Hawken School - Onyx / Red and Gray Yearbook (Gates Mills, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 84 of the 1932 volume:

Kat Ome 5 4 ma Ms LEE REID AND GRAY BOOK HAWKEN SCHOOL pee | a. (Ci PUBLISHED BY THE YEAR BOOK BOARD MAY, 1932 NUMBER NINE—1932 BORO AR Ga eA An INeebo N hawiese fat eae A N D GR rh BD DEDICATION On the Occasion of the Tenth . Anniversary of the School in | the Country, we, the Year Book Board of 1932,reverently Dedi- | cate this Edition to the one who had the Vision and to those whose Faith, Foresight and Sincere Interest laid the Foun- dations of Hawken School. Bay BoD. ARMOURIOCRAIG - Wo iic ¢..-) .alie tet eee ae ee ee ee Editor DAI SS WEDICAND 7 1 -cni pain caterer dssistant Editor Direc vam gece ire oy u rile Gece ee Ree ate eee Sport Editor CHARLEONOUR TER 4 chy... .. Waedmoepeien. ae eee Photographic Editor PIMP REY IN AGH 3, racaere aan ds Peas Contributing Editor ELUBBARD Torraice s¢ 5.) 2; Gree ahcteynuncl anette Business Manager GORDON JAMES 20... i605 ass ty ns es ne oe AOveFhgING IV anager Davin JIN UE oe Gi te aes es a ee Reporter ROGER ( GAPP 5 iia arcs ae ee eee ae Oe Reporter Migs MEACM ARON =f aig, waa ie tga atuce cei: eae Faculty Adviser LS I pie Ie hee rans meee 8 Ce ere ers Deus) Rik Red and Gray Officers (L to R.) Davin SwetvLanp, Red President; WILLIAM CALFEE, Red Secretary-Treasurer; Dixon MorcGan, Red Vice-President; Dickry Dyer, Gray Secretary-Treasurer; MAxwetL MAtTTHEs, Gray Vice-President; Ropert WessterR, Gray President. uo hay 0 degente yD: Ay Nel GA ee Pree ie € SM, Officers of the Student Assembly ArMourR CraiG, President; CHARLES ARTER, Vice-President; PeTeR BELLAMY, Secretary. HAC WEI BD (OP re fey of Gk AlN, bi BD ‘R E ah dea) (a I. ) | | net ee Ter EP eR te Dea Neen Gee RA YTB OC OOR Faculty For 1931-1932 Mr. CHaArLes R. STtepHens, Headmaster. Mr. H. Mortimer SmMeEeEpD, Lower School Principal. Mr. Joun H. McCarthy, Latin. Mr. Ropert S. Apams, English. Mr. A. Ross MacManon, History, Mathematics, English. Mr. Paut C. Rounpy, Physics, Mathematics. Mr. Hiram C, Haypn, English, French. Mr. Gitpert M. Suiru, French. Mr. Davin W. Russet, Science, Spanish. Mr. Wo. T. S. BAKER, Geography, Arithmetic. Mr. E_Mer P. Srppre, Manual Training. Mr. THayer Horton, Physical Training. Mrs. Rosert S. ApAms, Second Grade. Miss FANNIE M. LueEnrs, First Grade. Mrs. Zor L. Fouts, Music, Mr. Rosert B. Brewer, Musical Instruments. Mrs. Epmunp C. Travis, Piano. Mr. Horace R. Ayrarp, Bursar. Miss Mona E. Evsrecut, Secretary. Dr. ARNOLD F. Furrer, Consulting Physician. T H Bi are oh Be AN: Wa Gi May as John Ciarilillo, the “noblest Roman of them all,” has been with the School from the beginning. His cheery whistle is an unfailing accompaniment to the cease- less tasks which busy him from early morning till early evening. Yet he is never too busy for a bright word of greet- ing or an anxious inquiry as to who won the last football game. Johnnie com- bines two of the best qualities in the world — cheerfulness and efficiency, a combination which has firmly endeared him to all who have known him. [ee oe Bik © De Ne hogy =) ded Beto, Pa ND Coma Xe ‘Be Cea a 1s GENES SiS tte} 14 (Ets. Re thee A..N.D Grakiraasxs DONG LEWIS J. AFFELDER Former Gray SENIOR Gray Secretary-Treasurer, 11; Player’s Club, 9, 10, 11; Year Book Board (Busi- ness Manager), 11; Executive Committee of the Student Assembly, 12. ieee J. AFFELDER, the wolf in sheep’s clothing. To look at this cherubic visage one a funny kind. Lewis would not suspect the double life of its owner. It is such a kind face says little or nothing about himself. He adopts the pose of the virtuous, unspoiled Rose of the Golden West, just an eight o’clock, homeloving boy. Ah, but things have begun to get around, things which belie his virtuous appearance and which point to him as the sophisticated, wordly Don Juan. Why, we'll bet that if Lewis would open up, he could give Bellamy a run for his money in tales of experience! Besides misleading his unsuspecting classmates, Lewis spends a lot of time in the dark. We mean that his hobby is photography. And Lewis, always a practical man, makes his hobby pay. He recently made a lot of money, but it mysteriously disappeared in one weekend. Huh! He says he bou ght a camera, but so far we haven’t seen it. Not that we doubt him. Despite his modest length, Mouse is an elegant elocutionist, having been one of the Player’s Club’s leading actors for the last four years and playing every part from a female vamp to a Russian Nihilist. Since he loves to argue, he is the only one in the Student Assembly who pays any attention, being always on the lookout to spring upon some slip-up and make an ass of the presiding officer. Well, it’s guys like Lewis that make things move or find a way around them. If he doesn’t get there, nobody will. Ay PE Hie 2D) AveN oD GE RAG fo AO OA CHARLES. KO ARTER, JR. Former Gray SENIOR Glee Club, 10; Player’s Club, 10, 11, 12; Footballs ag 102 (lve Prack 1 1?) Vice President of the Student Assembly, 12; Year Book Board (Photographic Editor), 12. HAT wistful look of longing upon Charlie’s face is very unnatural, but then this picture was taken early on a Saturday morning after a busy Friday night (you know, monkey business) so that he is probably longing for a comfortable bed and several hours’ sleep. Pully (no one can explain this nickname) also leads a double life, but only geographically double. He divides his time between his residence in Lyndhurst and another residence in Shaker Heights. But we promised not to mention this, so forget it. This impressive looking youth has been running our stage for a long time. He has probably worn out more stage crews than any man in the middle west. The former stage managers used to try to do everything themselves. Old Pully just stands with his hands on his hips and bawls orders in such a threatening tone that you just feel that you should obey him. But he isn’t a hard guy at heart. He’s just in an eternal predicament; before meals he is griped because he’s hun- gry; after a meal he is cross because it didn’t agree with him. There are four stages to his happiness. First, when he is asleep; second, when he is installed in a comfortable armchair contemplating the foibles and debility of the human race; third, when he is at work in his wood-shop or photographic darkroom; and fourth, when he is leading the second half of his double life. As a footballer, for three years he has been a sturdy lineman, terrorizing the opposition by curiously distorting his facial features and swearing in Italian. Last year after a heavy lunch he casually strolled out in civilian clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and broke the shot-put record. Yes, leave it to Pully and it’ll be done. PETER BELLAMY Former Gray SENIOR Glee Club, 11; Player’s Club, 11, 12; Sec- retary of the Student Assembly, 12. O, GENTLE reader, that man is not a gangster; that’s Peter Bellamy. No silly, he always looks that way; he can’t help it. Pete Bellamy, pragmatist and empiricist, has only one preference in this life—Peter Bellamy. His opinion of himself is not so very high. In fact he doesn’t think he’s much better than Abe Lincoln. Pete is God’s gift to the efficiency experts. In the time that he spends tearing around school in search of books which he has lost in some one’s else desk, he could rewrite Shakespeare’s plays and memorize the telephone book. Peter firmly believes that work is an evil, not a necessary evil, mind you, but an evil. And then the old cynic goes and says that there’s more evil than good in the world. If Peter is not looking for his Latin composition book or thinking up some way to get out of work, he is arguing with Affelder and Craig. Ah! how many times has the old man come upon the senior study period to find these two gentlemen shouting and pointing their trembling fingers at dear little Peter, who quietly sits curled up like a contortionist, his feet above his head (so he can think better) with a sneer on his face, fanning the two fires of rage towering above him with little jabs of biting sarcasm. Nobody has yet won any of these arguments; that’s why they never stop. Besides balling up the minutes of the assembly, Peter acts and reads. Remember Ophelia last year? Especially her mad scene? Peter, of course, had a natural advantage there when he took the part. Well, if Peter stays away from East Cleveland and keeps that Ford under control, he'll be a great man some day. (hs Fe 6 eger As N 1D Ga Ke Ab i Be Cras 1s GEORGE A. CRAIG Former Gray SENIOR Gray Vice-President, 11; Glee Club, 9, LO, 103. Orchestra; 9, 10; 11 Player's Club, 9, 10, 11, 12; Football, 10, 11 (Cap- tain) ; Baseball, 10, 11; Basketball, 10, il; Year Book Board, 11, 12 (Editor): President of the Student Assembly, 12. EA, and though he be beauteous and wistful of face, ye perspicacious are not deceived, but observe him to be exceeding hard of heart. G. Armour Craig, a veritable shining button on the vest of time. He is known by all and liked by all who know him. The pride of the school (on and after this phrase we are not responsible for anything we write), he is a source of great joy to his classmates, but, and we say this with a countenance more in sorrow than in anger, he is also a serious problem. Armour has observed that his confreres pursue the mad, hectic, social life over the weekends, and so with the happy spirit of imitation so prevalent in the young he has attempted to duplicate their actions, although the task, and we say this tearfully, has proven far too much for him. He tries to find a philosophical justification for his every action. When in close proximity with the fair but dangerous sex, his usual savoir faire is disturbed ; exceedingly dis- turbed, suh! His eyes bulge, he assumes a glassy, incoherent expression, drives his car in second gear until it screams for mercy, or else scribbles meaningless Greek phrases upon the blackboard or nearest table-top. He has a sweet and even disposition, yet life would be unbearable for him unless you con- ceded that, when necessary, he can easily work himself into a fighting rage. He is interested only in things pertaining to the mind, says he, which explains why he shovels acres of snow, runs untold miles and pulls out his muscles wrestling. Besides improving his mind and muscle at every opportunity, he loves to psycho-analyze Bellamy, the apostle of good cheer and no work. All in all, providing he disregards the mouthings of his noble classmates, and providing he keeps up his present rate, he should be quite a man some day. Lae | | —— — E Cog ERATE, Di oa IN 22) GR Axia ‘BOO ie WILLIAM CALFEE Red SOPHOMORE Red Secretary-Treasurer, 10; Orchestra, 9; Player’s Club, 10; Football, 10; Commit- tees: House. i sf . 4 a4 ROBERT COULTON Red SoPHOMORE Glee Club, 9; Player’s Club, 9, 10; Football, OM Pack, ao: ROBERT GALE Gray SoPHOMORE Player’s Club, 10; Photographic Club, 10; Football, 10; Committees: Library. GORDON JAMES Gray SOPHOMORE Orchestra, 9: Year Book Board (Advertis- ’ f ing Manager), 10. HUBBARD LITTLE Gray SOPHOMORE Player’s Club, 9, 10; Year Book Board (Business Manager), 10; Photographic Club, 10; Committees: House (Chairman), Library (Chairman), Executive Committee of the Student Assembly. MAXWELL MATTHES Gray SOPHOMORE Gray Vice-President, 10; Glee Club, 9; Player’s Club, 10; Football, 9, 10 (Cap- tain) ; Basketball, 9, 10; Baseball, 9; Com- mittees: Collection. ole H z= frerscr a , A N D Oy a es Wed ae Cpa HENRY MATTHES Gray SOPHOMORE Football, 9, 10; Basketball, 9, 10; Baseball, 9; Committees: House, Library. EDWARD PECK Red SOPHOMORE Orchestra, 9; Player’s Club, 9, 10; Baseball, 9; Photographic Club, 10; Yearb ook Board CATt. Haitor) S10: DAVID SWETLAND Red SOPHOMORE Red President, 10; Player’s Club, 10; Pho- tographic Club, 10; Year Book Board (As- sistant Editor), 10; Committees: Collection, House, Library. ie ae te EB K. 2 ASD ROBERT WEBSTER Gray SOPHOMORE Gray President, 10; Glee Club, 9; Football, 10; Player’s Club, 10; Committees: Collec- tion (Chairman). KENNETH BAKER Red FRESHMAN Football, 9; Player’s Club, 9. DICKEY -DYER Gray FRESHMAN Gray Secretary-Treasurer, 9; Glee Club, 8; Football, 9; Player’s Club, 9; Year Book 3oard (Sport Editor), 9; Committees: Supply Closet (Chairman), Collection, Ex- ecutive Committee of the Student Assembly. [ 19 No -D? i GV RUA gee One ae PETER HALLARAN Red FRESHMAN Football, 9; Basketball, 9; Committees: Supply Closet. JAMES LINCOLN Gray FRESHMAN Football, 9; Basketball, 9. DIXON MORGAN Red FRESHMAN Red Vice-President, 9; Committees : Chapel, I Supply Closet. 