Hartridge School - Tempora et Mores Yearbook (Plainfield, NJ)

Text from Pages 1 - 110 of the 1923 volume:

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In view of the acknowledged interest on the part of women in business matters and their desire to be well versed in the proper care of their property, we have secured a supply of particularly helpful booklets called “BANKING MADE PLAIN” which explain in a clear, terse manner the ordinary practices employed in banking that often seem intricate. Our Women’s Department is conducted in a separate banking room for the convenience of our women customers, and many enjoy the privacy and comfort that such a department affords. We shall be glad to list you as one of our depositors or answer at any time questions you may have in regard to your personal investments or business affairs. Pee le ALN EEE Dale ROS lis © ON.P ANY PEOBIES This is our new home. BANK AND TRUST COMPANY OF SWE S Sh Leis) SNe 2) IN Te a ll, i) Li ne Bu Tid ij mM 0: Hn Hina! jy In Mi wt tf ti Tm nn kent : i nt Hy i i] ii in i i Or Vin i] sor a It is directly opposite the railroad station and is on the main highway to Elizabeth, Newark and New York We extend a cordial welcome to all persons who contemplate making their homes in Westfield, and we shall be glad to use our best efforts to help them ‘‘get located.” SAMUEL TOWNSEND, President Page 2 Page 3 To the Class of 1923 Dedication iiieuristonyeoteties Claissrotmcomwe een: 29- Class Prophecy Class Will Juniors Sophomores Freshmen Our Annual Fair for the Children’s Ward June Dance Prize Poem. —Prize Essay.--Prize Story .69-73 Clockwork What Is Life Without Mail? Thoughts on Seeing a Sailboat by Moonlight Have You a Little Fairy in Your Impressions of a Chaperone Victor’s Ad venture... with apologies to archie.... Morsels cornish aaa Se Ss Torthe ‘Class or 19240 (With apologies to all Latin Grammars) Contrary to Fact If only I could be with you in all your idle hours, Could read with you the books you love, or take you to the play, Could drive with you o’er hill and dale to gardens rich with flowers, Could lead you for dramatics to Manhattan’s Great White Way; If only we could sail abroad o’er vast and sunny seas, To study in far ancient lands the-churches built of yore; Could worship dear Madonnas of the Meadows or the Leas, And scatter alms in foreign lands to all the blessed poor; I’m sure that you would think of me and I should think of you As teacher and as students of a strange and happy kind, For we should then be doing many things you'd love to do, And doing them together in a joyous frame of mind. Facts But, as it is, geometry (originals! you know), And algebra (those problems!), and A‘neas (such a cad!) All taking up our minutes and our hours, fast or slow, Give a very wrong impression, and it’s somewhat to the bad. And then there’s Bible class, of course, and church on Sundays, too, And money for the starving—in their bodies or their brains; And laundry to be counted when one’s name tapes are too few, And arctics and umbrellas to be hunted when it rains. Rhetorical Question Such tiresome and such homely tasks I seem to have to plan, Such tiresome and such homely tasks you seem to have to do, Why aren’t we off to Italy, its glories for to scan? | Or in wildernesses, reading underneath a bough or two? Page 4 Direct Statement Because, you say, you wish to pass through Boards some day in June To walk in halls of learning, of science, or of art, And there isn’t any password of which you know the tune Except those learned in subjects that I’m taking so to heart. Future, More or Less Vivid Just have it your own way you must, since you are now seventeen And I am only I—that’s one. The odds are yours, you see. So I must stay to serve you in your competition keen Till in June you will be leaving, oh, my darling Twenty-Three. But you'll return, my darling, from the college or the home, And to name tapes and umbrellas indifferent we shall be, And we'll talk of sealing wax and kings and let our fancies roam— Straight back to good old times we had in Nineteen Twenty-Three! Lyn HARTRIDGE. y = “My, eS NY. | v= Yal? . ww Page 5 Dedication To Miss Hartridge our friend and companion in whose home we have so happily lived and learned, do we humbly dedicate this, our Annual, hoping that its contents will in some way meet with the approval of her whose high ideals, keen understanding, and love of our youth have been our inspiration. Page 6 EROR'. NiC ben rae CR lesa eeatep A ola a na ono. c ecw ace rapes meek Kindergarten Ethical Culture Training School DTRDER TRS “VIP IUARU deren ckicee eet. tet. een ne Assistant to Miss Burt National Kindergarten and Elementary College, Chicago ORO HVAEV LCE NZ ii tee ert etn cr erate) fats Ne Ce hie eo Tutor iabee Vassar College IVR | ORTD s (IV LURE EIN ote Med tops Maral ee leer RUM oe ON Cas. i ie ais Art Pratt Institute Pupil of Arthur W. Dow Bow Geaciers: College IVER Vane VIEL LT ANSON isgee teas he erent ety sual), Sek, oats A ea Piano Pupil of Leschetizky and of Wager Swayne SARAH SHAW MCCARTER...... Physical Training and Aesthetic Dancing The Sargent School of Physical Education EEN ANCL ORAINCE Ge Mt oat e o A gett Cems, Rectal RW ony Nae aR eLIGR. 2 havea Dancing LeU SPAR Wa Mirra ty SAGE, Waa Rm i er ares arene CAB AEM CoUE CASES eco Accompanist EZ AR Ba elslerVEA PE LSDE Ne yer tke ren te Secretary and Treasurer ELAZ BI DUDLEYSO MIDE | sh bora igor aac eer a ey eee Assistant Secretary IVIERRGARET Ly alVLOUIN TAIN wtruset ue amt tine aia ie: Assistant Treasurer The March Wind Oh! the wild March wind goes whistling by, It has such a sad and mournful cry, And it seems to say, “Get out of my way, For I’ve come to stay, I’ve come to stay.” It blows all the leaves and dirt to the sky In its mad, mad race, as it whirls on by. The sun may be shining And the heavens blue But you never can tell What the wind will do. Berry WHITEHEAD, Seventh Grade. Page 9 THE ANNUAL EOARD Editor-in-Chief ALICE KNOX Assistant Editor MARJORIE HARBISON Business Manager Dororuy BLANCKE Assistant Business Manager ALICE HAGAN Literary Editor LAURA BUTTERFIELD Assistant Literary Editor CHARLOTTE NICHOLS MARIAN GREENE Athletic Editor INDIA PICKETT Society Editor MARIAN DRAKE Joke Editor ELIZABETH STEVENS Art Editor ELIZABETH EMBRY Assistant Art Editor JEANNETTE STRONG Picture Editor Page 10 aves sy ey aX 4 a _ ‘ oe ane : SLI Saki i DorotHy BLANCKE Ore “Dottie” Entered, ‘11 Plaintveld aN 15 Good-humor only teaches charm to last Still makes new conquests, and maintains the past—Pope. Dottie is yours to depend on. If there is anything to be done she always volunteers and performs the task to the best of her ability, and that means that she does it well. Dorothy will be missed for her sunny dispo- sition and genial good-will as well as for her ever-ready helpfulness. Entered First Grade Elementary. Class President First and Second Academic. Class Basketball (Captain), °20. BiowElockeysf eamia( Subs), 4225023: “Philistrate” in 4d Mid-Summer Night's Dream. Soldier in Cesar and Cleopatra. Business Manager of 1923 Annual. Vassar. Page 12 do one thing well, you are apt to be able to do many things. LaurRA McCorp BUTTERFIELD Entered, ’18. “Laura’ “Nothing should be judge of wit but wit.” Pinehurst, N. C. Laura excels in athletics, dramatics, literary and executive work as well as in a scholastic way, and therefore is a living proof that if you can Much as she may be admired for her attainments, however, she is endeared to her friends by the invaluable quality of common sense. Page 13 GlascsBasketballe 20, 21,0224 123) Captain Basketball; 20,21. School Basketball.°2 1, 207523: School Tlockcy.. 10.) 26.) 215.22. Dramatic society, 204 214) 22,. 72 3, President of Dramatic Society, ’23. Little Boy in Alcestis, 19. Jessica” in The Merchant of Venice, ’20. “Ptolemy” in Cesar and Cleopatra, ’21. “Towle” in Mystery Play, 21. “Titania” in d Mid-Summer Night's Dream, 22. ‘“Androcles” in dndrocles and the Lion, ’23. Vassar. NELLE CARMICHAEL DICKINSON SNeilon “Nelly Dick” Entered, ’21. Charleston, W. Va. “At sight of thee my heart cheers up!” Nelle is a good old Southerner whose disposition and winning ways are characteristic of her home. As a cheer leader she ranks among Hart- ridge’s best, and any team which has the wisdom to choose Nelle to lead its cheers is sure to deserve every criticism if it loses. Her drawl is the pride of the school and we all fully expected it, when she was chosen as our best-natured member. “Retiarius’ in Androcles and the Lion. Class Basketball, ’23. School Hockey, ’22. Page 14 MARION VIRGINIA DRAKE “Marion” Entered, ’o9. Plainfield, N. J. “Ev'n though silent scorn is all they gain, A thousand court you, though they court in vain.” To two cups of gracefulness add three tablespoonfuls of cuteness and a pint of stylishness. Mix thoroughly, season with an obliging and carefree disposition, cook for one minute and now—behold! the marvelous result! Marion, one of our oldest and most popular members. Elementary Medal 1917 (Field Day). Fairy in d Mid-Summer Nights Dream, 14. Jester in Twelfth Night, 16. Shepherdess in ds Yow Like Ii, “18. SPan Welaons J oliday, o00: Carnival in Merchant of Venice, 20. Dancer in Cesar and Cleopatra, ’21. “Puck” in 4d Mid-Summer Night's Dream, ’22. Social Editor of Annual, ’23. Page 15 ELIZABETH EMBRY fy Brice “Embry” Entered, ‘21. Louisville, Ky. A thing of beauty is a joy forever —Keats. Lib is the artist of the class, but contrary to the traditional tempera- ment of the species she does not bob her hair, wear smocks, nor affect wild manners. However, when Lib puts a little ribbon around her head, widens her dark blue eyes, pouts her lips and affects her most Southern drawl, a stranger would think her a perfect type of S.S. and G. We're not strangers. School Hockey, ’21. Class Hockey, ’21. Class Basketball, ’22. School Basketball, ’22. Class Basketball, ’23. School Basketball, ’23. Secretary-Ireasurer of Athletic Association, ’23. ‘“‘Mustarseed” in d Mid-Summer Night's Dream. “Christian” in Androcles and the Lion. Art Editor of Annual. Vassar. Page 16 ALICE HaGaNn Abe � Elague? Entered, ’21. Uniontown, Pa. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.—Shakespeare. When Alice came to school last year, her frank, questioning eyes, her babyish, almost inaudible voice produced smiles on many of our faces; but it wasn't long before the strong will and good humour lying within her aroused our admiration. Now, in her quiet but determined way, Alice is athletically, executively, and studiously, one of the most essential members of the class. Class Basketball, 22, ’23. School Basketball, ’23. Assistant Business Manager of the Annual. Vassar. Page i7 MARJORIE HARBISON Pnatereds 21 “M ar’ “Marge” Sewickley, Pa. Yet peaceful ease, and sweetness void of Pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide—Pope. Mariorie’s eyes look cute even when she crosses them. With one glance she bowled over all the old girls on her entrance in September, 1921. Now in spite of her size she is our most active classmate. School next year and in the years to come will be empty without her lilting voice and her indefatigable energy. School Hockey, ’22. School Basketball, ’23. Class Basketballiy 24: Vice-President Class, ’23. Assistant Editor-in-Chief Annual, ’23. Dramatic Society, 226) 22° Secretary-Treasurer Dramatic Society, ’23. Shepherd in Miracle Play, ’22. “Mabel” in Suppressed Desires, ’22. “Helena” in Mid-Summer Night's Dream, °22. “Lavinia” in Androcles and the Lion, ’23. Smith. Page 18 Wg $e Mary CHURCHILL JUNGBLUTH “Church” “Churchill” Entered, ’21. Louisville, Ky. I am the very pink of courtesy—Shakespeare. She is one of those rare persons who know the right thing to do at the right time and does it charmingly. She has studied the etiquette book in a calm and intelligent way and shows results. This is a dirty dig, Church, or at least a dusty one, but you have a divine sense of humor. Anyway, it’s all right since you possess that wonderful gift of manners and courtesy. Decictalvaandal reasvirer lassie 21, 222. Moth in 4d Mid-Summer Night's Dream. A Christian in dndrocles and the Lion. Vassar. STE “Judy” Entered) 1.0: Hagerstown, Md. To those who know thee not, no words can paint, And those who know thee, know all words are faint—More. Julia is the kind of girl who deserves all the popularity she gets. She is gentle and rather quiet, and often she is a little self-deprecating, too. As our Senior President she has excelled all others and we love her each and every one of us. Aside from all this her ability to guard in Basketball is not a common one, and on the hockey field, there’s no end to her tricks. Juiia KEEpy Flockey.. 