that will hush a Freshman’s yowl is a full milk bottle. You may roam the country over, You may go from North to South;. But you'll find in every Freshie Nothing so obvious as his mouth. 5H Snka The Sophomores may not go down in history but they’ve gone down on the back fence When it comes to a question of making A complexion look like what it aint, The Sophs have old maids beat a million In the use of rouge and red paint. ♦ dnka 30 The Juniors may be digs but you’ll never notice it. Of all of the sad supplications Which I have heard them use. There’s naught like the Junior’s entreaty “Aw! Go way and lemme snooze'- 60 lhi' Uhika The Seniors are lemons but they’ve all been squeezed If you’re looking for lemonade sonny, Just let me give you a hunch; That the Senior 1910 class Is a deucedly citrus bunch. ahr auka 61 this, the last issue of The Toka, we wish to thank all our exchanges for the way in which they responded to our exchanges. While our exchange list is not as large as we would wish, we have about fifty on it. We also wish to thank the exchanges for their kind criticisms, and to assure them that it has been a great help to us, and if we were unable to profit by it this year, we will try to use some of it in editing our paper for next year. So here’s hoping that we will see all of this year’s exchanges back on our table next fall. The Crimson and Gray, The Dalles, Ore., has visited us several times this year. It contained some very good stories. The cuts of the athletic, school and class notes are excellent. Don’t, however, slight the literary department next year, as you have this, in the distributing of cuts. The Boomer, from Klamath Falls, Ore., has been one of our most faithful visitors this year. It is a neat little paper. The advertising pages are well filled, the stories, though short, are numerous and well written, the debating and athletic notes show that all branches of school activities have the support of the whole school. A few cuts and a better grade of paper would add much to your paper. The Kodak, published by the Athletic Club, Eau Claire high school, Eau Claire, Wis., has some very pleasing features, containing many entertaining and well written stories. The German department is a very creditable feature and one that would be a credit to any school paper. If a few more cuts were added and your paper narrowed down an inch, it would be much neater appearing. The Whirlwind, coming from Albany, Ore., is a breezy little paper and has made marked improvement during the past year. Every issue was well arranged, containing a number of excellent jokes. The cuts in the February number are fine. The Aromaz, Spokane College, Spokane, Wash., always contains some- 62 3 fjr 2uka thing good. Your cover designs, while never elaborate, are always neat and good. Pine Needles, corresponding to our Court of Foolishness, always contains some dandy jokes. We received only two or three numbers of Tahoma, published by the students of the Tacoma high school, but that was enough to make us want more. This is, without doubt, one of the best exchanges on our table. Every department is complete and if a high school is to be judged by its paper, Tacoma high school will certainly stand a good show for a high place among the western high schools. In making out your exchange list for next year, please don’t forget us, Tahoma. The Lens, Portland, Ore., is a model high school paper, and has afforded us much help during the past year. The News, Eugene, Ore., is a striking example of what the students of an Oregon school can do when it comes to publishing a high school paper. The literary department is always well filled, the cuts are excellent and your athletic and debating departments show a school spirit which any school might be proud of. We received two numbers of the Black and Gold, Honolulu, Hawaii, and if all the other numbers of this paper were as good as the two we received, we have certainly been missing something by not receiving the other issues. The Clarion, Salem, Ore., is always a dassie little paper, containing some very good material. Ah ODtljfrB Hh. Toka, Grants Pass, Ore., is a very neat paper.