20 | el Oy Sao! Jedd IB. Ag Nel ROBERT MORSE Red FRESHMAN Football, 9; Player’s Club, 9; Type ’n Tweezer Club; Committees: Chapel (Chair- man), Grounds. HUMPHREY NASH Gray FRESHMAN Player’s Club, 9; Type ’n Tweezer Club (President) ; Year Book Board (Contrib- uting Editor), 9; Committees: Chapel, Library. ASA SHIVERICK, JR: Red FRESHMAN Committees: Supply Closet, Grounds. A N Ds GRAS Vien Oe MALCOM VILAS, JR. Red FRESHMAN | Type ’n Tweezer Club, 9; Committees: Chapel, Supply Closet. HUME WALLACE Red FRESHMAN Player’s Club, 9; Committees: Grounds. JOHN WILSON Gray FRESHMAN Football, 9; Basketball, 9; Committees: Grounds (Chairman), Chapel. 22's) Eighth Grade Front Row (L to R): Peter Hitchcock, Egon Mihalik, Ralph Stickle, Thomas Alexander, Frederick Davis, David Nutt. Back Row: Charles Collacott, John Kerr, Jack Turner, Morley Hitchcock, David Davenport, William Bishop. of Da Wg fn oe Zag agony Br A ND Cy caer aed BAS Oe Tk — Se Seventh Grade Front Row (L to R): Dean Morse, Stevenson Taylor, Ernest Furrer, Thomas Taplin, Edwin Pierce, Roger Clapp. SeconD Row: Robert Bighouse, Harvey Tanner, Donald Gillies. Back Row: Wilson Wood, Boynton Murch, Channing Goff. Grades Three To Six Front Row (L to R): Teddy Stanley-Brown, Richard Cooley, Ralph Brown, William McCoy. SECOND Row: Willard Walker, Shelley Tolles, William Peck, Robert Crowell, Dwight Morse, John Bazely, James Greene, Ted Peck, Paul Swetland. Tuirp Row: Oliver Brooks, Doug Craig, Mills Rowden, Jack Finley, Stuart McKay, Marshall Dyer, Frank House, Arthur Bazely. Back Row: Melville Ireland, John Putnam, Robert Turner, Her- bert Spring, Amasa Bishop, Robert White, Hal Wischmeyer, Alan De Witt, Pete Hoyt. EE SO TS TEE Second Grade (L to R): John McCarthy, Timmy House, Dan Dewey, Peter Towl, Nelson Logan, Robert Coolidge. gE as Bd a ie PAD ALE Neat) CER VAtey BO. -O--K First Grade (L to R): Terry Miller, Weston Howell, Jonathan Bishop, Hazzard Adams. [ 27 ] H KE AN. iD GUR Ag ST ERA aes BS OMG LR 2 HOE RAED A N D GORA Yo = BOO! RK Hard Times AMES MADDEN slowly moved along the J street toward his home. His tired face with its sad eyes, sunken cheeks and pitifully thin neck was bowed in dejection upon his scrawny chest. His clothes, once fairly fash- ionable, were now spotted and grimy. On his head was a dirty gray fedora with a shapeless, turned down brim. The sweat from his brow had stained its band in an irregular line. He wore a heavy brown tweed overcoat which had lost all of its wooliness at the seat and elbows. The lapels had lost their smart cut and straggling black threads hung where two of the buttons should have been. The coat hung loose and open, exposing a faded shiny blue suit, spotted and out of press. The trousers bagged at the knees and _ barely reached his shoe tops. To a wrinkled, dirty, soft collar was fastened a black string tie, threadbare and worn from many tyings. His aching feet were encased in old black oxfords. their leather hopelessly cracked and cut. The weather was unseasonably warm. It was the second day of a sudden February thaw, and only a few patches of dirty snow remained in the shadows. The trees were gray, bleak skeletons with a few dry leaves here and there rattling in the soft, unnaturally abated wind. The lawns were soft and mushy, with little pools of black water and damp little hummocks of faded brown grass scattered about. Where the earth was bare, there stood dull brown morasses of slick clay covered by a thin film of snow water. The sky above was of a leaden hue, shedding a dull light on the sleep- ing vegetation and the surly city. On paper-thin soles, James Madden care- fully picked his way among the glistening pud- dles of water along a sidewalk that was plas- tered with wet, dead leaves and rotting candy wrappers and pieces of orange peel. From time to time he raised his hand to his eyes to clear his blurred vision. He no longer was able to afford the regular treatments for the chronic muscle affliction in his eyes and his 9 glasses had been broken for several weeks. The same dull, searing pain was coming back. The same pain with which he had tossed for a month on a tiny cot in the crowded hospital in France. The same pain which had almost gone when they decorated him for bravery. The medal still lay at home in his desk, the silent, worthless manifestation of a wasted struggle. He shook his head with a jerk to drive off the blur. Halfway up the street he slowly turned into a yard and paused for a moment, looking at the scene before him. He saw a small, six- room, Dutch Colonial house with clapboard sides, a red brick chimney, and a_ black- shingled roof. It was of a faded white color, its paint now bubbly and peeling. The win- dows were streaked with dirt and rainmarks, and below each one a streaking smudge ran down the wall for a little way and then faded into the griminess of the paint. James Madden went up the walk through a squalid front garden of patchy grass and sad, scraggly bushes and shrubs. A small dead elm tree stood forlornly in the center of the plot amid a litter of old newspapers and scattered He slowly mounted the front steps, stopping to kick aside a rusty pair sticks and leaves. of roller skates at the top. He crossed the mud-tracked porch with its rotting timbers and He opened the front door and entered his house. boxes of shriveled flowers. After quietly hanging his coat on its hook in the hall, he again paused for a moment to look at a paper which he drew from his pocket. It was a bank book, and its last entry was marked in red, “Balance—O; Account Closed.”’ The last of that dwindling supply was gone. He thought of the note due on the first; the meat and grocery bill; the water bill; coal run- ning low; insurance gone; shoes and clothes . With- out a sound, he turned and went into the kitchen. for Mary and the kids; poor Mary . eT Tf Hy EB R ED! ARPN D Cte Ane By) oe Mary, his wife, was bending over the stove. The room, the whole house, was stuffy with stale air and the smell of greasy cooking. He dropped into a chair and sat staring at her. She had been a pretty woman once. Her frowsy hair still had the faint auburn tinge, but harsh lines and soft, sagging fat had aged her face prematurely... Her eyes were slug- gish and her mouth was shut in a sullen snarl, which thrust out her dry, puffy lips. She wore an old white house dress, stained and torn. It hung open at the neck, exposing her flabby, wrinkled throat. Her delicately rounded arms were now chunky and bulging. Her stockings were darned and mended, and they sagged in sloppy folds around her thickened ankles. A pair of old felt slippers were on her broad feet, and she padded about in a shiftless shuf- fle. She gave no sign of greeting when he en- tered, only growing more sullen and dismal. Finally, without looking at him, she grudg- ingly tossed the words, “Call the children.’’ Without a word, he quickly arose and went to the back porch, where he called out into the darkening night. After two or three summon- ings, two little boys appeared around the cor- ner of the house. They noisily stamped up the steps, scuffling and pushing, and rushed into the house. Once inside, their mother screamed at them because they were tracking in mud. They crept out, cleaned their feet, and slunk in again, Madden walked from the harsh glare of the kitchen through the dark dining room into his parlor. He lit the front lamp there and turned on the radio. He had some difficulty in tuning the instrument because its tubes were badly worn. The house was soon filled with the feeble dialogue of a famous comedy team. He and his family heard it each night without fail. To-night he quickly shut it off, leaving the house uneasily quiet again. He looked about the room and saw the overstuffed couch with its easy chair to match, the scratched mahog- any table with its bronze serpent lamp and 30 pile of cheap weeklies, the bridge lamp in the corner with its gaudy orange shade, the worn carpet of green with the yellow border, the imitation oak mantlepiece with its imita- tion china clock and that spot where the loudly colored wall paper didn’t quite meet it. He walked to the table and drew a line through the layer of dust on its top. Suddenly the younger child called him to his supper. He went back to the kitchen and sat down to meat, potatoes, bread, butter and coffee. The two little boys ate ravenously, cramming the food in their hungry little mouths. The mother sat slouched over her plate and from time to time slapped at one of the children as he reached for more food with wide, appealing eyes. The close little kitchen, with its cruelly brilliant light, was filled with the sounds of chewing and grunting and snuffling. James Madden pushed by his plate and walked out of the room. He came back with his hat and coat on and went towards the back door, explaining that he had to see a neighbor. The children looked up in surprise, but his wife scarcely raised her eyes from her plate. He opened the door and quickly went out. He slowly walked to his garage in the back yard and entered it, softly closing the door be- hind him. In the darkness he could scarcely make out the lines of his battered car, one which you would expect to see with its paint chipped, its nickel rusty, its tires worn, and perhaps with the sharp dent of some severe accident. It was pretty old. He could not afford to run it much now. Times were hard; he hadn't sold a lot for over six months. And there was that note, due next Monday, too He shut his eyes and moved around to the door. He climbed into the front seat and turned on the ignition. He stepped on the starter. It caught after two or three tries. The old motor was pretty noisy now. Well, it wouldn’t take long. He opened the windows and set the throttle. The garage door was shut tightly. In the dark James Madden sat with his arms folded and waited for death. | | | | ee Te: REE Do Ag IN D Ke) bs ab 3 Jape (OES OMS The Air Hazard By Davin SWETLAND CAN’T say that I have taken quite such a ‘fancy to airplanes lately since I had an ac- cident with them this summer. In fact, I very narrowly escaped death by an air attack. Quick headwork and a prompt, if unwitting, reaction At that, the headwork was not so hot, now that I think of it. in a crisis, and I was lucky to get off with a to danger were-all that saved me. Still, it was the best I could do few scratches and minor abrasions. What really started my airplane adventure was a circular from the Michigan Model Air- plane Company. Among the models they were selling knockdown was the Curtiss Hawk. It was a fine looking model and, according to the company, it would remain aloft, if properly constructed, about forty seconds. As I was going to have quite of bit of spare time during the summer, I decided to take up their offer and send for the kit. thing arrived. About a week later the Well, I was all agog when the package ar- rived, so I carted it to my room and unwrap- ped it. The only thing that I ever saw that remotely resembled it was a set of jackstraws. When I examined the plans, I began to have my doubts as to whether they had given me the right set or not. Finally I was forced to draw my own plans according to the knowledge of aerodynamics which I had gathered in past model building. After two months of labor, I was able to announce the completion of an airplane faintly resembling the Curtiss Hawk in appearance. Each piece had to be glued together, and some of the parts were so small that they could hard- ly be grasped, let alone put in their proper places in the machine. There were times when I would get disgusted and not go near the thing for a whole day, but it preyed on my mind and bothered me, I worried about it in my sleep, and thought about it during the day when I should have been doing something else. Then I’d get another idea, start working again , ser in another spurt of industry, and a few more parts would fit together. Still, it was slow work at best, and it was with a feeling of pride that I set the completed model upon my work- bench, surveyed my handiwork, and resisted an impulse to see if it would fly before the ship had completely dried out. It was not a bad piece of work, at that. The model had a wingspread of twenty-four inches and weighed only a few ounces; the propeller, with its rub- ber motor had a real “kick” to it. The next day was Sunday, with perfect weather for the maiden flight of the Hawk. I decided to give the ship a trial spin to see if the thing was really what the manufacturers claimed it to be (I know that it wasn’t in ease of construction and comprehensibility — of plans) in flight. ven the mere thought of a trial spin for my great experiment seemed to serve as an announcement to the family that at last every- thing was in readiness and