1 O72 Oo, wx2.2:, Class Basketball, 202721,099)) 23 School Basketball 20. 2 22. 23. Captain of Class Basketball, ’22. Secretary and) | reasurcr ot) Class. 20, a2q) President of: Class-. 21-:22%)°22- 22: President of Athletic Association, ’22-'23. President of Academic Association, ’22-'23. Smith. Page 20 ALICE Knox SNP Entered ’21. Highland Park, II. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child—Dryden, When Alice Knox is mentioned, it is in connection with something worth while. She is one of those fortunate individuals with a faculty for spending energy wisely, and putting time to a good advantage. Athletics, dramatics, and good grades will not suffice, Al is always ready to give play to her excellent stock of executive ability, or to add life to any party. The class-of ’twenty-three may well be proud to claim such an active, talented member. Page 21 Class: Basketball 20.72, School Basketball, ’22, ’23. ClasssitOckey.g 20 22. School sock ey 21a 22. Editor-in-Chief of Annual, ’23. “Captain” and “‘Megaera” in Androcles and the Lion, ’23. Member of Dramatic Society, ’22, ’23. V assar. 24 de a ANNABEL PENELOPE LOMBARD “Belle” Entered, ’20. Bronxville, N. Y. “So didst thou travel on life’s common way In cheerful godliness.” From the tim e when Annabel entered school in 1920 she has been one of the hardest-working members of our hard-working class. It makes no difference what task she has to do, never complaining, always smiling, she goes at it in the most systematic way. She is ever ready with a hearty laugh to show her appreciation of any joke, however small, and :s altogether most good-natured. But, oh! Pride of the Senior Class— those history note-books! Classe Basketball eo me eoae SchoolfBaskethallze224° 23° School siockey:. 22.23). Cesar aud Cleopatra, 21. “Ferrovious” in Androcles and the Lion, ’23. Vassar. Page 22 HELEN PALMER New Orleans, La. Kintered, '22. Courage! he said and pointed toward the land.—Alfred Tennyson. Helen Palmer became a welcome member of the senior class after mid-years. By hard work and perseverance she at last reached her goal. We admire her studious nature and sunny disposition. Junior Class Hockey, °22. School Hockey, °22. Junior Class Basketball, ’22. Gladiator in Androcles and the Lion, ’23. Vassar. CHARLOTTE NICHOLS Hintered,. «09; Westfield, N. J. Thou art a jester, I warrant me, in addition to thy other qualities —Scoit. We never discovered that she could write till lately, but we have been fully aware of her other good qualities for five years. We envy her clever- ness in studies which enables her to be in good standing with the faculty, and still more her marvelous good nature and jovialness which makes her so popular with her friends. When she leaves next year for Vassar, one can hardly tell who will miss her the most, Kathryn or Miss Murphy. “Salonico” in Merchant of Venice. Assistant Literary Editor Annual, ’23. Vassar. Page 24 INDIA PICKETT “Pick” “Tndie’”’ Entered, ‘21. Waterloo, Ia. “What she wills to do or say, Is wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.” Entering in the fall of 1921, India has drawn us all toward her with her sweetness, tactfulness, and lovable qualities. But aside from her charm, she is one of those exceptional girls who can do anything well, whether it be studying, athletics, or social activities. Besides studying well, she is our leading light in athletics. We expect her to continue in the same illustrious way at Vassar. Glass Basketballu 21. Gaptamm,. 23: Sehool’ Hockey, 21; Captain, 2:3. Schools basketball 22;Gaptains. 23: Vice-President Academic Association, ’22-'23. Vice-President Athletic Association, ’22-'23. ‘“Spintho” in dndrocles and the Lion, 23. Dramatic Society, 22. Athletic Editor of Annual, ’23. V assar. Page 25 JEANNETTE BUTLER STRONG Bateréd, 219: Savannah, Ga. “Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony, But organically I am incapable of tune.” Jeannette’s greatest claim to fame, after that of being the school beauty for many years, is undoubtedly her astonishing success in having kept Annabel from pining away this year without her playmate, Kay. This, however, is not Jeannette’s only accomplishment, for she is also one of our coming artists. ) Basketball Glass: Teani,¥ 20,721, 22) Basketball School Team, ’21, °22. blockey.):21s 22. Dancer in Alcestis, ’20. Carnival in Merchant of Venice, ’20. Attendant in Cesar and Cleopatra, ’21. Moth in 4 Mid-Summer Night's Dream, ’22. Christian martyr in Androcles and the Lion, ’23. Assistant Art Editor of Annual. V assar. Page 26 jf oe ao NA aU a KATHRYN VERLENDEN “V erlenden”’ Entered, ’20. Westieldsin= |. “Some think the world is made for fun and frolic, inal 3) Glo Me” Our Westfield contingent is not very large but as long as Kathryn is a member of it there is no chance that it will be overlooked. She preserves rer cheerful disposition and her girlish figure in spite of daily struggle to persuade the Ford to our hall of learning. Our vote goes to Kathryn as the best of good fellows and most loyal of friends. Wellesley. Page 27 LAURA IRENE WARFIELD Entered, °21. PlainticldNeae Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink—Keats. Laura Warfield doesn’t make a s much noise as the rest of us, but that doesn’t say that she isn’t among those present. We admire her for her sweet and gentle way. Inthe midst of our seething senior mob, she stands out in quiet relief. We all admire her studious nature. If you want to make Laura happy, just talk about Baltimore. Page 28 i The History of the Class Gib Lae) The quaint old town made a peaceful picture, snuggled up against the long white beach on one side, and protected by tall over-hanging cliffs on the other. In olden days the inhabitants of the town had feared the cliffs, but now they realized that the good genie of the town, a wise and aged old man, was the sole inhabitant of the cliffs. Most of the citizens were interested in shipping and all of them took especially great pride in seven ships known as the Hartridge Fleet. Now the fleet was the property of the Hartridge School, and it was divided thus: The flagship, a stately Spanish galleon of great dignity, belonged to the faculty and was conducted with great ceremony. The chubby little vessel that rocked ridiculously on every wave was owned by the Kindergarten and the Elementary Department. And each of the other five belonged to its own special class in the Academic. For it was the custom of the school that each class, upon entering the Academic, was presented with a small vessel of what ever design it chose, and from then on, it was the class ambition that their ship should excel all the ships of past generations in beauty and influence. Now for many thousands of years, in the spring time, the good genie of the town had written a history of the Senior Class and its ship, and this is what he wrote for the class of 23: ‘As you are now drawing near to the end of your Senior year, and are reaching your long-desired goal of graduation, various fortunes loom on the horizon for you. Therefore, before entering upon these new ex- periences, it is fitting that you should reflect upon the old ones. ‘“When you were launched into your Sub-freshman year, you were a happy-go-lucky crowd, immensely proud of having obtained this exalted position. You chose as your class ship one whose lines and color were those of a small battleship, for, if you remember, it was a time of great interest in all implements of war. Whether she will prove sea-worthy or not is open to discussion, but it is to be hoped and expected that she will. You showed good spirit that year, although, unfortunately, there were not enough of you who played basketball to make a team. Nevertheless, you made up for this by your interest in all other school activities, making $63 at your table at the annual school Fair, given for the benefit of Muhlen- berg Hospital, and exhibiting great enthusiasm at your first Banquet. Oh, Page 29 a my children, it did my heart good to see your beaming faces! And again, at your first June Dance, the few of you who went seemed to enjoy your- selves thoroughly. How little and unsophisticated you seemed to be going to dances, for I never can get used to how quickly the younger generation grows up now. As every year the membership of a class changes, only Dorothy Blancke, your president that year and the next, and Laura Butter- field, who has held many class offices during your five years, are in your class now, who were in it then. Freshman year Julia Keedy, your president Junior and Senior years, Charlotte Nichols and Kathryn Verlenden, the Katzengamer Twins, and Jeannette Strong, known for her sweet disposition, entered your class. The three events worthy of note this year are, first, that after the school play Alcestis, in which most of you took minor parts, Laura Butterfield was taken into the Dramatic Society; second, you made $73 on your table at the Fair; and third was the jolly spread that you and the Sophomores had together in the spring. Also, for the first time, you organized a class team, which was defeated in all its games. Of your present class, Annabel Lombard entered the next year, and Marion Drake, who had been in the school from the Elementary on, transferred, and joined you. By this time, you had settled down a bit and set to work in earnest. In the fall, several of you made the hockey team, and during the winter your keenest interest was your basketball team. The team won two victories for you over the first and second Academics, but was unfortunately defeated by the Juniors and Seniors. Then spring came with its excitement over the Fair and over Shaw’s play, Cesar and Cleopatra, which the Dramatic Society gave. Most of you were in the play, and the few of you who had speaking parts did your- selves proud. I know, my children, as I came down from my cliffs that night and heard every word of it. That year you had the refreshment table at the Fair, which is, perhaps, the most attractive looking but the most difficult to make money on. Gertrude Fearing was the president of your class and with the hearty co-operation of all of you, she managed the table very capably. In fact you made an even hundred dollars, which was more than had been made at that table previously. This year is greatly to your credit. When the fall of Junior year arrived, you were every inch upper class- men, in spite of your ridiculously young appearance, given to you by the Page 30 fashionable short skirts. he eight girls who entered then and are still with you are Elizabeth Embry, your class artist; and Mary Churchill Jungbluth, known for her winning manners, both from Louisville; the ‘Alices,”’ one of the soft voice and the other of striking appearance; your quietest and most studious member, Laura Warfield; and the peppy tri- umvirate, Nellie Dickinson, India Pickett and Marjorie Harbison. Many of you excelled in hockey and tennis, and your basketball team defeated all the teams except the invincible Seniors. In the fall Marjorie Harbison was admitted into the Dramatic Society, of which fact you were very proud. But as the greatest season of the year is always Spring, that Spring was no exception to the rule. After many dark hints on the part of the Seniors, you gave their class a delicious spread which, it seemed to me, as an interested