—High School Review, Streator, 111. Toka, your material is as interesting as usual, and we wish you success in your efforts to get a new high school. Why not use a better quality of paper?—The Hesperian, Hoquiam, Wasn. The Toka has much room for improvement. A few more cuts would help considerably.—Orderly, Portland. The February number of The Toka is in many respects the best Issue which that school has put out this year. Better paper has been used, the green tint throughout makes it effective. Special mention must be made of the writeup on the “Grants Pass High School and The Klamath County High School Debate.”—Boomer, Klamath Falls. The Toka is certanily a good paper. This is the first month it has come to us and if every number has been as good as the last we have been missing something.—The Tenderfoot, Calida, Colorado. Toka, G. P. H. S., your paper is printed on good material and is a lively, up-to-date high school paper, but why don’t you have some staff artists? In a school of your size there should be quite a number of good artists m irom which to choose.—Whirlwind, Albany, H. S. The Toka (Grants Pass, Ore.): We were much pleased to receive your November issue. We welcome your introductory number and hope to become better acquainted. Although exchanges are rapidly monopolizing a great deal of space on our table, there Is always room for one more.—Spokane College Aromas, Spokane, Wesh. The February number of The Toka far surpasses any Issue of the paper we have yet seen. It certainly shows school spirit and shows that 63 Chr Snka this spirit is of the right kind. You are the only exchange we hare received which offerB a prize for the patronage of its advertisers. We think this is a good plan, as it shows that the school keeps in touch with its advertisers, and it also encourages the merchants to place their advertise roents in the school paper. Your article on self government is good. We agree with you entirely on this question. Toka, you are a paper that Grants Pass, Ore., can and should be proud of.—Nooz, Stevens Point, Wl«. The Toka, published by the students of the Grants Pass high school, Oregon, is a striking example of what Oregon students can do when it conies to publishing a school paper. The cover design is very neat and attractive. The stories and poems are good, and the editorials deserve a great deal of merit. The notes on all phases of school life are well written and show plenty of school spirit. Don’t, however, run parts of the athletic notes and jokes in the advertising pages. Keep them were they belong.—The Lens, Portland. , r The Toka for Christmas is fine. Your paper shows that Grants Pass High has the much desired school spirit. However, we miss your alumni department.—The Nooz, Stevens Point, Wis. Toka. Grants Pass, Oregon—You are approaching the highest standards of High school papers.—The Lowell, San Francisco, Cal. The Toka, Grants Pass, Oregon—“The Retrogrades Gift” in your Christmas number is a very interesting story. We have only one suggestion to make, which we think would help the appearance of your paper, and that is that you have your paper printed in larger type.—News, Eugene. “The Retrograde’s Gift” in the Grants Pass Toka is an interesting story.—The Greylock Echo, Adams, Mass. w 64 aoka To the Friends of “THE TOKA” HE TRUE FRIENDS OF our High School and The Toka in the following pages are numbered. Over ninety business houses are represented, without whose generous support this annual would never have been published. How greatly they are interested in our welfare, our success and prosperity, this plainly shows. Only to them can the success of The Toka be attributed. The heartfelt thanks of the High School is extended to them, and the patronage of every High School student is assured them. Young Men Grasp this Chance to get clothes that are “ju your yle.” You can get them here, any time, any pattern, any price. Do you like nobby clothes? Do you like clothes quite a bit different from the average, ordinary, every-day sort? These Collegian garments are for you, if you do. Do you want swagger clothes? We mean “swagger” in the refined, well bred, accepted-by-good-society sense. Then these Collegian clothes are for you sure. Here they are with form fitting effect, full