that the big moment was at hand. Of course it may have been pure coincidence that just at this point my younger brother should saunter casually in the room and look expectantly at the plane just as my older brother came in the other door. It may also have been a coincidence that as I emerged from the house with the ship in my hands the rest of the family appeared as if by magic; but some way or other I got the idea that there had been collusion somewhere. I was greeted with many “Ohs’ and “ahs” as the crowd gathered round me for a closeup of the ma- chine. It was with some difficulty that I per- suaded the multitude to retire to a safe dis- tance. I explained that one of the most dan- gerous things that we aviators have to contend with is a crowd rushing out upon the flying field just as an aviator is trying to land safely. The book of directions said to give the pro- peller seventy turns, head the ship into the wind, lift the tail from the ground, and let go. If it had been built correctly it would take Ss TA ERR ee GR UA ORT Oeaer a short run, rise into the air under its own power, fly a short distance, and land on both wheels; if it appeared to swerve out of its course, the rudder must be moved to correct this tendency. I must confess that after two months of work I felt a certain thrill in the undertaking that I had embarked upon, but I took pains to conceal my emotions and retain my poise as | started to wind the propeller. Amid an awed silence from the crowd I shot an appraising glance at the heavens and determined the di- rection and force of the wind in a most expert manner, held the machine on the ground, grasping the propeller in one hand and the fuselage in the other. The plane showed a distinct tendency to turn over under the re- strained torque of the propeller, but I managed to keep the ship straightened out on the run- way. Then, after one breathless moment. of suspense, I removed both hands from the plane and watched it do a beautiful little flight, land- ing on both wheels. from the gallery. Loud cheers rang out Throwing my composure aside, I managed to beat the souvenir hunters to the plane. Ruth- lessly, I ordered them back, and prepared for the second flight. Since the instruction book said to give the propeller a hundred and forty turns on a regular flight, I complied with the instructions. If the machine was hard to hold before, it was doubly hard now. The propeller struggled to jerk loose from my grasp, and the ship itself showed a tendency to flop over in my hands and sock me on the chin. The feel- ing came over me that if by chance the fuselage ever slipped from my hand and I continued to hold on to the propeller, the ship would revolve as fast as the prop ordinarily would and leave me in the position of a man holding a chicken by the legs after he had almost cut its head off with an ax. I tried to put this il- lusion out of my mind. However, I managed to get the plane on the ground without any- thing breaking away from me. With the plane fighting me every inch of the way— straining at the leash, as it were. My idea was to get rid of the thing in the shortest possible time. Snatching both hands away I let go all around, and with a savage whir of the prop it rose into the air. After rising for about forty feet I lost view of it in the sun. When I caught sight of it again it was headed straight for my neck, in a speed dive that would make Doolittle look slow. I saved myself from decapitation by throwing myself flat on the ground, and as soon as the winged death had passed overhead I jumped up and ordered the crowd back. I was interrupted in the middle of my speech by a sudden swish behind me. Glancing hastily over my shoulder, I beheld the Hawk about twenty feet away, coming directly at me like a _ rocket! I looked hurriedly for shelter. The house was too far away, and I realized in an instant that I could never run away from the plane. There was only one thing to do, and without an instant’s hesitation I did it. I dove head first into a rose-bed close at hand. I regretted the action practically as soon as I had taken it. A number of spikes were beginning to make themselves felt around my person, and my position struck me as being undignified in the extreme. Backing slowly out I rose to my feet, and attempted to remove a thorn that had empaled me between the shoulder-blades. At exactly that moment the Curtiss Hawk, like a demon of the air, zoomed down at me from behind a cloud where it had been hiding, waiting for me to come out from under the bushes. With uncanny accuracy the plane was headed straight for my mid-section. Intuitively I dove once more for the rose-bed, only this time I went in backwards. The plane missed me by the width of the paper that I am now setting my adventures upon, and disappeared over the orchard. I was rapidly becoming de- moralized. The multitude—my public, as it were—had apparently gone into hysterics. As for my part I felt like a human pincushion. Cautiously peering out from under the bushes I spotted the ship, with all vicious fire and snap spent, gliding to earth. Seeing that the thing was harmless I emerged Tet = E fe aw ole B A N Ce ks e's ele A se tae Os 1: from under my cover. It was all over now, but it was only boneheaded luck that permitted me to live to tell the tale. Distrustfully I eyed the landing ship. Just at the opportune moment a playful little breeze caught the plane and directed it at my rear anatomy. Instinct told me to dive for the bush and dive I did, but the plane was just a little bit too fast for me. It caught me in the rear just as I entered. The plane and I Sentiment O foolish youth! presumptuous soul! You aimed your shaft too high And undershot your goal. “Abandon ship,” is reason’s cry; Says pride, “Stick by.” As round by round the fight Progresses to a close So go we through this life To ultimate repose. —Humpurey Nasu. dove into the bush together, and the only rea- son that the plane didn’t hit the bush before I did was that I was in its way. One comforting feature about the thing was that the plane was even more of a wreck than I, if such a thing were possible. Two months’ work had been ruined in one fatal flight, but I had to admit that the ship would fly. 1 even did better than that; I admitted that it would fly a thousand feet. Shucks, it flew farther than that just chasing me. Modern Versions Tune “Coming thro’ the Rye” ‘Gin’ a fellow meet a fellow Skating on the rink Ought a fellow ask a fellow If he’d have a drink. CHORUS All my friends have good old port; None they say have I, But all the ‘leggers’ wink at me When I come ’round to buy. —Humpurey Nasu. Di ae ‘RE Ege Aus N: D G RY ACY Pptotorr Latina Rediviva By Dick DyeEr “May 7, 1941. “Marseilles, France “Adolph Spitzoff, “In Charge of African Exploration for the Dominion of Canada, “Ottawa, Canada. “Reference statement you made several years ago in Berlin I now have some inter- If you will come to Gibraltar on next steamer, will meet you there est ing data on subject. Cable me your inten- this and disclose my plans. In cable confidential. tions. meantime consider contents “Johanson Wanson.”’ HE preceding cable interrupted my break- fast on Monday morning, May the eighth. As to the meaning of “statement you made sev- eral years ago in Berlin,” I was dumbfounded. After considerable meditation a thought began to dawn upon me, I’ was overwhelmed with enthusiasm. Telephoning the transportation bureau I learned that the next ship for Gibral- tar left at twelve o’clock noon. Tuesday, and reserved a cabin on Deck B. I then cabled my good friend Johanson that I would be with him Friday in Gibraltar. My next move was to in- form the Premier that I was leaving for Gibral- tar and had no idea when I would be back. 3eing a bachelor, with no kind wife to aid me, my trunks were packed in a fashion known only to bachelors—the sight of which would have prostrated any good housewife. The four days between Montreal and Gibral- tar lasted four months. Upon my arrival it could be seen that my friend also was highly excited. His greetings were more automatic than sentimental, for heavier thoughts weighed his mind. Johanson instructed m e to check my trunks at the hotel as I would not need them. He had already purchased the outfits I would need and had them packed and “in the aero- plane.”’ plane, but he merely said to come along and I questioned what he meant by aero- never mind. Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, I observed a bi-motored amphibian in an adjoining field. In the plane were two burly chaps and a pilot to whom Johanson gave instructions to start immediately. By this time I was bubbling over with ques- tions and began blurting them out faster than How- ever, I soon learned that, in reference to my the poor professor could answer them. “statement in Berlin,” while traveling in Africa six months before he had found an area of some three hundred miles, surrounded by a dense thicket of impregnable thorns, and upon flying over the spot had found the growth of thorns to be cut short by a sheer drop of what he estimated to be eight hundred feet. Johan- son also observed that the inside wall of this drop was bordered by some two miles of the same type of thorn. This same held true wher- ever he flew within this area. This made the place inaccessible by foot. Moreover, he said he would swear he had seen smoke issuing from several places in the ground. He wasn’t sure whether he would find a place to land in that two hundred square miles of jungle, but could only hope for the best. Upon reaching our destination we circled the area for several hours before we found a land- ing-place, a small clearing in which it would be necessary to pan-cake. In landing our wheels hit a root, the plane nosed over, and one pro- peller was split into several pieces. Luckily Dis- embarking from the plane, we set out through After several hours’ walking with nothing eventful we had provided for any such accident. the jungle to examine our new find. happening, we retraced our steps to the ship. It was dusk before we reached the spot where we had left the plane. But, there was no plane to be found! The grass surrounding the place was trampled and the imprints of a three-toed animal were found. Following the wheel- prints of the aeroplane we found they led through a narrow path in the jungle, through which the plane could not possibly have passed we had not come sooner. han tet: Rear. oD ZIV: D GRAY Gee hO lO MK with its wings extended. More startling still, was the fact that we found no pieces of fabric on the branches of the low-hanging trees. This situation was serious. Here it was al- most dark, and we without any shelter for the night. If we remained on the ground, we were at the mercy of prowling beasts (if there were any ). have two men. stay on guard. It seemed best to take to the trees and In the morning, Turning a bend in the trail, we were con- we again took up the chase. fronted by a large open door in a high cliff. We entered and turning our flashlights upon the walls found they were lined with hiero- glyphics somewhat resembling those of the ancient Egyptians. Proceeding further into the cave we discovered steps, at the bottom of which was our aeroplane—with the wings folded back. But, aeroplanes don’t run away! So absorbed were we in the recovery of the ship, we did not hear approaching footsteps. Upon looking up, to our surprise we were sur- rounded by several rows of short, slender, but muscular looking men. They were not black, but resembled more the red of our extinct American Indian. These men closed in on us and motioned us to march ahead. Through caverns and tunnels we walked, until we finally came to a large amphitheatre with high per- pendicular walls. We were led before a man bedecked with many ornaments and a purple loin-cloth. Much to our surprise, he carried a pair of six-shooters, one in either side of his jeweled belt. He was seated on a three-toed animal somewhat resembling a Shetland pony (here was the ancestor of our present day horse). Addressing us in Latin, this man asked us who we were. The group about him gasped in wonderment when we answered him in the same tongue. It was quite apparent that these folk thought us supernatural beings, with whom only their king could communicate. The mon- arch told us we were welcome, and asked why Come sooner! What did he mean? What did this all mean? Who were these people? That was my first ques- WwW Sa tion to the king—‘‘Who are you and who are these people?” “T am King Bla-ah,” said he, “and these are my people. Oh, it’s a long story. About nine thousand years ago an Egyptian party marched south, exploring