spectator, you enjoyed as much as the Seniors. Next came the Fair and the privilege of running the candy table, and now and then tasting the candy to be sure it was quite good enough to sell. You made $193 at this table and helped greatly to swell the total. Soon June was ushered in by the Shakespearean play, 4 Midsummer Night’s Dream. Many of you had parts in this, and Laura Butterfield, as Titania, and Marjorie Harbison, as Helena, especially distinguished themselves. Finally graduation day confronted you. As it always falls to the lot ot the Juniors to decorate the auditorium for the graduation exercises, and the June dance that night, you exerted yourselves to the utmost, even to the extent of getting up at six in the morning and beginning work. I will leave the result of your efforts to be judged by those girls who graduated and also to those who came to the June Dance, for an old man like myself is unable to judge about such things. However, one thing I do know is that you vastly improved your ship that year and that it looked especially festive the night of the Athletic Banquet. At last you came to the culmination of your hopes, your Senior year. You started it with a weighty air, conscious of all your responsibilities and privileges. But soon your cares ceased to oppress you, and you revelled in your advantages, such as an extra week-end, Senior tea, and walking from Oakwood to the day-school alone in the mornings. The first event of importance was the election of your class officers, Julia Keedy, presi- dent; Marjorie Harbison, vice-president; and Laura Butterfield, secretary- treasurer. Then came Dramatic tryouts, after which Alice Knox, India Pickett and Annabel Lombard were taken into the Society. During the Page 31 winter your interest was again centered in basketball, and this year your team was rewarded by conquering all the other teams. What’a joyful day that was for you! It almost made up for your defeat at hockey, the previous fall. And now that the joyful but busy season of Spring has rolled around again, you have a new addition to your class, for Helen Palmer, a lovable girl from New Orleans, a short time ago was transferred to your class from the Juniors. As you are the oldest class in the school, and many of your members have been elected to positions of great responsibility, the most important activities, such as Field Day, the Banquet, and Shaw’s play, Androcles and the Lion, lie in your hands. But as these events and many others are yet to come, I cannot record them here. However, graduation day, that happiest day for the Seniors, and sad- dest one for the fleet, is still to come. For every year, after the graduation exercises, the radiant Seniors go down to the wharf, and midst wild excite- ment board their class vessel which is festooned with every kind and color of flower. Then after an impressive ceremony, the vessel leaves the rest of the fleet and sails off into uncharted seas. When you come to this moment in your career, may your ship cut the water with all the grace and dignity of a true battleship. And as you skim over the sea of life in your class vessel of influence, honor, and friend- ships, may you reflect upon the gleaming sands of your schooldays, forget the cliffs of exams, and many times come back to visit the town of Plainfield. TANG Nag, aba Miss Wells: ‘This new theory of the single tax will solve the taxation problem.” Li b: ‘But it seems to me all the bachelors would get married.” When Hay meets Hedges, what a rural scene! Tuttle: “Are your problems checked ?”’ Green: “No, striped!” As I was flying along in the airplane to-day, my engine suddenly went dead and I found myself slipping through space. Fortunately I was high enough to keep from dashing headlong to the earth. Concluding that I must be out of gas I wriggled around and managed to turn over the reserve. Just as I was starting off again a girl in an awfully sporty little blue Stutz flew up, evidently with belated, although well-intended help; so I nodded pleasantly. hen I began to wonder what was so familiar about her face; but by that time I was too far away to recognize her. So swerving around on one wing in my most reckless fashion I set off in pursuit. The Stutz was flying at a pretty good rate but when the driver heard me coming back, she slowed up and waited for me to overtake her. There was a New Jersey license plate swinging from the tail light. New Jersey——! Oh, yes! I remembered then that I once went to boarding school there. The owner of the plane was a nice-looking, well-dressed girl who was so familiar. Suddenly it dawned upon me. She was one of my classmates at Hartridge, the school in New Jersey. Laura Warfield was her name. Laura recognized me, so we both shut off our motors and glided for a few minutes to talk. ‘“Let’s go somewhere where we can renew our old acquaintance,” [aura called after the preliminary greetings were over. ‘““There’s a good picture at the Palace in Waterloo, Iowa. We might try that if you have time,” I answered, quickly calculating how much gas Page 33 I had. Laura seemed to like the plan so we started off with me leading, as she was not so familiar with Iowa and its peculiarities. Waterloo is only forty-five minutes from New York, so in a very short time we were there. We landed and left our machines at the air station. Having just drawn my week’s salary, I was feeling very wealthy and we taxied to the theater. On the way Laura told me all about herself and her work. She owned, and until recently had been running personally, a garage for air- planes. Just now she is planning a chain of garages to extend all over the country. Her first one in Plainfield has shown what a success she can make out of it. When the taxi stopped at the Palace I got out quickly because I was eager for Laura to learn of the surprise awaiting her. For how should she know that India Pickett was the ticket-seller? I took Laura up and reacquainted them. India came rushing out of her little glass house and threw her arms around us both and then rushed off to show us Jack, her small son, aged eight. We couldn’t stop to admire young Jack long as other people wanted to buy tickets and as we wanted to see the picture and incidentally do a little reminiscing. When we sat down the news reel was just being run off. There was a picture of Annabel Lombard, the first woman president, playing with her pet Airedale before the White House. Of course we both knew about her, but this was the first picture of her either of us had seen since her election. She looked much the same as usual, a little thinner and older, if anything, but there was scarcely any noticeable change. Jeannette Strong was with her, more beautiful than ever. She is companion, confi- dential adviser or something like that to Annabel. Suddenly the lights went up and the program announced an overture by the orchestra. We took advantage of this to talk in low tones. The first thing Laura said was, “What has happened to Elizabeth Embry and Mary Churchill?” “Oh.” I answered, ‘They made their debuts in Louisville the year after they graduated and were the season’s most popular debutantes. I went down to visit them for a couple of weeks that winter and I have never seen two girls more in demand. They both had to take three weeks oft to recuperate in the summer. The next winter they went abroad and were the belles of Europe. Churchill married a dashing Italian peer while she Page 34 was there and Lib fell madly in love with and married a minister from some little town in Nebraska. The last time I heard of her she had several children and was doing her own work. She liked it, too.” Laura half gasped, half chuckled, and whispered, “T can tell you one almost as good. Have you heard about Alice Hagan? You haven't? Well, Alice went to college and graduated, mar- ried and had a couple of children, and was settling down into the usual rut of married life when something happened. Nobody knows exactly what. She is only about twenty-seven or -eight, but I guess she had an idea she was getting too old and settled, anyway she suddenly left home, divorced her husband, and went off on a wild jaunt to Cuba.” I was surprised to hear this, knowing Alice’s boarding-school views on marriage and woman’s place. But I suppose college changed her somewhat. The music ceased, the lights were turned low, and the title of the moving-picture flashed upon the screen. It was not the feature, but a comedy, one of those slap-stick, custard-pie things with pretty maidens and cross-eyed men chasing each other through swinging doors and down slippery corridors. Suddenly in the midst of the turmoil a calm figure in a bathing-suit appeared on the screen. The caption told us it was Marjorie Harbison. “Of course!’’ exclaimed Laura. ‘‘No wonder she looked so famil- tar!’ We watched Marjorie’s adventures through the film and nudged each other as we noticed little movements and expressions characteristic of Marjorie, the dramatic hope of the class of ’23. As the lights went up again after the picture and we were putting on our hats, Laura suggested that we go somewhere for tea. Emerging into the street crowded with machines and people homeward bound, we saw a little shop with a window display of tea and china. We entered, took a table far in the back and ordered tea and cakes. Over the cups we learned from each other the fates of the rest of our class-mates. ‘To me,” said Laura, as she bit into a tiny sandwich and gazed at it reflectively, ‘““Charlotte’s career is by far the most interesting. After she left school she dabbled in many activities, a little college, a story or two, the Lucy Stone league, she even took up landscape painting, I believe, but she finally found her niche in journalism. And now—you can’t imagine what she is doing. She is the editor of the joke department of Harper’s. Page 35 Yes, it is a revelation, isn’t it? She has made such a success of it. The jokes are much more refined than they used to be. fi “Katherine Verlenden was helping her for a time but she didn’t care tor such light-minded work, so now she is making speeches of a decidedly Red cast in New York. She always has a few-policemen trailing her around at the different halls where she is speaking, in case of a riot.” It did seem so incongruous that I couldn't help laughing, almost uproariously, I fear. When I could speak again, I asked Laura if she had heard of Helen Palmer. She said no, but seemed very eager to hear, so I told her what little I knew, how Helen had plunged off into the wilder- ness of Louisiana to seek truth and the whys and wherefores of this, world, and how she never turned up again. Helen wrote me sometime ago and asked my advice upon the intended expedition. But then I remembered that I had heard nothing of Dorothy Blancke and Marion Drake. “Oh,” said Laura, “poor Marion has had such a hard time. She was studying dancing in New York and had promise of many big things before her when she stubbed her toe and broke it. It was really quite a catastrophe. Of course, she couldn’t expect to dance any more; the poor girl was quite broken up by it. She came back to Plainfield, where she moped for a while, getting thinner by the minute. Finally, in des- peration, her family sent her to Europe where, I hear, she has been quite mixed up in diplomatic affairs; the cause of the fall and rise of kingdoms, I believe. ‘Dorothy Blancke is playing the oboe in the Plainfield Symphony and is making a great success of it. She received her training in Mosco w and created quite a sensation in New York, a few years ago.” Laura lifted her cup and tilted it toward her, inspecting the tea leaves strewn over its bottom. ‘Tell me,” she questioned, “what ever became of Alice Knox and Julia and Nelle? I’m so busy I don’t keep up with what’s going on lately I turned serious. ‘Well, no one knows what struck poor Al. She completely lost her head. She went back to Highland Park and was very: happy there until she suddenly disappeared. A year later, having kept her family