chested, two and three button styles, peg top trousers, patterns that you never before knew existed. When you get into one of these suits you feel right, know you look Pi right. You can go anywhere and f be a prince among good dressers. These clothes are tailored as you would have them if your income was a hundred thousand and you could pick out the swellest tailor in the land. Just try one of these suits. Come in and look them over. Learn how the leading Young Men’s house make clothes especially for you. Peerless Clothing Co. “Collegian Clothes” for Young Men WHETHER in school or out; whether you go for recreation or for business; whether you’re a Cannon or not; where clothes count for a good deal, or where you’re to busy to think of clothes at all, you’d better be sure they’re Hart Schaffner Marx clothes; because then you’ll be sure they’re just right; in all-wool fabrics, in fine tailoring. This store is the home of Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes Calhoun’s Leading Outfitters to Boy and Man WE STRIVE FOR THE BEST GRANTS AS the beSt Schools in the State, the beSt climate, the beSt opportunities for advancement in all lines. We . need more people, more money to develop the country, more people to read the Toka and more people to write to us for a beautifully illustrated booklet descriptive of Grants Pass and Josephine County and its Many Opportunities ADDRESS Secretary Grants Pass Commercial Club Grants Pass, Oregon Sabin the Druggist sells Suchard’s Swiss Chocolates T ake a Course in Thrift and Business Practice By opening a savings account with the GRANTS PASS BANKING AND TRUST COMPANY You can start with one dollar. The bank is governed by the following board of directors CLAUS SCHMIDT LEON L. HERRICK JAMES T. TUFFS HERBERT SMITH GEORGE R. RIDDLE DR. E. P. DIXON GEORGE P. JESTER Eat Your Sunday Dinners at The Arlington Dry Wood at H. Huck’s Wood Yard gSg'1 THE FASHION STABLES LEWIS HANNA Proprietors mr Good Rigs; Safe, Fast Teams. Rigs delivered to any part of city. Drivers furnished if required Just what you need in Notions, Hardware and Crockery Smith’s New York iil Racket Store USS SABIN the Druggist sells Palmer’s Perfumes New Racket Store NOTIONS ■ Glassware Queensware Mason Fruit Jar Rubbers Remember we have a complete line of LUNCH GOODS for your picnic. Also Sliced Boiled Ham, Dried Chip Beef, Summer Sausage, Minced Ham GIBSON GROCERY CO. PHONE S. GRANTS PASS. OREGON 'Persian Secret for hands and face, Sabin the Druggist FIRST NATIONAL MHK gl somtn Oftgon Capital and Surplus $75,000.00 We’ll care for C Your Banking Needs L. B. HALL, President H. L. GILKEY, Cashier For the best of homegrown produce go to C.F. DIXON’S GROCERY 403 G Street, Grants Pass flIThere is where you will find the best of everything for the table Coron Booth HardwareCo Hardware and Plumbing Electrical wiring fixtures, paints, oils, glass, cement, gasolene engines, woven wire fencing, stoves, ranges, graniteware, tinware, mechanics tools, builders hdwe. ( 1 1 v m i irivi ' Roper Frazell Merchant Tailors We have a fine line of Imported Woolens for Spring and Summer. Give us a call. CLEANING PRESSING NEATLY DONE 509$ Front Street uJempl? Market W. C. AHLF Choicest Meats at all times Phone 134 113 N. 6th St. Mrs. Robt. Lee Demaree HAIR GOODS TO OORER Shampooing, Hairdressing and Manufacturing 'Combings made up. 1 Scientific Scalp Treatment IVibratory Facial Massage. Manicuring. 11 manufacture all my Creams Opera House Block. Tklkphonk 82-J. Residence 920 Nobth Tenth Street. Residence Phone 123-J. Joe Wharton THE MAN WHO SELLS Guns Ammunition Cutlery Fishing Tackle Sporting Goods Sixth Street, Grants Pass The Very Latent in all kind of Spring and Summer Hats MRS. E. REHKOPF 208 South Sixth Street, Grants Pass 1 rhe Bijou Caters to the Better Class | When your mind is tired of study or worry, “Get the Habit” of spending an hour at The Bjjou COLLECTIONS How many accounts are there on your books which are NINETY days old? Accounts on which nothing has been paid or purchased for that length of time are BAD. If you don’t give them to us SOON they will be DEAD. RESURRECTION is at best a difficult thing. The Southern Oregon Mercantile Agency Opera House