the territory in this vicinity. They were attacked by the descend- ants of the few Atlantians who had escaped before the country sank under the waves. Be- ing unprepared for war the Egyptians were driven back. Don’t misunderstand me, sir— these were not the Egyptians you know, but the race that existed in Egypt before the tribes from the vicinity of Babylon over-ran the place and killed off the rightful owners of the land of the Nile. upon an abyss about thirty feet wide, across which they threw a bridge. In their retreat they came They were driven across this, the Atlantians hot on their heels. Twenty miles further back were they driven before they rallied. A hot battle ensued, dur- ing which a terrific earthquake broke loose, widening the abyss to three hundred feet. Re- turn was cut off forever. The two races have intermingled; the product of which, you see before you.” “Ho! Ho!” exclaimed I, “so my theory was partly correct. This accounts for the papyrus which told of the band that had set out and never been heard of again. Little wonder we couldn't connect it up with any of our other finds. It was written by an entirely different race. I was sure this party did not merely pass out of existence. Not bad, eh! Professor ?” “But my dear sir,’ queried Johanson in his sing-song voice, “how did you know how to fold back the wings of the plane? And, stran- ger still, where did you learn to speak Latin? And, best of all, where did you get those pis- tols?” “Ask that of your friend Adolph.” (How did he know my name?) “If he doesn’t know, he has a poor memory,” and with that he re- marked, “Excuse me a minute, gentlemen.” Returning several minutes later, King Bla- ah was groomed as stylishly as any dapper Englishman ever seen. Had I not seen: this .3.3.3.0—-s—eoeooOoOoOoOooaoooasS ———eeeeeeeee THe BOR ED. ee man before? I most assuredly had. He was the gentleman who had had the cabin next to mine on the boat and to whom the steward had sold two guns the day the ship landed. This was too much, but the king came to my rescue —“You see,” he admonished, “‘some two thou- sand years ago, an ancestor of mine found a way along an underground river, by which he could leave this place and go into the out- side world. Visiting Rome many times, he learned Latin. This has remained a secret, handed down from father to son. My sub- jects believe I possess superhuman powers, be- cause of my many guns, which I have brought Gana, BOO ak back with me from time to time. “If you wonder how I got here before you— I didn’t. I stowed away in your airship. I heard your speech in Berlin in Nineteen thirty- eight, and to help you prove your point, I went to your friend Johanson. Together, we planned this expedition. “And now, go back to the civilized world and leave us alone. If you wish, you may take several of my subjects with you as proof of your discovery, but don’t disclose the position of this world of mine. I will come to see you often. Good luck and good-bye!” hes lend, Two Poems By Davip SwWETLAND The swift winged clouds are flying, a benighted bird is crying, And the open road is calling me away; I seek not the well trod highway, but some quiet dreamy byway, I shall travel the pungent pine strewn trails to- day. A vagrant breeze is blowing, and a silver stream is flowing, I’ve a challenge for the blithesome, rowdy breeze— I shall stretch my arms to greet it, and I'll gladly run to meet it, As it lifts the grass in waves, and bends the trees. With the tiny forest creatures, and the earth and sky as teachers, Who will blame me if I seek a rustic way? For I joy at what shall claim me, now the wanderlust is in me, I must out and seek the open road today. Leaves and lace and ferns of ice and fugitives of grass, With spirits loose from the bonds of earth He drew them on the glass. [ 36 ] TES EE dee a AVN D GPRVASY! FB OGVO’K LLicmimaste hides By Ep Pecx “ RAB the ether,” commanded a rough (SG voice at my elbow, “and hold your mitts there unless you want to push up daisies.” Raising my hands, I cautionsly peered around. My assailant was a man of admirable propor- tions. His cold menacing eyes peered forth from the tight silk mask which covered half of his face, while the large unswerving hand which seemed to smother his gun convinced. me that I should gain nothing by violence. Standing there, I asked him as coolly as I could under those circumstances what he wanted and if he wanted anything, why in blue blazes didn’t he hurry up and take it. These words had been jerked out of me be- cause my arms were getting tired from their long-continued elevation, and also because my captor didn’t show any sign of life other than to register faint interest in my expostulations and utter a slow sardonic laugh. His answer was a low whistle to whose summons three men dressed in black and armed similarly to their chief appeared from out the surrounding darkness, cutting off any chance of escape that I might have contemplated. At the same in- stant a low, powerful touring car whirled up to the curb. A sudden light dawned upon me. “You aren’t going to take me for a ride?” I asked. Without answering he prodded me in- to the car with the point of his gun. As the powerful car whirled us through the darkness, I thought to myself of the numerous threats sent to me by mail and also those that I had received in the courtroom. There was Nick Vettelli, whom I had given a life sentence ; there was Bull McVaney who had just finished a stretch up the river for five years on account of my sentence. It wasn’t likely that either of these two would dare to carry out the threats that they had made. A thought struck me. Wasn’t this man Killer Grant? That drawn face, moody features and dark brooding silence could belong to no other man. Then I remembered the threat that he had made in the courtroom right after I had sentenced his brother to the hot squat. Venturing a long throw, I asked, “What are you going to do He started perceptibly ; then said, “By recognizing me you have re- with me, Grant?” moved my last scruple.” He relapsed into his former state of silence, evidently pondering over my fate. A moment elapsed; then pulling out a handsome gold watch he added in an angry growl, “You will know in exactly one minute.” Up to this time I had felt myself assured that they would never dare to kill such a prominent man as I, Judge Patrick Graham: Once the police should find out about the fore- casted murder, the killer would have no chance, for he would be hunted down, routed out, and finally hung by the neck until dead. I thought about everything except the trag- edy that awaited me. I wondered whether that low-down Joey Steinburgh, my next door neighbor, would laugh and clap his fat hands together, saying that it served me right for having his dog shot because of the ruining of my wife’s best bed of flowers. A thousand and one things flashed across my mind. I seemed to be drifting into the deep serenity of uncon- sciousness, when the cold level voice of my tor- mentor aroused me. “Seven seconds to go.” Seeing his forefinger tighten perceptibly on the trigger, I tensed myself for the issue to come, saying in a voice that seemed to come out of nowhere, “Do you think that you can get away with this?’’ His answer was a grim chuckle, accompanied by the roar of a thousand cannon, a spurt of fire, blue lights before my eyes, and a dark, black bottomless abyss. I was falling down, down into a dark blue ethereal void. I seemed to be falling with in- credible rapidity. Here and there streaks of fire showed up under and beside me. Darting comets they seemed, strange heavenly sentinels, come to accompany me on my downward way. 1 wondered in my foolish fancy whether if one of these streaks of fire would take me to the Te. Tees Re D A N D GIRVASYS SRV OtOrK ground safely if I managed to climb aboard it. As if in answer to my thought one of these streaks showed up right under me. Grasping it | was surprised to find that it did not burn my hand and still more surprised to find my- self safely on the ground. Climbing off from my fiery mount with great difficulty, I started up a long road that seemed to stretch ahead of me indefinitely. The road was fringed on either side with tall dark trees that seemed to grow to an incredible height. The way was long and difficult and I found myself becom- ing weaker at every step. As luck would have it, there was not a stone or log in sight and wonder of all wonders there was not even a park bench, so I staggered along with a certain pain in my side becoming greater at every step. For what seemed about two hours, I carried As I went farther, the road gradually became rockier, and on numerous oc- casions I tripped and fell, only to get up again with the greatest kind of labor. The pain in my side was becoming greater, yet I dared not linger for the ever-present fear that those cruel men might catch me and add more tortures to my already over-burdened body. For what seemed eternity, I stumbled on. My only goal was my house, where those men could not find me. Night had fallen asd strange unearthly whis- pers dogged my footsteps; Ghostly faces seemed to peer at me from out the surrounding on in this way. darkness. The face of Nick Vetelli, the eyes bulging, the tongue hanging out, seemed to sway above the road like a pendulum of death. Other faces of condemned criminals joined his and soon I was surrounded by grinning ghosts and leering death’s heads. I shrieked aloud, putting all my agony into one long-pent up scream of pain. Suddenly I saw the door of my house before me. Thinking that my im- agination had played a false trick upon me, I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them again to engage again upon my laborious jour- ney. The house was still before me. Gasping hoarsely, I managed to reach the front door, from where I could hear a piano softly playing, and mingled bursts of childish laughter, I started to cross the threshold, when I felt an acute pain in my side; again the bright sparks ; then darkness. The policeman on his beat the next morning saw a large grey touring car, wrapped around a telephone pole. Upon investigation the back seat was found to contain two people: one, a stocky, dark, athletic-looking Italian, who had a conscious smile of triumph set in the waxy face of death; the other was a light-complexioned stern-looking man of about fifty years of age. Both corpses were in natural positions. The next morning the papers ran these headlines: MYSTERY CONNECTED WITH THE DEATH OF THE LATE JUDGE GRA- HAM. By Their Words Ye Shall Know Them Mr. Stephens: “Well, now, in my fifteen years’ experience in teaching—ahem—lI have Mr. McCarthy: “I want to see Shiverick.” Mr. Adams: “Good Gawsh! Whatsa mat- ter with you birds, anyway?” Mr. Roundy: “Clear? What?” Mr. Mac: “Your grandmother’s ducks!” Sip: “Ar-r-r-!” Affelder: “Nuts, Bellamy, you’re lying!” Arter: “Aw! bloe ’em all up; see if I givea gosh darn!” Bellamy: “Oh, gah-reat gah-rief, that’s ter- rific !” 38 Craig? “Huhe” Tracyom Well, some day. ....... o Nash: “Nay, mate—mahwooned.” Coulton: “Oh, geez, that was a_ swell match.” Calfee: “More bread, please.” Swetland: “Oh, yeah!” (Yes, that’s right) Webster: “H’yah, pal, h’yah.” Aeolus, Keeper of the Winds: ‘Now, I’d just like to say a few words to you boys about the-library. 