and the whole world in total ignorance of her whereabouts, she was found, incognito, in Uniontown, Pennsylvania, living with an old fortune-teller. She was helping the old woman in her business and writ- ing nursery jingles for extra money. She could not be persuaded to leave and there she remains.” ‘Who'd have thought it!” gasped Laura. “Alice always did have a leaning toward poetry but I never thought she would turn out in that fashion.” ‘Nelle, dear old Nelle!” I continued. “Wasn't she a fine girl? Well, youll never guess. She’s an athletic instructor at the Charleston Sem- inary. All her pupils adore her and she has a very happy time teaching hockey and basketball, besides keeping up a small house for her husband, a travelling salesman. He sells shoes, I think. ‘Julia was quite a disappointment to me. I expected so much of her, but she ran off with a Canadian trapper and lives ’way up north in the wilds of Canada. She has a young son whom she is planning to send to Princeton. I can’t believe that she really likes it up there. I know she’ll break away some day and come back to her old life.” A dead silence fell between us. We were both lost in a deep reverie through which youthful figures of the past flitted light-heartedly. Laura, with her chin sunk on the palm of her hand, her elbow on the table, was toying absently with the knife beside her plate. Suddenly she started, smiled retrospectively, pulled her coat over her shoulders and arose. I followed her out to the door and into a near-by taxi. The journey to the air-station was unbroken by speech, except for occasional dilatory conversation. When we were ready to start, Laura thanked me warmly and climbed into her machine saying she could find her way back safely. I watched her long, low plane with its powerful lines sweep gracefuly into the air and out of sight, then I climbed into my own little flivver and started off, the engine knocking, the wings creaking, and the whole battered affair ) moaning with old age. LauRA BUTTERFIELD, ’23. From a 6th Grade composition: ‘“To the left was a small but well- filled cemetery.” Question: ‘‘What was the first Enelish Farce?” g A. H.: ‘Gamma Gertie’s Garter.” i Page 37 | ice pies bart | Class WiLL We, the senior class, being of sound mind, in spite of our efforts to obtain an education, and expecting soon to step out into the world, do make, publish, and declare the following, as and for our last will and testament: FIRST: The Senior Class makes three bequests to the Junior Class at large—namely: 1. Our suite of rooms, consisting of the senior room, appropriately decorated with pictures of the trials and struggles of Joan, our com- modious cloak-room, our neat history library, our study-hall on the stairs, and lastly our dressing room, with the privilege of keeping the door shut. 2. The conduct of the annual senior bridge tournament, inaugurated by the present senior class, and for this purpose we leave Jeannette’s cards, with the ten of clubs missing. 3. The conduct of the annual debate concerning what material shall be used to make our graduation dresses (if any), and the final unanimous decision, ‘‘Well, I look frightful in white, anyway, and I'll have mine dyed the next day.” Page 38 SECOND: We make the following bequests to the Juniors, individually: 1. Nelle Dickinson leaves a rubber pacifier to Eleanor Diefendorf, to make her more satisfied with life. 2. Laura Butterfield leaves a package of her patent hair curlers to Peggy Thomas. 3. Charlotte Nichols leaves to Elizabeth Hedges a book which the Jatter once borrowed from her, entitled ‘‘Diet.”’ 4. Lib Embry leaves to Lucille Verlenden her favorite drawing pencil, in hope that some of her artistic ability may remain in it. 5. Helen Palmer, knowing Dot Troth’s fondness for bright colors, leaves her a ball of magic yarn. 6. Al Hagan leaves Elizabeth Tuttle her dimple. We thought we should like to see where she would put one more. 7. Julia Keedy leaves her Savoir Faire to Marion Greene, though we don’t know what Julia will do without it. 8. Jeannette Strong leaves her girlish and unsophisticated ways to Jane Gray. g. India Pickett leaves her calm and contented air to Fran Noyes. 10. Marjorie Harbinson leaves her brown hat to Sarah Robertson. She says it could never pass at Smith, and besides, it could never be happy or easy in spirit away from Hartridge. 11. Mary Churchill leaves to Meredith Smith her ability to say and do the right thing. 12. Marion Drake leaves to Margaret Lesher her compiled list of conversation topics for all occasions. 13.. Al Knox leaves to Isabel Crane her stock of varied and original ways of dressing the hair. 14. Kathryn Verlenden leaves her ability at bridge to all who need it. 15. Annabel leaves her American History note book as a model to future generations. 16. Dorothy Blancke leaves her business ability to the business man- ager of next year’s annual. 17. Laura Warfield leaves her quiet and demure behavior to the whole Third Academic. Cane 23: Page 39 Page 40 Pe 1ge 4 I BOOO ) la Junior Room.—Isabel Crane, Eleanor Diefendorf, Jane Gray, Marion Greene, Elizabeth Hedges, Margaret Lesher, Francesca Noyes, Sarah Robertson, Meredith Smith, Peggy Thomas, Dorothy Troth, Elizabeth Tuttle, Lucille Verlenden. In the fall of the school year the following girls were elected officers of the Junior class:—Jane Gray, president; Isabel Crane, vice-president, and Meredith Smith, secretary-treasurer. During the hockey season, owing to the smallness of our class, we joined the sophomores and made up a team, which later became victor of the interclass games. In basketball we were not so successful, being vic- torious in only two out of four games. On the day of the fair, March twenty-fourth, we had the candy table and made one hundred and ninety-three dollars for the Muhlenberg Hos- pital, a sum of which we were very proud. In the late spring we gave the seniors their annual “spread” and we sincerely hope they enjoyed it as much as we did. During the last days of school, we were extremely busy decorating the Auditorium for Commence- ment and the June Dance. JANE GRay, 724. Page 42 ed IAMANRrR UT TU Ur sed Sophomore Room.—Elizabeth Beattie, Dorothy Bugbee, Helen Clode, Helen Fraker, Phoebe Gow Gregor, Marion Graham, May Hopkins, I rances Morison, Elisabeth Nash, Thora Nielsen, Lillian Rice, Hope Robertson, Virginia Rowland, Frances Louise Seam an, Elizabeth Stevens, Katharine Voorhees, Margaret Yeandle. We, the class of nineteen hundred and twenty-five, started this year off by electing three very capable officers. For president we chose Eliza- beth Stevens; as her help-mate, the vice-president, Thora Nielsen, and we put behind the cash box as its guardian Elizabeth Beattie. At the fair, on March twenty-first, we had the refreshment table and for two hours or more the sixteen waitresses, dressed in dainty gingham dresses and crisp white caps and aprons, served tea. Asa result, we made ‘one hundred and fifty-nine dollars. A few weeks later we were proud to find that some of our members were chosen for the play and some for the two school basketball teams. Surely such a class as ours does not lack “pep”? and we hope that in the future we may be as successful as we have been this year. LouIsE SEAMAN, ’25. Pa leZe 4 5 Freshman Room.—Mary Prisbane, Alice Butler, Julia Scott Butterfield, Caroline Christy, Ann Morgan Clark, Ruth Ferris, Elizabeth Forsyth, Elizabeth Hayward, Ruth Huntsman, Charlotte Jewett, Elsa Kroll, Margaret Ludwig, Sally McKenzie, Betty McLellan, Florence Meeker, Elizabeth Meinel, Elizabeth Miller, Ruth Miller, Virginia Murray, Ma rian Noyes, Margaret O’Neil, Barbara Power, Janet Seed. Helen Sim, Jeannette Sim, Mary Elizabeth Stockton, Shirley Way. History of the Class of ’26 At elections this year we chose Mary Brisbane president, with Marion Noyes as treasurer. Our secretary was Alice Butler, but in the middle of the year she left school, leaving an empty position which we did not refill. Our hockey team kept up its usual record by beating the Sub-freshman and a few of its players made the school team. The captain was Florence Meeker. Next came the basketball season. ‘Though we had fairly good luck we were beaten badly by the Seniors. At the Fair, to our greatest dismay, the Sub-freshman beat us, but we did our best to help bring the final sum up to eighteen hundred dollars. Next year we hope to do a great deal better. (PROS seo: Page 46 Sub-Freshman Room.—Anita Andrews. Marie Andrews, Grace Baker, T.ois Beebe, Ilai Bingham, Betty Erocks, Carolyn Capen, Elizabeth Case, Margaret Clark, Florence Doughty, Sally Hayes, Edith Kennelly, Dorothy Leveridge, Adrienne Linbarger, Emmeline Mackey, Lucie Mackey, Ellen Murray, Marion Northrop, Ruth Perry, Katharine Powell, Nancy Sayles, Elizabeth Smith, Frances Smith, Mary Vic Stevens, Harriet Van Saun, Marion Ward, Harriet Westlake, Emily Wurzburg. Sub-Freshmen At the beginning of the year the First Academic held a meeting for the election of class officers. Ilai Bingham was elected president, and proved most efhcient. Edith Kennelly was chosen vice-president, and Krances Smith secretary and treasurer. When hockey began, Nancy Sayles was chosen captain of First’s team. Later several members of the First Academic made a school team. After hockey came basketball, the girls under Katherine Powell’s leadership took great interest in the game, which they played with much spirit. They were defeated, but not without resistance. During the latter part of March the fair for a benefit of Muhlen- berg Hospital was held. The First Academic had the fancy-work table which was extremely successful. “The students, however, hope next year to be even better in their sports and school work. ELLEN Murray, ’27. Page 47 Seventh Grade Room.—Harriet Andrews, Shirley Clark, Barbara Corbusier, Margaret DeMeza, Anne Dumont, Margaret Fort, Barbara Graham, Dorothy Hecht, Virginia Huntsman, Sally Joost, Elizabeth Miller, Gladys Miniszek, Anne Moment, Christine Norton, Dorothy O’Brien, Constance Richardson, Corneil Robinson, Virginia Tenney, Betty Whitehead, Jane Williams. The seventh grade is the highest grade in the Elementary Depart- ment. Next we all hope to become subfreshmen in the Academic. The class, claiming twenty members, has, as its president, Christine Norton, and as its room teacher, Miss Wray. Our table at the Fair was called “The Six Ages.” ‘The articles were divided into six classes including things for the baby, the child, the debutante, the bride, the housewife, and the grandmother. Under the guidance of Miss Wray and Miss Stephensen, we made $100. This year is the first that we have beeen allowed to have a basketball team. We very wisely chose Margaret De Meza for our captain. In the one game we played we were defeated nine to eighteen. This class is unusual inasmuch as none of us intend to leave school before we have graduated. SHIRLEY CLARK, Seventh Grade. Page 48 a Le 7 a a ATHLETICS pu E % Athletic Association The Athletic Association of Hartridge is a most active, live society. In its hands rests the activities of the school along athletic lines. And this vear on the responsible shoulders of Julia Keedy has rested the welfare of the association. We shall never forget those “‘first part of recess’’ meet- ings in the auditorium, at which Julia curbed so well the spirits of the ‘“‘madding crowd.” Field Day Field day was held at Oakwood May 20, 1922. The girls turned out with enthusiasm for the numerous events, among which the most popu- lar were: the fifty-yard dash, standing and running broad jump, high jump, shot put, and relay races. In the elementary department, which is to be congratulated on its splendid showing, the medal was won by Adrienne Linbarger of the seventh grade, and in the Academic department, Dorothy Knoepke, who excelled in every sport with excellent form, won the cup. The principal event of the afternoon was the horse show. Elizabeth Nash was awarded the blue ribbon for the best general appearance and equestrian ability, and Marjorie Hofheimer carried off the honors in hurdling. Tennis This fall the tennis season began with the opening day of school. The courts were in constant demand, as everyone was in good trim after the summer's practice, and wished to keep so for the tournament, which began two weeks later. All girls wishing to compete signed on the bulletin board. There was such spirit that there were enough entries for five rounds. The tournament was well managed by Julia Keedy, our Athletic Association president, and the final match was played off in the fall term instead of being deferred to the spring term, as in previous seasons. Phoebe Gow-Gregor won the cup through her excellent form and unusually good playing, coupled with a wicked underhand serve, and a masterful backhand stroke. We would all like to live in England if we could learn there how to handle a racquet as well as Phoebe. Page 50 Hockey This year’s hockey season will long be remembered for its clean-cut playing and its evenly matched teams. This was due both to the ‘spirit of the girls, and to the excellent training given them by Mrs. McCarter. All of the games were played off in the fall. ‘The interclass games came first, and as each one was vigorously contested, the triumphant Sophomore-Junior team may well be proud of its victory. After this series the school hockey games were begun. Because we do not compete with outside schools, two school teams are chosen from all the classes. The members of the winning team receive crossed hockey sticks. Although the rivalry is always keen, it was unusually so this year, for six games were played, three being ties. The Green and Black team finally came out victorious. Page 51 Winning School Basketball Team “Green and White, Green and White, r-r-rah, r-r-rah!’’ And they crashed through in the last game for an overwhelming victory. Mrs. McCarter chooses two teams, picked from the entire school, which play two out of three games for school championship and the much prized “Hs.” This year the Black and Whites stood up against the Green and Whites in a gymnasium lined with excited spectators. Nelle Dickinson as a cheer-leader carries the “‘jinx,”’ for her team has always won—and she was a Green and White. Then Thora, Marjorie, and Marion have such eyes for the basket that any more of a team is incidental, but in combina- tion with their centers and guards, the result was too much for Black and White. Page 52 For the benefit of those who do not know Hartridge, let it be said that the basketball season is eagerly anticipated, and thoroughly enjoyed. Because we do not play outside schools, class rivalry is seen at its best in the series of games played for the reward to the winning team of the athletic banquet and numerals. The team of ’23 worked hard to win from the underclass men; '24 deserves very honorable mention in making a 15-17 score in the last game of the series. We want to thank Mrs. McCarter for her excellent coaching and patience in rounding out the teams. The girls receiving their numerals were: Marjorie Harbison, India Pickett (Captain), Elizabeth Embry, Alice Knox, Laura Butterfield, Annabel Lombard, Julia Keedy, Alice Hagan. Inter-Class Basketball Page 53 The social event of the Association was the athletic banquet in the spring, given to the winning class basketball team. Letters and numerals were awarded, mingled with numerous toasts. We ate, drank, and were merry until the arrival of the all too prompt bus at twelve. HOCKEY Page 54 OE lt y su (( 2 Al Bl @) % rue So SN 20S Oakwood Dramatic Society Presidente: S220... 4) 2) LAURA CBWETERRIELD Secretary-[reasurer . . . . MARJORIE HARBISON MEMBERS JANE GRAY PHOEBE GOw-GREGOR ANNABEL LOMBARD ALICE KNOX INDIA PICKETT MARION GREENE When school opened in the fall we found to our sorrow that the only surviving members of the Oakwood Dramatic Society were its two officers. Nothing daunted, we soon held try-outs for membership and increased our number by six. On account of our small number we decided to devote all our talent to one play, to be given in the spring. After much discus- sion ‘‘Androcles and the Lion,” by Bernard Shaw, was chosen and April twenty-eighth set as the date. The performance was a great success, not only dramatically and socially, but financially as well. The proceeds enabled the Society to pay off the last of its debt for the blue velvet curtain, and to make a gift, from the surplus, toward the expenses of the Annual. Page 55 The Lion Androcles Lavinia . Spintho . Ferrovius @aptain Centurion Lentulus Metellus Emperor Megaera Keeper ‘ANDROCLES AND THE LION’”’ . . Marion Greene Laura Butterfield Marjorie Harbison 4 .- India” Pickett Annabel Lombard . � Alice Knox : Jane Gray Phone: Gow-Gregor Marion Greene Phoebe Gow-Gregor . . Alice Knox Elizabeth Stevens Page 56 OAD O seer tee OAR Ee ce eOr eee Ses: lat Bigham Beco mere en eee ee ear ee ea eee EZ abeth Miller Christians—Thora Nielsen, Marion Ward, Julia Keedy, Virginia Row- land, Hope Roberston, Elizabeth Embry, Mary Churchill Jungbluth, Florence Doughty, Elizabeth Tuttle, Alice Hagan, Lois Beebe, Jeannette Strong, Helen Fraker, Ruth Miller, Peggy Thomas. Noblemen accompanying Ca sar—Sarah Robertson, Elizabeth Meinel, Lillian Rice. Soldiers—Elizabeth Beattie, May Hopkins, Elizabeth Hedges, Catherine Voorhees, Marian Graham, Dorothy Troth, Lucille Verlenden. Gladiators—Helen Palmer, Eleanor Diefendorf, Isabel Crane, Nelle Dickinson, Meredith Smith. Etruscan slaves—Frances Smith, Emily Wurzburg, Julia Scott Butter- field, Nancy Sayles. A Mid-Summer Niéght’s Dream On the evening of June seventh last year, a great number of guests assembled on the lawn around the summer house at Oakwood to see the Shakespearian play, ‘““A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream.” It was not yet wholly dark, and the rising moon gave promise of transforming all into a veritable fairyland. Nor was the promise idle, for soon a myriad of rain- bow-hued fairies came fluttering and winging their way from a distance. Oberon and Queen Titania could never have been mistaken for mortals, while the lovers, though mortal, played their parts so well that we could but applaud them. Never was Bottom more attractive to an enamoured queen than this one was as he filled the air with his melodious songs and snores. ‘The last touch to the perfection of the evening was the liquid clearness of Miss Hewes’s voice as it lost itself in the darkness, or found itself again in the moonlight. It was a shock to be awakened to reality at the end of the play, but congratulations must be extended on all sides, and never were congratulations more deservedly given. Page 57 wo aces ues oS. On ar hata gE mae OR Xk Sa UP ETT HOTS Page 59 Social Activities of the Year First of all came the bridge party given for the new girls, on the first Saturday of the school year, the thirtieth of September. And it was agreed by general assent that the first party of the year was a success. Next in turn came the Hallowe’en party. We were all to go in fancy dress and I am quite sure that some of the costumes would have scared away any ghosts which might have been lurking in the background. Marge and Laura went as the Gold-dust Twins, most appropriately attired in long black tights and an orange frill. Julia and Nell fared forth as the pajama-clad “‘time to retire” infants, casting a generally sleepy atmos- phere over all. Scottie and Lib Miller pranced around as the ace of hearts and the ace of spades. We danced until about ten-thirty, then feasted on peanut brittle and doughnuts. The thrill of the evening, however, was a ghost story, ““The Red Room,” by H. G. Wells, read by Miss Hartridge. At last a very tired but happy crowd of girls tumbled into the bus for the short drive to Oakwood. The night before we went home for Christmas vacation we sang under Miss Hartridge’s window by the pale light of the moon and the fitful glimmer of flashlights. Assembled in small groups, pierced by the cold December winds, we sang in hearty unison the ancient Christmas carols they sang so long ago. Twas now February. The winter term seemed to drag out inter- minably, and any diversion was welcomed with enthusiasm. On the seventh of the month we once more filed one and all into the trusty old bus and were taken down to the auditorium for bridge. ‘There, noting very carefully every detail of the costume of so and so, and calculating whether or no the queen could be finessed, we gathered with our elders and superi- ors to gossip and chat. The party was a great success and one out of every four girls carried home a prize. On the eighteenth of February a most delightful Baby party was given, celebrating Valentine's day. Elizabeth Hedges drew the queen of hearts and was crowned. She chose for her partner the king of hearts, Marion Greene. We danced all evening and finished up in grand style with a Virginia Reel. The work on the play prevented any parties for a while. When the Annual went to press many more parties were planned, such as picnics, spreads and all-day hikes and horse-back rides. Page 60 Alumnae News The annual luncheon of the Alumnez was held last fall at the Hotel Astor and was a great success. Ihe absence of the President, Anna Yerkes, who was convalescing after appendicitis, was much deplored. Adele DelLeeuw, who is continuing her literary career, acted as toast- mistress with great spirit. Blanche Pratt spoke for the married alumne, Grace Robinson for the engaged alumne, and Edith Foster for the alumne in the business world. Helen Besler Gardner, better known as Bobby Besler, sang delightfully. The encouraging growth of the Scholarship Fund was reported. The girls at college continue to distinguish themselves in all lines. It is not always easy to extract information when honors are in question, but we are sure that Virginia Merrill is a candidate for honors in History at Smith and has been asked by Professor Kimball to act after her graduation this June as his assistant in research work. Margaret Stanley- Brown, who will take her diploma this year at the College of Physicians and Surgeons, was in charge for a month of a ward at the Presbyterian Hospital. Caroline Butterfield at Vassar and Grania Knott at Smith have been conspicuous in dramatics. Ruth Broughton is, we hear, on the daisy chain at Vassar. Anna Frazar, Dorothy Frost, Margery Meigs, Frances Miller, Catherine Stockwell, and Margaret Taylor will be graduated from Vassar in June. Anna, Margery, Frances, and Catherine are all planning to take positions in New York; Margaret is to teach in Idaho, not far from her own home. Gertrude Knapp, after a year’s absence on account of her health, returned to Swarthmore last fall. We read in the Vassar Miscel- fany that under her leadership the Swarthmore Polity Club organized a conference between students of colleges in the Philadelphia district—Bryn Mawr, Haverford, Ursinus, Swarthmore—and representatives of organ- ized labor in Philadelphia. Katherine Fite after two years’ study in Europe entered Vassar with so many advance credits that we don’t know where she really belongs. We have in all fifty girls in college to-day, and sixteen more plan to enter in 1923. Esther Strong, Christine Claybrook, Margaret Borland, and Anna Medbery are all at work. Catherine Ames Pattison is in business for her- self in Metuchen; she and Mr. Pattison make most beautiful parchment shades. Sarah Carvalho has been doing splendid work in a little public Page 61 school at Oak Tree, to which she has given herself, her time, and her money. Dorothy McKenzie, after acting as one of the Hartridge School tutors, fled for a trip around the world. Grace Robinson was driven into matrimony apparently for the same reason. But the profusion of mar- riages, and the astonishing increase in the number of the School grand- children can only be listed without further comment. WeE TAKE PLEASURE IN ANNOUNCING THE ENGAGEMENTS OF: Agnes Rogers to Fillmore Hyde. Constance Warnock to David Tirrell. Louise Earle to Arthur Vreeland