Building, Second Floor Dry Wood at H. Huck’s Wood Yard Everything to Eat and Wear I I At SOUTHERN OREGON SUPPLY COMPANY Jjotfvoimf- Electric Iron Here is the iron guaranteed two years. The iron awarded Grand Prize at Seattle. The ONLY electric iron with a cool handle, hot point and attached stand. Rogue River Hardw’e Co. THE Julian Kokenge Shoe Leads in Style and Grade A Young Ladies' Classy Shoe in all widths BISHOP BROS. CASH SHOE STORE 513 G St., Grants Pass WE ARE Imported and Domestic vr j Woolens g SSi The Shoe House £s 8 £f ft S' Our Spring Lines Are In We can please all on QUALITY and PRICE 9 Cleaning THE $ Repairing Sugar Pine Store ? £ and Pressing Grants Pass Rochdale Co. Solicits your patronage for = HIGH-GRADE = Teas and Coffees STAPLE AND Groceries Provisions and Feed 411 G Street Phone 43 Cargill’s Spray Pumps Ice Cream Garden Tools Farm Implements Oyster Parlors Opposite Post Office Oysters any Style Jewell Hardware Prompt Attention Co. letoH ssaP stnarG Not backward in furnishings Good Accommodations TELEPHONE 96 613-615 G St Star Restaurant Meals at All Hours 609 Front Street Amos Anderson General Confectionery 308 South Sixth St. Grants Pass, Oregon W. H. Hodkinson WATCHMAKER AND JEWELER A fine line of Watches, Clocks, Jewelry and OPTICAL GOODS Agent for the George S. Parker LUCKY CURVE FOUNTAIN PEN. Fine assortment on hand. S1.SO to $7.00 No. 104 South 6th St., with Joe Wharton SCHOOL SHOES Girls and boys cannot study and gain advancement in school if brain action is interfered with through wearing uncomfortable footwear. Our shoes are made over foot-form lasts which assure extra comfort and service to the wearer. R. L. BARTLETT 105 SOUTH SIXTH STREET UNIVERSITY OF OREGON EUGENE Courses Leading to Degrees in Literature, Science, and the Arts, Engineering, Medicine, Law, Journalism, Commerce and Education. For catalogue and general information address The Registrar, University of Oregon, Eugene IF your parents have any business buildings or lots for sale, let me hear from you at once. A. N. Parsons If you don’t see it, ask for it— 4b The Eagle Oyster House BV‘,R. Watch for Mrs. Weidman’s Fall Opening The niftiest hats of the season. Prices made to fit everybody’s pocket book. Call and See for Yourself Riggs Land Company we invite your patronage Grants Pass Oregon SABIN the Druggist sells Rough House Chocolates After High School-What? Will you simply drift, and in drifting fail to make the best use of your talents? Shall it be a higher education at college, with a profession in view? Or will you enter business? If you decide upon the last, let us urge careful preparation. Be trained by business experts that your success may be assured. Our teachers have had long experience with large commercial houses and knrnv rather than theorize. THE LEADING BUSINESS COLLEGE PORTLAND. OREGON SOUTHERN OREGON WHEEL WORKS Corner of j Reliable Bicycles, Supplies and Repairing I. A. Mundinger Plumbing Tinning and Heating 515 E St. Phone 109-R ROGUE RIVER ELECTRIC CO. 513 E STREET PHONE 169 GRANTS PASS, ORE. The Southern Oregon Title Guarantee and H. BRIERE Repairing Shoe 215 South Sixth Street j. e . hair Abstract President Company Grants Pass, Oregon ABSTRACTS OF TITLE TITLES EXAMINED TITLES PERFECTED ElmerS. Real ohank r £ Ae estate Famous Rogue River Valley The Model Bakery EVERYTHING IN THE LINE OF Fancy Cakes Bread Pies Lunch Room in Connection GRANTS PASS, OREGON m Q f 0 f , 0 y Prepares young people for bookkeepers, stenographers and general office work. The development of the Northwest will afford openings for thousands in the next few years. Prepare now. Send for catalogue. W. I. STALEY, PRINCIPAL SALEM. OREGON Dry Wood at H. Huck’s Wood Yard iSagT GRANTS PASS BOTTLING WORKS MANUFACTURERS OF All Kinds of Soft Drinks DISTRIBRUTERS FOR JOSEPHINE COUNTY OF Walker’s Grape Juice A wholesome, pure drink made from the natural juice of the SOMETHING NEW Cherry-Cheer Agents for Shasta Ice Cream HAVE purchased the Barber Shop formerly owned by Mr. Sanitor on Front Street and will remodel and re-furnish it, making one of the most up-to-date shops in the state. We will be pleased to have all our old friends and customers call on us as well as new customers Williams