7.0038 Jt Gere Rae. ALIN GR Ainyo eB O00 Os K “Good Morning, Dear Teacher” je a small country day school near Cleveland there is a very unusual group of teachers. In certain ways this group is so unusual that it’s funny. The trouble is, it’s so funny that it sometimes is completely over the heads of the poor students. To begin with there is Charles R. Mathe- matics. He’s the headmaster and rules all with an iron hand. He has a peculiar capability for being at the right place at the right time, or, relatively speaking, at the wrong place at the wrong time. Many’s the poor lad about to playfully toss a classmate out of a window or drop a desk on someone’s head, who has looked up and seen the boss quietly staring at him with a fiendish gleam in his left eye. Besides this unusual ability, this man has done more for public sentiment than any man in America. When a public sentiment is strong enough to keep a guy like Webster from throwing erasers, you just know that that public sentiment has been built like the Rock of Gibraltar, only fas- ter: Then there’s Johannus MacCarthicus, first declension, masculine gender. His hand is like iron, too, only heavier. He uses it to pound irregular verbs into dim bulbs and to pound versification of the Aeneid into equally bril- liant Seniors. This gent is the founder of the S. T. K. O. A. S. (Society to kill off all sis- sies). He is absolutely sure that the younger generation is soft, very soft. Why, when he was. a boys... : And that gleaming personality with a jaw like the back of a Mack Truck, Evangeline Adams, the terror of the Main! Here is a fellow who throws people bodily out of class, slams a football squad around like so many rag dolls, and then has the nerve to write beautiful poetry. Tsk, tsk. Paul Circular is a well-rounded individual. He’s a champion of the Round Table, too. Nothing much bothers this gentleman. He can work industriously upon the stage, utterly ob- livious to the rain of hammers and screw drivers about him from the loft above, and to the violent shouting and swearing of Arter and his crew. But there must be something wrong with a fellow who laughs like a hyena when a lead casting blows up and spatters on the walls, frightening Johnnie out of a few years’ growth. Gilbert M. Smitty is the strong silent man of this distinctive group. He’s that dark, hand- some fellow who raises a mustache and shaves it off every three months to put some variety in- to this teaching racket. Maybe he does it be- cause the cops are after him. Or possibly to keep that Senior French class in a continual state of anxiety so they'll work. Who knows? That tall fellow rubbing his nose is Alexan- der Ross MacMayhem. He plays spelling games with eighth graders at lunch and wins their ice cream. His hobby is collecting un- usual names and phrases such as “Dum- norix,” “Elizabeth,” “Shorty,” and “Don’t die in the house.’’ I never could understand this last one. Possibly he means that the student should go outside and throw a fit on the green- sward, or maybe it’s a polite word for scram. His Majesty’s Sovereign, the S. S. Tuffy is the ship of state of the Lower School. He is such a cruel guy that he laughs out loud when he bawls out some miniature Al Capone. He and MacMayhem and McCarthicus and Circu- lar and Smitty have a club which they call the Tankard Club. They get together on dull af- ternoons and run (in the Ford) to South Eu- clid for a tankard of coffee each. Personally, I think this coffee is diluted bird seed, but these gents seem to have iron-clad esophagi. Hiram Silo Whiffletree is a country boy from the sticks. He is the best dressed man of the group, and has certainly made good in the big city. Although I doubt the sanity of any man who coaches the Christmas Play all alone, this long-legged fellow seems quite ra- tional and sane on any subject except Amherst College. I guess he went there or something. The little dapper gent who runs Hiram Silo a close second when it comes to putting on the [2 J THe EA oR ME oN D GER tA LY See Ono mR dog is Thayer Michigan. He’s a cynic and a physical culturist. Whotta Man! If we all drank as much water as he says and stood as straight as he says and exercised as much as he says, the doctors would all be broke in a couple of months. Elmer Peewee Supple is the dainty little thing in the shop. His hands are as big as my head and his shoulders are so broad he has to see a tent-maker to get a suit fitted. In the faculty basketball games, when old Sip gets roaring like a bull and charging down the floor, strong men cry out in terror and women and children flee to shelter. The Flaming Printer from Pennsylvania is also a Science Teacher. tematic guy in the world. That Physics Lab is so orderly that even Tracy can find a 300 cc. beaker in one second, provided he remembers the right place to look. He is the most sys- Sir William Thomas Smith Baker, Esq., P. Db. Q., R. S. V. P., is the country gentieman from the county of South Euclidshire in deah owld Ohio. Each summer Uncle Bill starts his back-to-nature movement and goes into re- tirement with his chickens and flowers and veg- etables. It’s pretty hard to imagine this dis- tinguished looking Englishman’ with his pert mustache running around‘in overalls (not the mustache, dope), but it’s trtie anyway. Robert Blower Bruiser plays the fiddle, saxo- phone, piano, clarinet, banjo, guitar, and I guess he can beat a drum. (Any guy could after all that.) He has successfully led the orchestras: and Glee ‘Clubs of the past years without having a stroke. tell. He;'too, is disgusted with the spineless younger generation, but again you never can tell. But you never can Horatio Adolphus Aylardus is the chancellor of the Exchequer. His brow is perpetually creased with worry. He will fight tooth and nail to collect twelve cents postage from the 40 Year Book Board, and is firmly convinced that no good can ever come of a business undertak- ing of the boys, such as this book. Mrs. Adams, poor creature, besides having to teach the Second Grade, is married to the flaming deacon, Evangeline. Enough said. Miss Luehrs is one of the most fortunate people in Cleveland. When someone may speak of a prominent alumnus of Hawken, she is the only one who can smile and say, “I taught him to read. I can remember when he ran around in knee pants and got his first scolding from a teacher.”’ Mrs. Fouts, being also a music teacher, is endowed with the patience of Job. While Mr. Brewer has the Glee Club, she has to teach the little fellows to sing. By the time we get as far as the Glee Club we can at least attempt to sing. But imagine explaining chords and keys and sharps and flats to a bunch of squirming children, Mr. Brewer. Mrs. Travis is the lady who pedals the organ. She has. to interpret the mood of the assembly and set the pace for the hymns accordingly. For example, on Monday morning she must take it slowly at first and gradually work us up to a decent tempo. However, on Friday eve- ning we are apt to run away from her in our impassioned zeal. And last of all we come to Miss Elbrecht, who 1s the keystone to the arch of our school. Has anyone ever thought of the terrific muddle which would ensue if she were to suddenly dis- appear? Absolutely everything would halt. The school would be at a standstill, everyone’s hand would be tied until she came back. We'd better watch her. niet Well, generally speaking, I think we should be proud of our Faculty. They have their off days and little shortcomings, but after all, they aren't so bad. They might be worse. —By Armour Crate. Siow s ae 2 ane aD ZN ald Cae Ay ok: ae Gh OVLK Sorta Satire By Homer Zitcu MattrHeEs AM dumbfoundly groping for the soap. Frew slams the puck to Doraty, who swats | Alas, it is not Ivory, and has not floating the puck through the legs at the goalie, giving power. Tsk, why did I take a bath without him curvature at the “‘spin.” Ivory Soap? I used a kind designated to me Literature by Gordon James. by others—Camay. The frost, ah! what frost, That is Hubbard Little’s sort of sentence. I love it at any cost. The pictures it paints there Make me tear my hair. Only a sample of Swetland, the master poet. And so Cap’n Alphouse sticks the harpoon into the neck of the eel whose hips are wrig- gling in a frantic effo rt to free himself, but Cap'n Alphouse catches him. I see a dog. I call the dog. The dog waves his tail. I like the dog. His name is Spot. He is my dog. Sentence variety by William Calfee. “Harketh,” crieth sire Nigle de Beaubeau, “cometh here thou unscrupulous villaine.” “Nertse,’’. respondeth ye persone in ye cloth- inge black, “thou knowest not that I am ye Some of “Ike” Gale’s seaweed. Oil comes from Zilchville. They get it in ile ar ae Set et cy nae: 2 ie TCs noe ; knight, Sire Billowe de Bagobago. tanks. They ship it to different countries. risaf RiaaiC eine : : f The latter'is a form of Ed Peck’s writing. Whales give oil. As the brilliant sun is depicted silhouetting An oily story by “Budd” Matthes. the morbid people of the pearly waters of sil- And, as we turn to the society section, we very lagoon, the morbid toxicologist is depicted find that Robert Webster was the great multi- picking his teeth. bigamist. Tis just a sample of R. Webster’s writing. An episode of Bob Coulton’s stories. Her snow-white marble buildings lie, THE CATHEDRAL OF NOTRE DAME Hidden ‘neath the jungle’s green IN PARIS And for.an age no mortal eye Hath her wondrous beauty seen. By Ep Peck In her damp and musty halls Outlined against the bleak November sky, There is no ray of light nor cheer Stand fretted spires and towers high: And the very silence falls A noble pile yet cold and bare, Harski tipon the ear. Of fluted columns wrought with care. The court where turmoil and strife Took place throughout the year Is void of any form of life And‘ desolate and drear. If stone could speak, so dark, so fell. What wondrous stories it could tell, Mad Louie’s rites and ceremonies gay Would seem to it as yesterday. Her battlements and ramparts Are now mingled with the clay Then in that fell turmoil scene, For man nor god nor wall nor space Mad Paris ’censed, her streets obscene. The hands of time can stay. Throughout it all unmoved she stood. —Humpurey Nasu. “Pray speak Oh Church, Oh that you could.” THe oR ENDL oe GRAY Ge ONO K SAGA When twilight deepens into dark, And the fireflies’ fitful, gleaming spark Dances in and out among the trees When the stars begin to twinkle And the dew drops gently sprinkle Fanned by the soft midsummer breeze. Tis then that past scenes come to mind: When I left the world behind To tread where no man ever trod before When the jungle was my home And I was free to roam Ah! that I might live it but once more. —Humpurey Nasu. SONG OF THE SURF O, the salt sea’s pounding in my blood With the pulse and the surge and the rush of the flood On the long-drawn curve of the lonesome beach, And the slow, last swerve of the wave in its reach To the beach. O, the tumbling, trampling burst of the charge Where the might of an ocean is rolling at large, And the hooves of its chargers are flashing with foam, All dripping with green from the emerald throne Of the foam. Now surge follows surge; the harmonic throng Pounds bass in Nature’s orchestral song, While the wind off the shore sings in the reeds, And shrill overhead the melody pleads With the reeds. —Davip SwETLAND. DE WIN D’otheh night w’en Pappy en ole Uncle Eben was out a-visitin’ Dat was w’en Ah listened to de Win. Hit were a-singin’ ob hits life; Hit were a-w’stlin’ ob de centuries. How come, Win, does Ah get sick an’ cry, An’ yuh, why, yuh goes on forevah? Lawdy, Ah’d lak to be yuh, Win! wEP But den, Ah suppose, Yuh got yo’ troubles too. Sho ain’t cozy, Am hit, Win, t’be out en De rain en de storm? —Davin SWETLAND. TO° PHS -KINGUATS THE BARULE see CRG Y By Ep Precx Lead on thou brave and mighty king. The Trumpets in my ears do ring, The battle cry of old is new, England and St. George—and you. The foeman’s line is weaker now. Men wield the sword instead of plow. In English ears this cry doth ring, England and St. George—the King. Proud France is humbled in this hour. She now is feeling England’s power. Her proud flag’s lilies drag the dust, Though Men of France have filled their trust. But with triumphant voice we English sing, England and St. George—the King. He too long in the fields has played, Too long his classtime squandered ; Too far from studies has he strayed, An easy mark for any maid; Too oft recalled by cruel tirade From whence he had just wandered. —HuvuMPHREY NASH. [ 42 ] E Re ED AaN DD GRR a Aaa poe On On Kk ACER EARS [ 43 J SENIOR FOOTBALL GROUP Front Row (L to R): Davenport, Goff, Lincoln, Collacott. Little, H. Mathes, Vilas, Peck, Morse. Dyer, Halloran, Gale, M. Mathes. Second Row: Swetland, Wilson, Back Row: Calfee, Webster, Craig, The Senior Football Season—1931 HE situation confronting the Senior Football Squad of 1931 reflected the changing condition in Hawken School. The elimination of the eleventh and twelfth grades, combined with the fact that many of the best players of the previous year’s Middler team had enrolled in Eastern Preparatory Schools, made it essential to develop a Hawken football team from what was left. The faculty appointed Mr. Adams, the for- mer Middler coach, and Mr. Roundy to work out the situation. Expectations were not high. The team lacked the weight of the former Senior teams and the co-ordination of the previous year’s Middler team, and therefore the record of the team could not be called disap- pointing. The positions of the players were constantly changed throughout the season, which, to be sure, is fine training but devastat- ing to a team’s ability to work together. 