Youngman. Harriet Grandin to John Halliday. Augusta Burke to Stuart Benedict. MARRIAGES: Helen Besler to Harold Brooks Gardner. Hilda Platt to Wilfred Henri Wolfs. Dorothy Parvin to Earnest Dustan. Anne Swann to Carrington Goodrich. Leila Hedges to Edward Deimer. Dorothy Brooks to Robert Neel Henderson. ‘Katherine Browne to Vance Lauderdale. Myrna Eberhart to Maurice Merrill Mummert. Carolyn Ross to George H. Dockstader. Margaret Winthrop Miller to William Crim. Julia Taylor to Eberhard Faber. Margaret Fraker to Philip Van Deventer. Helen Voorhees to Frederick Kendall Brown. Priscilla Fraker to Edward Dickinson Taylor. Caroline Stevenson to Henry Bonney. Margaret Stevenson to Hendrick Van Haelewyn. Grace Robinson to Donald Fisher McClure. BIRTHS: To Dorothy Burke Marshall a son. To Ellen Burke Smith a daughter. To Verna McCutcheon Logan, a daughter. To Margaret Buttfield Bartlett a daughter. To Kathryn Yates Morris a son. To Carita Doggett Corse, twin sons. To Winifred Campbell Little a second son. To Albertine Osius Cosgrove a daughter. To Marguerite Blendinger Schaeffer a second son. To Mary Warren Hedstrom a son. To Lillian Fawcett Overton a daughter. To Janet Van Vliet Lyman a daughter. To Margaret Thomas Poucher a daughter. To Margaret Maltby Newcombe a daughter. To Jessie McKenzie Parvin a son. To Helen Irons Flanders a daughter. ES AS NN IN MEMORIAM With deepest sorrow we have to chronicle the deaths of three of our best-loved members: Barbara Van Vliet Harrison, class of 1916. Hariet Davis, class of 1920. Maria Hartridge. Our Annual Fair for the Children’s Ward Better than ever before! New feature Kindergarten table, which was a howling success, or rather a quacking success, owing to the voracious duck! The Seniors led, as usual, only more so than usual, with $265.00 for their beautiful flower table and our total was $280.34 more than last year's: Every year we seem to beat our record. We have travelled far since our initial Fair, when we were so proud of our $334.00. The proceeds from the individual tables were as follows: DOO Lage eee ere are Lk eee gan Peg Wray T YO Lk Ne KG DOa CCl mare Spent ia tee Mens. RORCE eeete cy cs tld ae Ata og rt 3. SKS Elementary Grades 1 and 2 CRAIC tar ee apart yee el, We on RRA meta kamee a | Grades 4 and 5 Page 63 Wcademic Gradetl tayysic, aa mececesar tee Vn ile es, Gard ne re See rie 146.35 Graded = Seca ce copie aes teal eee oe ee 143.43 Grade LETS tiie eee ck abd sO) ech one Sa eRe 157229 Grades DV 4,5 aie aOR arn Baie oe Rec ee eee unCnenee 196.28 C7 ahs (mh Mint RII CIE eth bes aS phi (MEER are Ce aks 8 265.00 Midway and torttne-telling? if ipesee cence eae eae eee 62.00 Gal fts: 1 MON EV es. me esha ta even rae eR er etre ee ee an 72 OO Potale sithiy 8.57 Geni Se eae te) Chay tain oie eee Ae ec $1,836.86 Expenses 7A aesn.( ire St ee eae, he ee ee 19.00 Proceeds: 1 aie. fc legs cat eke oe ad San re ee $1,817.86 GIFTS Our gifts in 1922-1923 have reached the sum total of $1,958.57 to date: Gradet, 6 Gs seek at ee er 100.00 Grade 07 Vics ae ate eee eR ce one Aen ene eae 101.25 For the Children’s Ward of Muhlenberg Hospital: June 1922-)unes1923-—thirees bedsit,. et ien ee ere $600.00 January, 1923-January, 1924—two beds.............. 400.00 Special gift of silver, china, blankets, Morris chairs, wheel chaigy stretcher, decotationcot. VV aldarm qe eens 500.00 Christmas? gilts: sage soncee then eae oe ye tte eee eae ace 15.00 Pine Mountain School Kentucky: Contribution: toicostxom Cennts.coutt ste 4 saeee ere ee 25.00 CHristmbevOi lk” she Aces eae re eet ee een ears 10.00 Bonnie Burn Sanitarium—Christmas oranges .............- 5.50 Day Nursery——Christmas orangesa-n a) oer ee eee 5.50 Childrenis: Elome=—Christmassoranges epee eee E50. Christmasidinnerss10n, blainnel ds oootesem rst rn eee 86.87 Students iE riendshiparund (Centcalgr anope) lr iae rrr ere 168.95 Yo Wasa. Priendlycwork fos toreioners = et ee ee 26.25 Ginling College, China—Scholarships for 1921-1923........ 100.00 College Settlement woark-—-Néwy Yorke 705 saree ee ee 10.00 $1,958.57 Page 64 Page 65 SINE D DANCE The June Dance, 1922 We remember our June Dance last year with a great deal of pleasure. The auditorium was decorated by the hard-working Juniors, in orange and white, the Senior colors. This color scheme was carried out in every detail. ‘Three of the lower floor class rooms were fitted out comfortably with couches and standing lamps, and the porch outside was hung with Japanese lanterns. The dance began at nine with a Plainfield orchestra for music, and continued until a late hour when refreshments were served. At half- past one the music stopped and good-byes were sadly said. Commencement, 1922 Looking back at last year’s commencement I have a confused memory ef flower-laden tables, and heavy white crépes and satins mingled in the crowded reception rooms and intermingled again on the stage. I remem- ber that Dr. Zelie spoke, and I remember most clearly of all Miss Hart- ridge’s advice and farewell to her departing Seniors, which she expressed in these words: ‘Members of the Graduating Class: “There are few gifts that I would not wish for you this morning, if wishes would put those gifts within your power. But since, in this century, wishing of such a nature is regarded rightly, as but an idle pastime, I shall choose, instead, today a quality that I want for you, and I shall try to make you want it for yourselves. “That quality is imagination. Not the imagination that would lead you to picture vainly things as they are not and as they can never be; but the imagination that would enable you to picture truly, from things as they are, things as they will be. ‘There is an idea abroad among us that imagination goes hand in hand with a quality of vagueness, that it has no place in everyday life, that it forms no part of the equipment of the competent and efficient man of affairs. That idea prevails only among the thoughtless. When competent and efhcient men of affairs possess, also, the gift of imagination they become great statesmen and great leaders. “Tt stands to reason that if the mind’s eye pictured to us with com- Page 66 pelling clearness the results of our actions, we could not face the conse- quences of heedlessness, of greed, and of selfishness. With that picture before us all, much of the stupidity of the world would come to an end. Wars would cease. Oppression and cruelty, hunger and disease, the exploiting of the weak by the strong would lessen from month to month. And to you in, your individual lives imagination would bring forbearance, generosity, selfcontrol. It would be difficult, is not impossible, for one with the far-reaching vision of a compelling imagination deliberately to sacrifice others to his own impulses and his own desires. He could not for long make his own heart the dwelling place of hatred and revenge. He could not live with his own knowledge of the pain and suffering that follows wrong, and make no effort to right that wrong. “Tt is a negative view, you think, that I am giving you. Yes, that is true. We do not value good unless we know evil. We do not compre- hend the beauty of love unless we appreciate the devastation caused by hatred. We cannot grasp the importance of our mistakes unless we can visualize the unhappy results of those mistakes. So, if you saw the pain and suffering that must follow certain conditions, you would be impelled to change those conditions to bring to the world, as far as you could, some- thing better, something as good as you could make it. And in so doing you and others like you might in time change the picture of the future that today holds for the man of imagination. ‘‘Members of the Class of 1922, cultivate the power of imagination. Learn to see the cities of the future and help to make them beautiful to the eye, beautiful to the mind, free from all the misery caused by the short- sightedness of mankind.” The graduates were: Katharine Edmond Acosta . Anne Planten Gaillard Agnes Roseburg Beebe Hildegarde Dey Halliday Margaret Anderton Borland Jane Johnston Hull Margaret Stevens Button Rebekah Blaine Lipscomb Kathryn Parker Clark Jean MacLeod Judith Newton Claybrook Hester Oakley Meigs Martha Cluverius Serena Deas Murphy Eleanor Newman Cooper Margaret Johnston Robertson Elizabeth Howe Fenner Susan Kempton Searle Elizabeth Stebbins Walbridge Page 67 naes Page 68 WOOLLY “BIGGEST wyne Ww! THOSe RoARDS 9 “Pest DanceR Prize Poem The Lake of Clouds I Far below me in the mountain valley, Bathed by the light of a summer’s moon, Lies the far-famed cloud-lake. A lake of feathery mist, stretching itself like A sheet of silver across the fields and low rolling hills, It rests upon the house tops of a peaceful, sleeping town; It ripples and sparkles with dancing moonbeams, Which play upon its surface like frosty stars dropt from a winter’s heaven. II Now the cloud-lake slowly lifts and I can see the tree-tops and the house-tops Appear, here and there, like tiny islands adrift on a misty sea. The lights of the village pierce its whiteness, only To fade into obscurity again under the moon’s brilliance. More islands—and still more— And now it has lifted, this cloud-lake, that lately Lit the valley with it radiance; And in its place the valley, dark and mysterious, Lies cold and unresponsive at the foot of the lofty mountains. MARJORIE HARBISON, '23. Page 69 Prize Essay Ten Minutes’ Grace Time—11.05 o'clock, Tuesday morning, January, nineteen hundred and twenty-three. Setting—In front of a large, ominous-looking yellow building on Seventh Street, Plainfield, New Jersey. It is a cold, dreary, hopeless-looking day. The skies are heavy and leaden. About the building hangs a dull, doleful atmosphere and a silence broken only by the harsh, rasping croak of a dilapidated black starling as he perches in the lonesome pine tree standing by the drive, its winter- browned branches bending to shelter the little ‘‘No parking inside the drive” sign beneath it. Sometimes a slow-moving car passes by on the ice-sheeted roadway and with a spluttering cough and a clank of chains is gone. Suddenly, from within the building comes the shrilling of a bell, fol- lowed by the tramp of many feet. An occasional cry of “Out door?” ‘“Good-night!” floats out. A moment later groups of heavy-coated girls tHlter out of the door to stand around and shiver and ask if it isn’t time to go in. Then one larger group bursts out, each girl carrying a red note- book plainly marked Algebra III and, parking on the steps begins to shriek at one another for answers that no one has. A small, fur-coated figure resembling a gray teddy-bear hurries to and fro trying to stir the passive girls to energy and sometimes stopping to wonder where the seniors are. At last, to the relief of everyone, an angel in a white apron steps out and her little tin bell rings joyfully. A mad rush, a violent pushing, the slam of the big door and the starling is left again to his solitary vigil, for the Hartridge School recess 1s over. Hore ROBERTSON, ’25. M. S.: “‘Isn’t that a small piece of meat you are feeding that lion?” Keeper: ‘I may look small to you, Ma’am, but it looks big to the lion.” Prize Story Evening ‘‘Mammy, I want to hear just one more story.”’ ‘“TLowdy, ma poah brain done wore out wid telling you ‘bout fairies ‘n’ ghosts, I'll be see ’m walkin’ in ma sleep tunight. I’se got ter go in an’ put you to bed anyways; look at dat sun, it’s most gone from d’ sky and heah you askin’ me ter tel you ‘nuther story.” “T don’t care, Mammy, and I’m not one bit sleepy either—I don’t want to go to bed and I do want to hear another story that’s not about fairies or ghosts. I want a real, true, live story, please, Mammy dearest!” This was too much for the old negro woman. Anything this child wanted, that was in her power to give, was his only for the pleading. “Wal, a’right honey,” she began, “Once on er time, longtime ago, jus’ fore you’se born, dat mus’ been ’bout eight years ago, I guess, dat ole house on d’ uther side of dis gardin wus mighty diffrunt. Dose big white pillars warn’t grey frum de weather ’n’ d’ uther part of de house warn’t all closed up. Dere wus three people livin’ in dat house den. Ole Colonel Merrill, wid his young son, Mars Clinton, an’ littul Miss Lucy, er daugh- ter otvan ole: cousin of: de Colonel) Wal, dey live vhere tergether ver’ happy. When dem chillun growed up dey used ter have big parties ’n’ everybody frum all ’round Richmond would come out here foah de week- en’s. Lowdy, dem wus curtainly wundurful times; all de slaves runnin’ ‘round de place, no sorrow ’n’ actually dis ole wurld seem happy . Wal, anyhow, young Mis’ Lucy and Mars Clinton didn’t seem ter care ‘bout nobody ’cept each uther. Dey’ud come out heah in dis gardin an’ sit ’n’ talk ter one ’nuther ’stead of settin’ ’round wid all de people at de big house; dey didn’t seem ter care bout nuthin’ else. But den one day wurd come down frum Richmond ’bout d’ war. De Colonel seem auful anxious foah war, but poah Mars Clinton he turn right white when he hurd ’bout it. After dat it warn’t more ’n’ two days ’fore dis ole house wus all shet up and eve’body gone ’cept Mis’ Lucy ’n’ me. All ris ‘cause Mars Clinton had gone ter fight wid de Yankees ’n’ de ole Colonel morterfyed at his son, had jined his compn’y in Richmond. De day de Colonel rode off on his big white hoss down de long avenue, wus de last time I evah set eyes on him, ’cause jes’ coupla months after dat he had died uv de fevah. But de wurse part wus dat poah, poah Mis’ Lucy didn’t nevah hear frum Mars Page 71 Clinton, not one wurd, foah ovah three long years. She stay right heah, jus’ waitin’ ’n’ waitin’. - “But finally one day, late in de spring, mind you it had been most four years since Mis’ Lucy had hurd frum de marster, up de driveway come er Yankee suldier on hossback. When he got to der gate, he jumps off his hoss ’n’ run up der steps ’n’ as’ for Mis’ Lucy ’n’ hand her er note. Mis’ Lucy most died frum joy so I knowed it wus frum de Marster. He tole her in dat note ter meet him in Richmond dat ver’ same afternoon. Wal, frum dat time on, dat chile didn’t know much wut she wus doin’; but after while I fix her up ’n’ taked only hoss ’n’ kerridge lef’ on de place an’ drive her in ter Richmond whar she could meet Mars Clinton. Nevah has I seen sich joy in ma whole life as when dos two chillun meet. It made de tears stream down ma poah black face. . . . But what de did lor’ bless me, wus ter go ’n’ get our ole parson ter marry dem dat even’, ’n’ drive back out heah in de country agin. ‘Mars Clinton didn’t like de house all shet up ’n’ so him ’n’ Mis’ Lucy open up all de rooms an’ light all de candles all ovah de house. Den dey pretend dere wus er big party goin’ on, so dey went out in ter d’ gardin fer ter get away frum de crowd, Jes’ like fore de war. Oh, dey wus so happy. Wal, urly nex’ mornin’, ’most ’fore de sun wus up in de sky, Mars Clinton had ter leave ter jine his regiment agin. He lef’ Mis’ Lucy standin’ on der steps er smilin’ ’n’ er wavin’ good-bye, ’cause she ’spect him ter be comin’ back de next week for good. But happiness, I’se come ter b’lieve, don’t las’ long in dis heah wurld, ‘cause Mars Clinton wus kill dat ver’ mornin’ by some ole white trash what wus shootin’ burds in er corn field neah de road. Oh, dat wus one sad day foah Mis’ Lucy—I thought maybe she gouna die too, her poah littul heart wus nigh ter brakin’. When dey brought de body home fer burial, she jes’ sit ’n’ watch ’n’ don’ cry none, but I jes’ knowed she couldn’t stand dat fer long. Shore nuff, after de funeral wus ovah, and de ole house wus all shet up agin, she jes’ plain broke down ’n’ had ter go ter bed fer . . . Who dat callin’ anyhow?” “Mammy, Oh Mammy! Is Clinton still out there in the garden with you?” A clear, silvery voice rang out of the twilight darkness of the lower end of the large garden. ‘Why are you keeping that child up so late?” ‘“Lowdy, Mis’ Lucy, I dun clean loss track uv time ’n’ littul Mars Page 72 Clinton here don e gone ter sleep right heah by ma side; I’se wonderin’ how he keep so still when I warn’t tellin’ him no ghost story or sumpin’.” “Very well, Mammy, but please take him in right away. He may catch cold in this damp evening air, you know. And Mammy, please light the candles in half an hour. here, take the child in your arms and try not to awaken him. Good-night, precious one,” she breathed this last into his soft curls as she bent over to kiss him. The shadows of dusk had crept over the stillness of the garden. ‘The moon, just riding into view, seemed to make a lattice-work pattern through the darkness. Some of its pale shimmering beams fell across a figure of a young woman dressed in illusive white. She was seated alone under a willow tree in one corner of the garden. The still air was heavy with the perfume of summer roses and lilac, and a gentle wind seemed to whisper through the branches of the trees. The moon was slowly rising higher and higher into the heavens. The brilliant candle-lighted house, with no apparent life, seemed almost incongruous to the sombreness of this night. This great house was a lost dream and the maker of dreams was seated alone in a corner of the garden. Her heart had been buried nine years before; her life was asleep in that fragment of a home. The moon rose higher in the sky, the blazing candles in the great house had burned low, a restless child turned over in his sleep, a dreamer of dreams walked slowly down a garden path. ELIZABETH EMBRY, ’23. Clockwork (Or Timely Thoughts from the Acorn.) Is it morning? We awaken At a grim five forty-five. Ah, Big Ben’s again mistaken ! By caprices does he thrive. No farm rooster with his crowing Is more eager for the sun. Or is Benny simply showing What is his idea of fun? Page 73 Later comes a maiden knocking, ‘Is the clock quite accurate? ’Cross the lawn the Mushroom’s flocking. ltusstataleto beslate|® “By the Main House clock I set it, Twas last evening’s solemn rite. Think you I could e’er forget it? No, it loses in the night.”’ “But the upstairs clock is faster,—”’ Wes. tis quite aheadsoieume These distinctions you should master, Their perversity’s sublime.” ‘Well, a timepiece to rely on Would be pleasant, you’ll agree. Is there no one who could buy one That quite permanent would be?” “You misunderstand, I fear me, The character of clocks; Like their makers they are faulty And susceptible to shocks. “Tis like man’s ingenuity That they're created so; For convenient ambiguity To clocks we often owe. ‘Suppose our clockly arbiters Agreed each with his mate; Is it not quite obvious That sometimes we'd be late ?”’ Question: “Tell about the Boxer Rebellion.” L. V.: “The Boxers were memberg gf a Chinese Athletic Society.” Page 74 EvITOR IN. cuter. “GE “BIGGEST JOKE. 7 Wy RS . N WORST WITH “FACULTY © What Is Life Without Mail?. I compared the number of the building opposite me to the number of the address in my hand; yes, they were identical, and this was my goal. As I walked up the drive, I noticed the carefully-polished brass sign which modestly read ““Hartridge School,” and the mere thought of enter- ing a place where abode more than ten score of females sent chills up my spine. However, enter I must, alone and unassisted, if I wished to win my bet; and gathering my courage together, I walked up the broad steps, and rang the bell boldly. No one answered, and I rang again. Still no response, and in a sud- den spirit of daring, I flung open the heavy door and stepped inside ! Silence, emptiness, absolute quiet greeted me. Not a soul, not a sound, not a sign of human existence. In front of me lay a hall and office, bare, silent, deserted. To my right, two doors, shut, and I did not doubt, locked and bolted. To my left lay a flight of broad stairs, and, hoping to find some sign of life on the second floor (for speak to someone I must) I started warily to climb them. Suddenly, on all sides, to my left, to my right, above, below, sounded bells. Now they were by my ear, now far away, now perilously close, then far down a corridor. They seemed to surround me, to hem me in by their clamor. Had I stepped upon a burglar alarm? Was this a decoy for innocent men like me? What was going to happen? ‘Then I drew back against the wall, limp, and gasped at the sight that met my eyes. From above, came pouring down the stairs, girls, girls, girls. They came one by one, or in twos, or in groups of thr ees and fours, running, pushing, jostling, rushing, tripping down the stairs. Some clattered down, skipping every other step or so, and landed at the bottom with a bang, others seemed scarcely to touch the stairs as they skimmed lightly along. Crowds and crowds of girls of all descriptions; short, tall, fat and thin; red-haired, black-haired, blondes and brunettes; rosy-cheeked or pale-cheeked! But what puzzled me most was that I seemed to be the center of at- traction, for the one and only word they spoke as they rushed past me was, “Male, male, male.” Now I knew I had rather a taking way with girls for many had told me so. And J noted with satisfaction that my trousers did break rather Page 76 nattily and my suit certainly had the “‘college” cut. Still, I should not think I would arouse as much comment as this, even though I was the only male among fifty or sixty girls. And still they came, some laughing, some serious, some giggling, others frowning, but they all cried or murmured as they threw me a cursory glance, ‘“‘Male, Male, Male.” My fear forsook me, and I straightened up, smoothed my tie and put on my most engaging smile, which had never failed me at the Proms, and resolved to live up to my reputation. But now I noticed that the calvacade had dwindled to an occasional girl now and then, and that all of them were grouped around a ridiculously small table in the hall below, like hungry dogs waiting for scraps. And even as I looked a few straying gazes met my stare, and their eyes seemed to murmur into mine, “Male, Male, Male.” Then, as I sought an answer to this phenomenon, a tall and stately woman issued from the office, bearing a pile of letters, magazines and papers. An opening was promptly made for her, and her burden deposited on the table. 'mmediately there ensued a wild scramble, and out of the débris occasionally issued a girl, dishevelled, to be sure, but with a wild triumphant look in her eyes, as she tenderly gazed at the thick envelope, addressed in bold mannish handwriting, which she held in her hand. On her face beamed an almost beatific expression; she seemed sublimely happy. So, I thought, as my pride collapsed like a pricked balloon and I made my way sorrowfully to the door, it was these letters the girls craved and not me. And then and there I made a mental memorandum to write imme- diately to Jean, Betty and Mildred, Florence, Harriet and Eleanor. For after all, what is life without mail? Thoughts on Seeing a Sailboat by Moonlight Just a little way out in the bay The sailboat rests at anchor. Its tall graceful spars, Outlined with a shimmering thread of crystal, Dip and sway With the motion of the boat As its bow is lifted out of the water on the silver ridg’d waves Page 77 And is dropped back with a flat slap. To skim through that black silver lac’d water, To feel its chill as it slides over my sleek body, Noiselessly except for the steady swish and drip, As my arms flashing and gleaming cut its surface, To clamber on the slippery deck and shiver in the moonlight, Is my fancy. The sailboat Is such a little way Out in the bay ! LAURA BUTTERFIELD. Have You a Little Fairy in Your Home? Once upon a time, many years ago, there was a great and powerful fairy, named Hippolyta, who thought that the girls of the United States were very unfortunate in their lack of guidance and instruction, so she decided to help some of them by having a school where they could learn to read and write. ‘The idea being firmly settled in her mind, she adjusted her magic wings and set off to fly over the great realm of the United States to look for a suitable place for her school. One day she was flying at random near