DeGeneault Barbers to Particular People When You’re Late the excuse that your watch was wrong doesn’t go. There’s no reason why your watch should not be right to the second. Don’t make the excuse. Get a watch that times you right and be on time. Bert Barnes Propressive Jeweler AT CLEMENS CALORIC FIRELESS COOKER Cooks Without Fire It Roasts, Steams, Bakes, Boils MOT MEALS No Heat, No Fire, Save Wood, No Expense SPECIAL AGENT O’INEILL’S The Housafurnlaher Sub-Irrigated Red Lands Ideal for Fruit Immune from frost No Crop Failures in 30 years If interested, see or write E. T. McKinstry Grants Pass, Oregon The photographs from which the half-tones in this issue of The Toka are made, were taken by the Grants Pass Art Studio Opposite the Court House and were highly satisfactory in every way Business Manager of The Toka Western Hotel C. E. McLANE, Prop. Comfortable Resort for Tourists and Families Only white help employed Corner of Sixth and D Streets Grants Pass James Truck Co. Trimble BUNCH BROS., Proprietors Pianos, Safes and Blacksmith Heavy Machinery Shop a Specialty Horseshoeing Prompt and reliable ser- a Specialty vice day or night We meet .11 trails Phone 366-R Phones 172-J 99-R id at H. Huck’s Wood Yard « £ jggT P. H. S. Post Card Albums 4 Art Goods, China j Cut Glass L. B. HALL’S ART STORE 310 North 6th St Phone 05 Model Meat Market Dealers in all kinds of Fresh Salt Meats 402 South Sixth St. Phone 156 WILLIAM STRAPF, Mgr. Oliver Messinger Real Estate 508 S 6th St. Grants Pass, Oregon f.HXousino BARBER 306 South Sixth Street ROGUE RIVER FRUIT LANDS Home, health and happiness await you in sunny Southern Oregon. Pear, apple, peach, grape, cherry, berry and walnut lands for sale at reasonable prices. For particulars call on or address, M. M. BASLER Room 4 Masonic Temple, Grants Pass, Or. The Be t and Mo t Delicious Candies at RUSSELL’S CONFECTIONERY Dry Wood at H. Huck’s Wood Yard Kx. v ; Grants Pass Carriage and Closing Out Sale Price; At DEAN’S Wagon More goods for the same money Works Wagonmaking Repairing 403 South Sixth St. Same goods for les money while they la Linen Cotton Laces Embroideries, Richardson Silks, Ribbons Hose and Other Dry Goods at Wade’s For first class work the Myers Barb Shop-4 chairs—batl in connection G Street, Next to Schmidt’s Cigar Store Karner’s Meat Market GUSTAV KARNER. Prep. High Grade Fresh, Salt and Smoked Meats. Pork Packer and Manufacturer of all Kinds of Sausage G Street, near Palace Hotel Telephone 133 GRANTS PASS, OREGON JORDAN BROS Livery Feed Stabh RIGS AT ALL HOURS AUTOMOBILE SERVICE New Rigs. Phone 9-J Sll E STREET, Oppoaite Jott Hine GRANTS PASS, ORE. Sabin the Druggist sells School Supplies PROFESSIONAL DIRECTORY Dr. W. W. WALKER DENTIST Conklin Bids. Grunt Pans, Oregon W. C. HALE Attorney at Law EDWARDS. VAN DYKE Lawyer Opera House Block. Grant Pass. Oregon. 5. LOUCHR DGE, M. D. Physician and Surgeon X Ray Parlors and Electrical Appliances Calls day or night DR. B. E. DE VORE Physician and Surgeon Schallhorn Bldg. Sixth Street Office Phone 17-R Residence 282-J DR. H. G. KI MB LEY Osteopathic Physician 201-202 Conklin Building Grants Pass. Oregon . P. TRUAX, M. D. Physician and Surgeon Schallhorn Building. Sixth St. GRANTS PASS. OREGON Virgil L. Dinimick, D. M. D. DENTIST Albert Building. Suite 206-200; Opp. Post Office Office Hours: 9 to 12 a. m. and 1 to 5 p. in. Phone No. 108-R Grant Pass. Ork. DR. M. C. FINDLEY Oculist and Aurist Glasses Fitted and Famished GRANTS PASS. OREGON Dr. F. W. VAN DYKE Physician and Surgeon Opera House Building O. S. BLANCHARD Attorney-at-Law Grants Pass Banking and Trust Co. Building QUANTS PASS. OREGON DR. J. C. SMITH Physician and Surgeon C. H. CLEMENTS Attorney and Counselor at Law Schallhorn-Harmon Building E. C. MACY, D. M. D. Successor to DIXON BROS.. Dentists 109H South Sixth St. GRANTS PASS. OREGON GEORGE H. DURHAM A ttomey-at-Law Grants Passy Oregon ATTRACTIVE PRINTING the kind people notice and admire PROCTOR PROMPT PRINTER I print The Toka Masonic Temple The Golden Rule Store’s Great Semi-Annual Clearance Sale All Summer Goods Must be Moved One of the greatest Consession Sales we have ever held Sale begins Saturday, June 18 GRANTS PASS. ORE.. Proctor, Prompt Printer