44 The team’s first opponent was Park School. Because of its inexperience and lack of weight, Park offered little resistance as the score of forty to nothing indicates. In the second game, the tables were turned, this time with Hawken at the short end of the score. Brush Junior High proved too strong for Hawken, although Hawken’s actions in the first quarter seemed to indicate that they would do better than the results showed. The game ended in a fourteen to nothing victory for Brush. A second game was played with Park School. Hawken used a much lighter team this time. Park was again held scoreless, although at one time they made a serious threat at Hawken’s goal which was stopped on our seven yard line. Park held Hawken to twenty-seven points. When the game played against Western Re- serve Academy on October 28 is mentioned ..3.°5.0°—0SSSSfT eee oe «ees 3 hie ae AA among Hawken’s last year players, it has been observed that they often wince. Hawken was trampled over and beaten twenty-six to seven. Lincoln and Matthes are credited with Haw- ken’s seven points. Lincoln intercepted a pass on his own thirty-five yard line and raced through the entire W. R. A. team for a touch- down. Matthes converted the extra point by hitting the line. The one major game which Hawken ex- pected to win was with Mayfield School. Nevertheless, by some quirk of fate, this game also was lost. Hawken made six powerful threats at Mayfield’s goal, but lost the ball on downs five times inside the fifteen yard line. The other time Dyer pushed the ball over from the six yard line on a plunge. The final score was thirteen to six. There is the game of which twenty years from now graduates of Hawken School will tell their sons. It had poured rain constantly for five days previous to this game. Tackling was like trying to catch a greased pig. Hawken was fighting mad because of their humiliation at the hands of this same Western Reserve Academy team several weeks previously. In the first quarter Lincoln caught a pass and zig- zagged twenty-five yards for a touchdown. The half ended with Hawken leading six to nothing. Hawken had high hopes of winning. In the third quarter, W. R. A. scored a touchdown and extra point. Hawken was held twice for downs inside W. R. A.’s thirteen yard line. The Middler HIS year the Middler football squad had only a partially successful season; two games were won and three were lost. Mr. Sipple and Mr. Smith coached this group and did a good job in spite of the fact that the Senior squad took all the heavy players of any ability. The first outside game, resulting in a Haw- ken victory, was played with Park School at GRRTALY Gh. O. OK In the last two minutes of play, W. R. A. scored another touchdown, winning thirteen to Six. This year’s football season was a great les- son to the players. They learned that victory is not the essential thing, but the spirit with which the game is entered. There were but two injured men, but these were quite seriously hurt. Bob Coulton seriously tore a shoulder ligament on the first day, and so was lost the rest of the season. In the last game, Ken Baker suffered a severe break in the lower left leg. The senior football banquet was held at school just after the close of the season. Web- ster was elected honorary captain for the sea- son just closed. The letter men for 1931 then elected C. Collacott as captain for 1932. The letter men were: Hallaran H. Matthes Wilson Calfee Gale Webster Baker Davenport B. Matthes Collacot Dyer Lincoln Morse es: Ar AnA Bo mMODtDTHyAAOHA se Re Football Season Park, the score being 6-0. In the next game, held at Hudson with Western Reserve Acad- emy, Hawken, contrary to expectations, was overwhelmed by a much heavier, though not much cleverer, team. The lopsided score was 35-0, Reserve’s favor. Roxboro visited Haw- ken the first week in November, defeating us after a hard-fought game which was not de- cided until the final minutes of play since the Ler) MA © Bate) ¥itu ie. 7B) A. N D A 133 0 Re Chew 4 GOR In the last broke teams were very evenly matched. fleeting seconds a Roxboro half-back away on a long run to make the winning touch- down, and the game ended 13-7, visitors’ favor. In the second of the Hawken-Reserve series, we were again defeated, 14-0. This time the teams were fairly even, and an exciting game game a 13- was seen on our field. The season’s last resulted in a second victory over Park by O score on our own field. Besides these five outside games, a series of three Red and Gray contests were held. Of these the Grays won two and the Reds one. The scores follow: Grays 6 — Reds 0 Grays 7 — Reds 0 Grays 0 — Reds 13 Hruby and Mihalik starred for the Grays’ team, while Merryweather and Morse were the principal Red point-makers. LOWER FOOTBALL GROUP Front Row (L to FR): Wischmeyer, Putnam, Swetland, Tolles, Hoyt, Furrer, Inkley, Second Row: Spring, McKay, Craig, Clapp, Taplin, Taylor, Morse, Pierce. Last Row: Gillies, DeWitt, Bishop, Walker, Dyer, Peck, Turner, and Mr. Haydn. Lower School Football HIS year the Lower Group, consisting of the boys in grades five, six and seven, was again divided into two factions, the Cy- clops and Vikings. A number of games were played, the Vikings winning five as against two won by the Cyclops. The -Vikings had an able leader in Ernest Furrer as had the Cyclops in Tom Taplin. Two outside games were also held, both with the Fairfax Independents. The first of these terminated ‘with the score 6-6, 46 LTS their opponents the first half, were finally de- feated 14-7. Besides this, a part of the Mid- dlers’ first game with Park School was also played by a lower team, and several of the out- standing players such as Taplin and Furrer took part in the Middler Red and Gray series. This group was coached by Mr. Haydn again this year, assisted part of the time by Armour Craig, who was in charge of the third and fourth grades. : In the second, Hawken, after out-playing ae i ties a a) ae certs eater iho Bettie SENIOR BASKET BALL TEAM (L to R): Charles Collacott, James Lincoln, Bud Matthes, Peter Hallaran, Jack Wilson, Henry Matthes, Channing Goff. The Senior Basket Ball Season HE Senior Basket Ball Season seemed to be a direct reflection of the Football Sea- son. The loss of the game with Roxboro at a scor e of 58 to 17 was a startling upset. Next came a game with Brush in which Hawken was defeated 19 to 13. On Saturday after- noon, February 6th, a game was played with Western Reserve Academy. It is generally conceded that this was the finest and most spectacular game ever played at Hawken. This game resulted in a 20 to 12 victory for Hawken. Another game was played with Rox- boro in which Hawken made a better showing, being defeated only 34 to 30. The return game with Brush was more or less a repetition of the first, resulting in a 17 to 13 victory for Brush. On the second meeting with Western Reserve Academy, Hawken fared less success- fully, being defeated 22 to 18. As an experiment, a combined Senior and Middler Light-Weight Team played the Roose- velt Light-Weights. However, they were de- feated. The traditional Faculty game was played this year, and in the traditional manner the faculty won, but only by 7 points, with a score of 29 to..22: A new system was installed this year for the distribution of points among the Red and Gray Societies. The Middler and Senior Groups were divided into three divisions. Therefore, it was possible; for all members of both the Middler and Sehior Groups to participate in the sport. In each of the first and second groups the Grays won all five games; while in the third group they only succeeded in winning three, the other two resulting in victories for the Reds. The boys who received their letters were : (Capt.) Peter Hallaran—High point scorer Charles Collacott Henry Matthes Bud Matthes James Lincoln John Wilson Channing Goff (Coach) Thayer Horton To Hee ER ible) Pea G UR Aly Fs Of Oe The Lower School Basket Ball Season Notable for the large number of hard- fought, closely-contested games was the Basket Ball Season of the Lower School, so ably supervised by Mr. Haydn. The boys had a two-fold season inasmuch as first there was a round-robin played between four teams and then the annual series between the Vikings and Cyclops. First we will deal with the round-robin. Each team had fifteen games—five games with every other team. At the close of this series the Wolves and Bears were tied for first place. As a result of a play-off between the two, the Wolves, captained by Doug Craig, were pro- claimed champions. Tying for second place were the Lions and Tigers whose play-off re- sulted in a victory for the Tigers, thus bring- ing them into third place. Skating, Skiing, UE to the scarcity of cold weather this season, the participation in winter sports was pratically nil. However, that small bit of snow and cold weather which was to be had was thoroughly enjoyed by all. Under the supervision of Mr. Roundy, the boys went on several ski hikes on the Golf Course and sur- rounding territory. The ice on the tennis courts lasted for sev- eral days, but never reached the smoothness Now commences the major season. The Vikings were each divided into three groups. In the first group the Vikings, captained by H. Spring, who was staunchly supported by A. Bazely and P. Hoyt, won three games to the three of their opponents, the Cyclops, who were led by H. Wishmeyer, and whose most able men were D. Craig, J. Putnam, R. Turner. In the second group the Vikings had an edge on the Cyclops, winning four games to their ad- versaries’ two. The third group was as the first, each team winning three games. The well-trained first team showed the re- sults of their long duration of practice in their game with the seventh grade. However, breaks decided the game and the Lower Schoolers lost 16 to 12. and Coasting necessary for hockey. Consequently, the planned-upon series of hockey games between the Reds and Grays could not be played off. Surpassing all other winter sports in popu- larity was the toboganning and sledding on the hills on the Golf Course. As was the case with those skiing, sled parties were organized which hiked and slid down the hills throughout the course. i 48.) ot ed, SE ER aes YON D Pa a eh sae). On KR Senior Baseball—1931 HE Hawken nine of last year did not with Western Reserve Academy the Hudson seem to possess the same power of work- boys came back with vengeance in their hearts. ing as a unit that has been so prevalent in In a hard fought battle the visitors had the former years. As an outcome the results of upper hand and defeated Hawken 10 to 8. the season were not so satisfactory as had been E : : During the Red and Gray series of three hoped for. : games, the Grays won the first and the Reds The first game, played wi ayfie re- 7 T 1e first game, played with Mayfield, re the two following. These games were at- sulted in a deplorable defeat for Hawken with tended by ‘the entire student-body. whose ett Bicivee ate tt ee anal “Halter : . ; ae ar scotee On 19 pba The Sores. ith Shaker thusiasm makes the games very colorful and was very disappointing also, for the reason that exciting. Hawken was unable to score a single hit. Shaker was starring at the time a pitcher some- he Senior letter men were: what beyond the ordinary high school status . : - ee of Capt. Albert Conkey Gilbert Humphrey Jim Hoyt Calvin Judson The game resulted in a 10 to 3 victory for Shaker. In a game with Western Reserve Academy, Hawken beat its traditional rival in a close Claude Peck game by a score of 7 to 4. The home team on Charles Collacott this day showed exceptionally fine form. Armour Craig The next game was a shut-out for Mayfield Fred Swetland at a score of 13 to 0. In the return game Robert Gale Middler BasebalI—1931 The Middler team was the best that Hawken This ended a great game with a 21 to 20 vic- has exhibited in many years. The team-work tory for Hawken. showed by the boys was exceptional. Mr. Sip- eg Bs Seay ie oe Pata ee x ATi Ce Ty A ple was well satisfied with his players and was In the Red and Gray series the playing power delighted with their excellent showing in the of the two teams appeared at first to be about Belt. equal. However, as the season progressed it ae x. ix a ps . sae lacy . The first game, played with Western Re- became apparent that the Reds were slightly serve. Academy at Hudson, was lost by a superior. The series ended with the Reds - Pa - . ry ; o ATA r 1 cave or ac score of 16 to 5. However, this was due to winning five of the seven games. the fact that it was early in the season and the team had not yet had sufficient practice to- The letter men were: gether to reach their maximum playing ef- Ken Baker ficiency. Dick Morgan The second game with Western Reserve Phil Morse Academy was a game of games. In the ninth F. Hruby inning the score was tied, 20 to 20. On third . John Kerr base was Charles Collacott and on second base Bill Calfee Ken Baker. Bud Humphrey, in whom Haw- Ed Peck ken’s