the Atlantic Coast, in the vicinity of the great city of New York, when she saw, in a quiet and peace- ful little hamlet, called Plainfield, a fine big building, just made for a school. So the good fairy alighted and began preparations for her ven- ture. She procured desks and chairs and got some other good fairies to help her teach the children. But where were the little girls to live, for she intended to welcome them from any part of the land. However, she found an easy solution to this question in a small house which she bought. When this became too small for the girls she flew around until she saw a huge oak-tree with a large comfortable house beneath it. Without hesitating an instant, she bought it, with the country round, and on the great stone pillar at the entrance she tacked a bright shiny sign which said “Oakwood,” and this became a woodland home for her little sprites. But soon even the big house was not large enough, so the oak-tree let Page 78 fall a seed which a kind Wind carried over the lawn, and the Acorn grew out of it, followed shortly by the Mushroom. In these houses the girls slept, studied, became fat, light of foot, and rosy-cheeked. When Hippolyta moved to Oakwood she heard that a machine had been made to carry people from one point to another and she imme- diately flew to New York and bought a great big wonderful thing on wheels which made a noise, but moved along like a gentle breeze. The name of this contrivance was Reo. Then Hippolyta searched all over the world and at last she found a man named Martin who could manage Reo. So from that day to this Martin and Reo have done faithful service and have taken the girls to and from Oakwood. Time passes very quickly for the little fairies. In the afternoons they play and have fairy dances and get slender and graceful. Sometimes, if they are good, they have little round cookies called ginger-snaps, but when they are noisy, as they are once in a while, they have biscuits, mortals call them U-nee-das, but that isn’t the fairy name for them. In winter the little sprites wear winged boots, which go by the name of galoshes. These are black and make a delightful tinkling sound when they flap together. They also give the girls opportunities to show their cleverness, for when they have been worn three moons, they are inclined to acquire air-holes which the girls cover up with the most attractive designs. One time one of the little girls, she is a fairy now out in the world, started a club, and every year the fairies that are dramatic are in this club and they give plays under the sheltering pine-trees, and study parts, and wear sweet little pins which distinguish them from the rest of the girls. There are other things too for amusement, for instance letter-writing home on Sundays. But some times some of the little girls write letters when they shouldn’t or even visit their friends after nine-fifteen in the evening, and then they lose their week-ends, but they don’t mind this much because they love their own fairyland more than any other place in the world. And so does everyone who has seen it. The seniors, they are the girls in the highest form, have the very nicest time of all. ‘hey are always most respected and looked up to by the girls in the under classes. Besides being allowed to have tea or coffee for breakfast, they may, on holidays, visit the ““Yellow Hen,” which isn’t Page 79 Page 80 ee ee eee a hen at all but a charming tea-house which gives the simple, sweet girls the divinest ice cream-cake that mortals can imagine. But, alas, these dear young dryads cannot go on playing like this forever, and at the end of five years, after geometry and Virgil have been successfully mastered, they put on their fluffy white dresses and sit on the stage. Then the great fairy Hippolyta gives them their wings, and pausing only long enough for a last happy, carefree dance, they fly away into the wide, wide world. ALIcE HaGan, ’23. Impressions of a Chaperone Scenes: Oakwood. Bus. High School (Plainfield, N. J.). Time: Evening of the concert of the London String Quartet (January 1923). A blinding blizzard rages without. In the front doorway is posted a harassed teacher, unmistakable because of traditional ear-marks:—austere countenance, bitter voice, un- graceful garments—including arctics, woolen stockings, coat, muffler, mit- tens, ear-tabs, bonnet and umbrella—in short, a monument of prudent example. Her anxious glance travels across the snow-drifts of the porch to the waiting bus, whose driver is poised impatiently at his wheel. This teacher is Dame Nemesis, the chaperone—(I!) “First bus leaves in five minutes. Wear rubbers, girls!” Each fair damsel presents herself more etherially clad than the one before, despite the adverse elements. “Oh, Dame Nemesis, do have to wear g’loshes?” (A southern drawl, decidedly irate. A tender suede slipper and silken-clad limb are thrust forth for inspection. ) “Of course, Xantippe; you are no exception!”’ “But we only have to get into the bus and out.’ (Dreamily the airy creature fixes her gaze on the waiting bus, romantically ignoring the snow- covered wastes intervening. ) ‘Enough to give you double pneumonia, grippe, and flue combined.”’ “Oh, all right” (grimly). Xantippe disappears to return presently with toes thrust in borrowed and ill-fitting overshoes, sufficient however to plough through the snow bus-ward. This episode, with slight variation, is repeated fifteen times. The bus holds only fifteen. Page 81 At last all are off, infinite relief registered on all sides. At the High School all damsels must again trudge through ankle-deep snow, before they flock into the main hall. A sole bystander politely volunteers:—‘The ticket man has not yet arrived,. Youll have to wait.” The maidens flock to examine posters at close range. A lone usher appears, and is eagerly hailed. ‘Could we take our seats? We know which they are.” ‘Tam sorry,—the hall is not yet opened or even lighted.” ‘We'll have to wait patiently, girls. Please keep together on the right, so that you will not block the trafic when there is any.”’ “Oh, Dame Nemesis! Look what happened!” “Amaryllis! I told you to stay here.” ‘But I just Jooked at the picture and it fell down.” Wheres the:tackr” “T don’t know; it rolled away.” After vain attempts at replacing it, the dame props the refractory poster against the wall. Chorus of audible stage whispers: ‘“Here’s the ticket man, Dame Nemesis.” Whereupon the good lady herds her charges up to the two front rows on the right. She negotiates over stubs with the usher, while gentle Cassiopeia quavers: “Oh, you might know we'd have to sit way up here.” ‘T’m going to sit on this end with Euridyce. You can’t see a thing down there.” “Cassandra, you promised to sit next to me.” ‘T can’t because I’m next to Persephone.” But thetotherside. - ‘Well, I want to be on the aisle so I can see everything before it happens.” “You can’t do that, because I’m here,” Atalanta firmly interrupts; “I got here first for once, and I intend to stay.” “Flow mean! I hate this. Well, I'll just sit right here in the row behind. It’s on the aisle too, and even better.” ; “Girls! Cassandra! Persephone! We do not have the first four seats in this second row. Move down.” Page 82 ‘But Dame Nemesis, I’m sure we have them. They’re the best seats. Can’t we, please? I know they belong to us!” The usher, though young, smiles sardonically. The good Dame makes visible efforts to be calm. ‘Now who knows best about it? I, the usher, or you who have not seen the tickets? Waste no more time. People are arriving.” Reluctant obedience. At last all are seated; turmoil ceases, and conversation subsides to comments on an unconvincing bust of “some president,”’ the nature of stage decorations, the probable attractiveness of the first violinist. This specula- tion is based on reports from one who thinks “‘he may be the one she heard once.” The artists appear and the first number arouses enthusiasm. From the left: “Oh, Dame Nemesis, isn’t he cute?” “Who eP cal he-celliste: “Not precisely, Acanthis.” “Oh, J think he is” (ardently). From the right: “Oh, Dame Nemesis, isn’t he cute?” “Who?” ‘The second violin.” ‘Do you think so?” “Oh, yes; awfully!” (With fervor.) From the rear: ‘‘Dame Nemesis, I Jove the little one with the viola. He’s so cute! (Melting tones.) “Don’t you think so?” “Well, perhaps.” ‘Dame Nemesis, my arctics are simply soaked through!” “Why didn’t you take them right off, Amaryllis ?” “I’m afraid I'll forget them.” “T’'ll remind you.” More music, further enthusiasm. All the musicians are ‘‘cute,’’ save one unfortunate who is pronounced “conceited.” Puge 83 It is over. Begging the now dreamy, quieted group to “‘stay to- gether,”’ the Dame conducts them from the Hall to the friéndly bus. A passing friend hails her, ‘““Well, teacher, how did you like the concert ?” “Oh, awfully cute, don’t you think ?” Victor's Ad venture ’T was in the Month of May. A Kiss in the Dark was heard Through the Night as The Red Moon smiled on Sweetheart Lane where The Yankee Princess, looking Just Like a Doll, sat with Victor. The World is Waiting for the Sunrise. Along came Mister Gallagher and Mister Shean, who, seeing Victor with Peggy, crept nearer to listen. “T love you,” said Victor passionately, “I’m forever Blowing Bub- bles All Day Long and so Homesick always for To-morrow, To-morrow Morning, and you, La Paloma, my Rose of the Rio Grande a “Cow Bells,” she cut in. “Oh Sweetness,” he continued, “Open Your Arms My Alabamy. Can you wait When Winter Comes, Until My Luck Comes Rolling long? Do you love me enough? “Do I?” said Peggy, “My Buddy, Time Will Tell but When Hearts Are Young “Ivy, Cling to Me ,” whispered Victor. A crash! Gallagher leaped from behind the bush and Victor lay upon the ground muttering “Kiss Mamma, Kiss Papa! Im Goin’ to Plant Myself in My Old Plantation Home Where the Bamboo Babies Grow. Toot, Toot, Tootsie, Goo’bye! Choo-Choo Blues!” “Victor sounds like a talking machine!” exclaimed Gallagher, who, giving him a kick, ended, “Pack Up Your Sins and Go to the Devil!” Then turning to Peggy, who shook with fear, “l’m Through. I was True Blue Sam Just as Long as You Had Me. You Gave Me Your Heart in Carolina in the Morning, Lovely Lucerne, but alas—I’m Teddy Bear Blues! [’'m All Muddled Up. Who Did You Love After All? Me!” “None of your Bees Knees!” replied Peggy. “Never mind,’ answered Gallagher. Remember, J Gave You Up Just Before You Threw Me Down. This is When All Your Castles Come Tumbling Down, The Lonely Nest and all.” Peggy began to cry. Shean jumped up and stuck a dagger in Galla- gher who groaned, “My Journey’s End,” and died. “Oh, I’m All Alone!” exclaimed Mr. Shean, “Who Cares? All Over Nothing At All! Gee, But I Hate to Go Home Alone.” “Peggy, Dear,” he said, “I’m here, my Swanee darling. I have loved you ever since Crinoline Days, when you rolled your Baby Blue Eyes and said, ‘The Waltz is Made for Love,’ but somehow I never found you again until now. I thought I had Lost a Wonderful Girl.” “Dumbell,’ Swanee Smiles, “Better go after your Romany Love. I’m Just Wild About Harry and The Parade of the Wooden Soldiers!” N. B.—Every dance Record issued by the Victor company between December and March is combined in this Ad Venture. JANET SEED, ’26. with apologies to archie ive heard a lot about this mummy tut ankh amen lately and am wondering just where the value lies in an old desiccated thats a new word i came across in the dictionary the other day and means thoroughly dried up thing like that i guess some of those english lords have never seen the front row of a burlesque show Page 85 Morsels (for the man who eats as he runs) Philosophy A still pool, A breathless sunset A calm woman, And silent prayer, These are the superlatives of beauty. What is the chattering everywhere? Human Nature A thoughtless word—a broken jar is discord; Well-oiled machinery—angelic harmony, is concord; A thoughtless word—sincere remorse, is human nature. 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