hopes were laid, and quite rightly, hit a Jack Wilson long liner to center field, scoring Collacott. Channing Goff T HE R E D AN Cheat Ue ilo dey, oI BF OLS @ Sots The Senior Track Season (1931) HE record breaking impulse seemed to possess the boys of the Red and Gray So- cieties in the Field Day Meet. As a result several marks fell before the enthusiastic con- tenders. The high jump record was bettered by Cal- vin Judson with a jump of five feet, four inches. Jeff Swetland, better known in hurd- ling circles, took second place. The 350 yard dash was also won by Judson with Jack Dan- forth coming in second. In the cross-country there were no entrants except Judson. As a parting token the cross-country trophy was presented in body as well as in name to Cal who had won the event for the past three years. The 220 yard dash was first and seconded by Al Conkey and Bob Coulton respectively. The same order prevailed in the base running in which Al broke the record by circling the bases in fifteen seconds flat. A toss of 287 feet also won the baseball throw for Conkey. In the 100 yard dash the tables were turned. Coulton beating Conkey for first place. Coul- ton also won the broad jump with a leap of 17 feet 5 inches. Here he was seconded by Bud Humphrey. In the pole vault Swetland, Coulton, and Foose tied for first place with the bar at 8 feet 9 inches. Jeff Swetland with his beautiful style easily won the low hurdles. Almost equaling Crawford’s record was Charles Arter who put the shot 36 feet 2 inches. | In an exciting race the victors, the Reds composed of Coulton, Swetland, Humphrey, Danforth, beat out by a neck the Gray’s team made up of Conkey, Clark, Taplin and Frye. Receiving letters were: Capt. Coulton Swetland Foose Conkey Arter Middler Track (1931) ANY were the records which fell in last year’s Middler Red and Gray Track Meet. The primal cause of this avalanche of new records was Channing Goff. The 100 yard and 75 yard marks fell before this illus- trious young man as he led the field in both events by some ten yards. Coming in second in these two events was Charles Collacott. The low hurdle mark also proved unstable be- fore this bundle of speed. Goff obtained another victory in the base- ball throw with a heave of 285 feet. His clos- est opponent was John Kerr. In the broad jump Goff won with a leap of 18 feet 5 inches. Coming in second in this event was Dick Dyer. Goff tied with Jim Lincoln in the high jump at a mark of 4 feet 11 inches—another record. The base running was extremely close be- tween Collacott and Goff with Collacott com- ing out on top. [ The shot put record was shattered by Dick Dyer with a heave of 30 feet 714 inches. The next best heave was offered by Jim Lincoln for second place. In the pole vault Dick Morgan and Collacott tied for first place at the height of 6 feet 5 inches. Although the Grays came first in the relay they forfeited the event because of a foul. The members of the Gray relay team were Hitchcock, Goff, Capt. Dyer, Lincoln; and of the Reds House, Capt. Collacott, Wallace, Baker. The track team was composed of : Capt. Charles Collacott Channing Goff Dick Dyer Jim Lincoln Dick Morgan 50 ] so H E yee pot ® A N D GR AL oY MUSIC and DRAMATICS BS OrOwK a ea pate ced BY Aaaly. nb PH OK ES ts Goan Ay, SCENE FROM THE CHRISTMAS PLAY The Christmas Play N Friday afternoon, December 18th, a large audience of mothers and fathers and alumni assembled to witness our annual Christmas play. The play, which has no title, was written by Mr. Haydn for the boys, and he also coached the entire production all alone. This drama, in three acts, takes place in a feudal castle of the Middle Ages. Sir Robert of Rolinsberry, a robber knight, returns to his castle as the ac- tion opens, bringing with him a wonderful stranger, a friar, and two merchants as cap- tives for ransom. Surrounded by his court, the lord orders the prisoners to the dungeons below and lays plans for a great feast to be held that evening in the hall. His young son, Edward, and his jester talk together after the court and Sir Robert have departed, and Ed- SCENE FROM TREASURE ISLAND : Tee. 2 | Ue eos 2 he le ay D eo OK STH cans Wau a THE GAME OF CHESS ward grieves that such a kind and wondrous stranger, who has moved him by his stirring talk, should be confined in his father’s dun- geon. He and the jester formulate a plan to liberate the captives after the feast that night. When the feast occurs, the captives are called up to amuse the guests. The friar de- feats Lord Henry, one of the court, in a match with quarter-staves as part of this entertain- ment. Soon the feast ends, and all go to sleep in their chairs and on the floor. In the dead of SCENE FROM TREASURE the night Edward and the jester creep in and steal the dungeon keys from Robert. They let t he captives out of their prison, and all are about to escape. Suddenly, Hugh, a servant, who has overheard the plans of Edward and the jester, rouses the whole company and the prisoners are trapped in the midst of their es- cape. In a calm voice the stranger asks to be allowed to pass to the gate and out into the country again, since the great friar holds off the advancing band of knights with his mighty ee ISLAND [A3..J sere bY 2 Pehle MIB) anely Gh RoAv? ahh Om OeR stave. Robert, having sent Sir John, a knight, to the gate with orders to cut down the draw- bridge, craftily allows the friar and the won- drous stranger to pass. A moment later, Sir John runs back, greatly frightened, to report that the stranger and the friar walked across the unbridged moat with steady pace, all bathed in a bright, clear light. At that instant, light streams in the window and the entire band fall on their knees in adoration as a far-off choir sings “Holy Night,” and the curtain slowly falls. The cast is as follows: if kobertp ayia cna eee Peter Hoyt Jesters. ree Bee eee tee Amasa Bishop Wdward ss hal acetee oe eee Tom Taplin Stan ene. i ge oa eee otal Mackay Brinn Sook sobs ee Eee en Mills Rowden Higst Merchant i... eee Marshall Dyer second “Merenant sy) gem, t'..2 Ted Peck Botdllenty ata. .kan umes... Doug Craig iE J Ohiy 5.4 - . tctn a een) ss OteVE haylor SOUTHICES HS Suan 7e ene ae Frank House Braclers 3... Sica oe eee! Donald Gillies Knights: Hal Wischmeyer, Bob White, Paul Swetland, Shelly Tolles, Dean Morse Servants: Scott Inkley, Bob Turner, Melville Ireland, Bob Crowell, John Putnam, Roger Clapp Minstrels: Ernest Furrer, Bill McCoy, Bill Peck, Jim Greene, John Bazely, Bob Bur- well and Arthur Bazely. The seventh and eighth grade Choir sang off stage in the last scene. The staging effects were done by the older boys under Mr. Roundy’s supervision. The set, with its massive balcony and stair- way of grey stone was very effective. The printing also was done by a group from the ninth grade. After the play, a very successful sale of pic- tures of certain scenes was held in the Com- mons Room. As usual, there was a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in the Commons Room. Blaz- ing log fires were in each of the large fire- places. A long table holding an exhibit of art metal work done under Mr. Sipple flanked one wall, and from the library windows above gar- lands of green were gracefully hung. Sprigs of holly were stuck in each of the side lamps both in the Commons Room and in the Chapel, so that the Spirit of Christmas was everywhere despite the spring-like weather. The Players Club Production N Friday evening, April the 8th, the Players Club presented two plays, “The Game of Chess” and “Treasure Island.” The former is a one-act play written by Kenneth Sawyer Goodwin, and was presented as a cur- tain raiser by the Senior Class. The latter, a dramatization of Stevenson’s famous story, was presented by the boys in grades eight, nine and ten. In “The Game of Chess” Lewis Affelder took the role of the Russian governor, Alexis Alexandrovitch, who, by his exceedingly calm manner and quick thinking, deliberately talks a stupid peasant upriser out of killing him. He allows the man to confront him unmolested by the guard, and then cleverly brings about his death by poison by merely tricking the man in- to believing that they are brothers. Armour Craig took the role of the peasant who is tricked and killed. Charles Arter was Constan- tine, the governor’s secretary and advisor, play- ing a foil part to the character of the governor. Peter Bellamy was an imposing footman. The play, a clever piece of writing, and one requir- ing careful acting, was very well received by our audience. “Treasure Island’s” well-known plot has been cut into a play of three acts and three scenes. Since the cast is so large and the choice of actors was so small, several boys became ac- tors who had never before attempted the art, and several good “‘finds’’ were made. The [| 8] f= Wipe £ ‘RD A Nr ee IN rg Flap A ‘Ba On K play was coached by Mr. Adams, who also Dyer was the swaggering drunkard, Billy coached the “Game of Chess,” and by Armour Bones. Mrs. Hawkins, the busy housewife, Craig. was played by Robert Morse, and the part of Jim Hawkins, the hero of the play, was played The part of John Silver was excellently in- like a real hero by Bill Bishop. terpreted by Robert Webster, who was a per- fect roaring sea-bull. Ed Peck took the part Other pirates, servants and neighbors were: of the aspiring pirate, George Merry. Dr. David Davenport, Jack Wilson, David Swet- Livesy, the unruffled, sincere, practical doctor, land, Jack Turner, John Kerr, Malcom Vilas was admirably played by Hubbard Little. Hume and Fred Hruby. Wallace was the exceedingly English and gentlemanly Syuire Trelawney. Bob Gale was a snappy, crisp Captain Smollet. Ben Gunn, the wild man, was convincingly played by Humphrey Nash, who looked like Robinson Crusoe. Bill Calfee made a most bloodthirsty, yet pathetic, pirate in the role of Israel Hands. Peter Hitchcock was the business-like pirate, Dick Johnson. Tom Morgan was well played Under the general supervision of Charles Arter the stage crew built and illuminated three very fine settings. Many remarked upon the excellent ship-deck scene in the second act. Bob Gale was in charge of the scenery, assisted by Webster, Little and Nutt. Dave Swetland executed the lighting arrangement, assisted by James Lincoln. by Ken Baker. Bud Matthes was the suave Although the audience was not as large as Black Dog, and Bob Coulton’s voice in the role in former years, they saw a fine performance, of Pew, the blind man, was a revelation. Dick well worth-while in all respects. The Choir ECAUSE of the lack of older boys this The members of the choir are: year, the Glee Club has been discon- Robert Bighouse tinued. In its place, the choir has sprung up, Roger Clapp Charles Collacot Ernest Furrer Donald Gillies an organization of seventh and eighth grade boys. This group sings at each Chapel Sery- ice fr ree alcony, serving as , ice trom the organ balcony, serving as the Fred Hruby leaders in the hymn singing. They hold regu- Egon Mihalik lar meetings every Wednesday with Mrs. Boynton Murch Ralph Stickle Thomas Taplin Stevenson Taylor Commencement Day. John Turner Fouts, who is instructing them at present in several numbers which they expect to sing on —; o. Ler Ys Fee Rv. 2) Al uve Dd Ge TP AG LO. gb SAR O Lag ES 0 Who Wants q Fane COURTYARD CEA WER NPAs Pe RE Aa IN LE) (Cw a ae pie (AA Commencement 1931 AST June the customary cheer usually Mr. Carney then arose and spoke to us. pervading our Commencement Exercises Contrary to custom, he preferred to name was slightly dimmed by the shadow of Mr. none of the honors and their winners, naming Carney’s final departure from the school. It only one, that of Head Boy, who this year was was his last day with us and a quiet sorrow was Frederick Swetland. felt by all the boys, and especially those in the Armour Craig then delivered an address to higher classes. In the evening chapel service the departing Seniors, dwelling upon their of the day before Commencement the Seniors humorous idiosyncrasies, and he was followed presented him with a handsome wrist watch, a by David Clark, who delivered one of the best, token of the appreciation and esteem of the most serious and straight-forward Valedictory boys of the school. Addresses which it has been our pleasure to Commencement day was a beautifully mild hear. one with a bright sun in a clear sky. Before Mr. Carney now presented the Seniors with the exercises began at 10 o’clock, many mothers their diplomas and gave the Benediction. The and boys arrived early, bringing great loads of Seniors departed from the Chapel, signifying flowers. These were sorted and artfully ar- their departure from Hawken School. ranged in vases by the mothers, who supervised We now adjourned to the Court, where a the placing of the vases throughout the build- group of cheers were led by Armour Craig, ing. The stage of the Chapel was banked with and then all moved out to the field to witness blazing flowers, a resplendent background for the annual track meet between Reds and Grays the cups and prizes and speakers. for the Field Day Cup. The contest was a The Chapel service began with the filing in thrilling one, growing more and more close of the boys by classes from their rooms. We with each succeeding event, finally being won opened by singing that stirring hymn, “Dear by the Reds. Lord and Father of Mankind,’ which was fol- After the track meet, luncheon was served by lowed by the Chant. John Danforth then read Mrs. Somerville in the Commons Room for a selection from the Bible, followed by the the guests and in the gymnasium as usual for school joining in the Lord’s Prayer. After the boys. Chatting groups of old and young Adrian Foose had read an inspirational selec- people thronged about the Court until a bell tion, Fred Swetland delivered the Salutatory summoned every one into the Chapel. Address, interspersing his remarks with friend- Here the Glee Club and Orchestra gave a ly, delightfully humorous jibes at certain program assisted by an orchestra from the teachers and the members of the Junior Class. Lower School and the Lower School Choir. Mr. Carney then read a great poem by a young After the music Charles Arter presented the poet, Mr. Bragdon, after which he ordered the Track Letters and ribbons to the young athletes classes to pass. who had won them. Everyone suffered from In this old custom, the members of each class sore palms after this ceremony, due to the progress to the next row of the pews in front great amount of individual applause. of them, signifying that they have been pro- When all the presentations were complete, moted a grade. This is especially significant we sang our evening hymn, “Now the Day for the sixth grade, who now become members is Over,” and the 1931 Commencement Exer- of the Upper School upon their passage into cises had drawn to a close. the seventh grade. As the sixth grade passed, Concerning the present activities of the each boy was called to the front to receive his Class of 1931, David Clark is in Syria with the Elementary Diploma from Mr. Smeed, who Yale Archeological Expedition ; Albert Conkey then read the Honor Roll for the Lower is at Oberlin College; John Danforth is. at School. Harvard University ; Calvin Judson is at West- Lf cava Th HeEd PER ESD! MEAN D GER AL VL eRe Ge Garr ern Reserve University; Adrian Foose is at John Carroll University; Tracy Osborne is taking a special course at Hawken; and Fred Swetland is at Williams College. AWARDS AND DIPLOMAS On Commencement Day, certain awards were given, although not declared publicly by Mr. Carney. They follow: Head Boy—Frederick Swetland Scholar Athlete—Armour Craig Perfect Attendance—Adrian Foose Honor Roll: 12th Grade—David Clark, Albert Conkey, Fred Swetland 11th Grade—Lewis Affelder, Charles Arter, Armour Craig 10th Grade—Albert Fonda, Sheldon Grubb, Frank Taplin 9th Grade—Edward Lenihan, Hubbard Lit- tle, Bud Humphrey 8th Grade—Dickey Dyer, Robert Morse, Humphrey Nash 7th Grade—Fred Hruby, John Kerr, David Nutt The following Seniors received diplomas up- on graduation: David Clark, Albert Conkey, John Danforth, Adrian Foose, Calvin Judson, Tracy Osborn, Fred Swetland. Diplomas were awarded to the following sixth grade members upon their graduation from the Lower School to the Upper School: Roger Clapp, David Crawford, Ernest Furrer, Donald Gillies, Channing Goff, Livingstone Ireland, Dean Morse, Edwin Pierce, Thomas Taplin, Stevenson Taylor, and Wilson Wood. REDS AND. GRAYS AST fall there was some difficulty en- Ife countered in the Red and Gray Societies situation due to the fact that the majority of boys who had left the school were Reds, leav- ing the Grays with a larger group. Instead of the boys being reapportioned to each society, the Seniors, all of whom were Grays, ceased to belong to their society, becoming nonentities. The new boys were so divided that the two sides were again even. Since the Red and Gray Presidents must be Seniors, each society had to reelect a president from the 10th grade, there being no eleventh. The Seniors all remained honorary Grays, how- ever, being retained in an advisory capacity. The new Sophomore presidents, Robert Webster of the Grays, and David Swetland of the Reds, stepped into their jobs with great zeal, proving themselves capable leaders. One of the most outstanding, services ren- dered by these societies was their gift to the Milk Fund. The treasury holdings of each one were turned over to this worthy enterprise instead of being used for the customary annual gift to the school. The points for scholastics which are awarded each month are as follows to date: Reds Grays CLODEr 2 oi-te tick e ie s AP 178 Proveriber, cUi a. ae. gene ae Liz 183 Wecemnper. LB iin ncn eerste ates 122 178 Dantign Voz oe fname em are 135 165 Repriary 2Osoer ote a eauet ets 154 149 PEN why rt =e Ma eae in 141 159 eLOtalo 2.34%. shi ape aetna: tae 788 1012 The Grays are also ahead in athletics: Reds Grays Poothall 352 ys-ahs atest lta er omeaee 215 285 Basketball' ici: Aa. crue ah ence 194 306 ‘LOLAL | pease sate eee: 1197 1603 MR. W. DANNER’S TALK November 5th Mr. William Danner was brought to the school through the courtesy of Mr. Roundy. The subject of his talk was leprosy, about which very few of us knew any- thing. He explained to us the dangers of the disease, and efforts made in this country and abroad to efface it. He said that a great deal of effort was being made toward that end in Japan. There the most modernized sanita- riums were being erected and some of their greatest doctors were devoting their time to this question. In Japan the lepers that are sent to the sanitariums are sent by those people that are interested in the work; the charge for keeping one patient there a year is twenty-five SSS swoon Te Meek 2 hUR ad B. AMEN © Dt 8s GER AY YG TE LOPTO RY « ————————————$ dollars, a small sum considering that the un- fortunate might be cured. Mr. Danner also told us of the successful efforts made in this country to cure the disease. There is only one case of this in Ohio. MR. BUCK’S TALK On November 22nd Mr. Buck came and gave the boys of the upper school a talk on aviation and some of his experiences while flying. Once he was forced to jump with his parachute from the plane on account of fog, and another time he got into difficulties with the Cuban govern- ment. In this instance he was making a trip from Key West to Havana. He was told that the flight would take about fifty-five minutes, all of which was over water. He made the flight successfully in about the longest fifty-five minutes that he had ever experienced, but he had the misfortune to land at the wrong air- port in Cuba. The government stepped up and in its usual manner tried to take his plane away from him. After seeing several generals and a few captains he secured the plane’s re- lease and left the Island. THE HAMPTON QUARTET Heralded by posters and announcements was the arrival of the Hampton Quartet at Hawken School. The singers were sent out from the Hampton School, which provides negroes with a business education, and affords opportunities for students to work their way through at their future vocation. The singing took place in the Chapel just before the evening hymn. A sizable audience of parents was present to hear many negro spirituals sung as they should be sung. Between the singing we were told quite a bit about Hampton and its life. MR. MacINTOSH In the morning of Tuesday, January 26, the boys of the Upper School were given a short talk by Mr. MacIntosh of Haverford College. Some will remember that Dr. Comfort, Presi- dent of Haverford College, talked to us about the same time last year. The subject of Mr. MaclIntosh’s talk was, “How to pick a college.” He said that sometimes we go to a certain col- [ lege for sentimental reasons, but when we have none of those reasons we must pick and choose from all of the colleges in the United States. This, he said, was not as difficult as it sounded because the prospect generally had some idea of where he wanted to go. The size of the col- lege often has a great deal to do with the de- cision. Large colleges, because of the large body of alumni, afford acquaintances after you have finished college. On the other hand, in a large institution you are only a very small piece in a big machine. Ina smaller college you have a chance to make an acquaintance with about all of your class, but in after life this friendship is not kept up because you will rarely meet again. Then again, in a small college the in- struction is more personal. Haverford is a small college of an enrollment of about 400. It was a very interesting talk, and it will en- able us to think with greater understanding on the subject of colleges. DEAN PORTER’S VISIT January 26, Dean Porter of Amherst College visited us, and gave a talk to the upper school on Deans. He said that in the old days a Dean was generally an old man thought of by the students as a perso n who did all he could to ex- pel you, and was a generally crabby person, while nowadays the Deans are fairly young, and most of them do all they can to help the student solve his difficulties. Dean Porter said that most of the difficulties are financial at the present time, and when students come to him for advice he does all he can to help them. One of our Head Boys, Edgar Taylor, was an Amherst man, and is the only school teacher Hawken has ever produced. Two boys in the Senior Class this year are going to Amherst next fall. AN IRISHMAN IN DARKEST AFRICA On March 7th, Mr. Plunket Woodgate gave an illustrated lecture on his adventures in Af- rica to Hawken School and its guests. Mr. Woodgate was introduced by Mr. Packer, who gave an account of his life and high ideals. After completing his schooling, Mr. Wood- gate joined the army and became a captain. He then went into Africa, and learned its ways. 59] THE (ROEVD? ASN G oR TAC Yo BORG He started his trip on the eastern edge of Africa, and took a northwesterly course toward Lake Victoria Nyanza. At one coffee planta- tion that he stopped at during his journey to take pictures, the natives stopped their work in the fields, went home, and changed into their best clothes before they would allow their pic- ture to be taken. From the lake he proceeded almost straight to Mt. Kilimanjaro, and from there eastward to his starting point. While the pictures were being shown, Mr. Woodgate talked on the customs of the people, the country, and his experiences. THE REPRESENTATIVE FROM BROWN March 18th, Mr. Biglow came to Hawken School through the courtesy of Mr. Madison of the Natural History Museum in Cleveland. His talk was directed at the members of the Upper School. : He said, as Director of Admissions at Brown, he is responsible for about everything that is wrong in the college: bad athletes ; riots, because he shouldn’t have admitted the rioting students, poor students, and every act the stu- dent does. He said that Brown is run in much the same scale as Hawken. Mr. Biglow says that the education that a hoy receives is up to the boy himself. What a boy gets out of college he has to work for. Teachers are only a way of introducing a sub- ject to you. After you are introduced, the matter lies wholly in your own hands. THE .COLLECTION COMMITTEE N the fall the usual drives for old clothes were conducted. They were made for the benefit of the Hindman School in Kentucky, and the Associated Charities here in Cleveland. In November the Community Fund drive was started, lasting a little over a week. The drive did not progress so well at the start, but by the time it was ended $550 had been col- lected. During the campaign Rev. Lupton came out and gave us a talk on the needy. Other talks were given almost every morning by the boys of the tenth grade and Armour Craig of the twelfth grade. After Christmas vacation the Milk Fund was started, the idea being to collect one cent from every boy as he is going into the gym- nasium for lunch.. The money collected from them is sent each month to the Kentucky School in Cleveland where the money is spent to give the poor children milk. THE PHOTOGRAPHY Ciuue HIS year several boys in the tenth grade got together, and started the Photography Club. They obtained a small room with a sink in it, and fitted it out with all the other neces- sities: shelves, electric light sockets, a washing apparatus, a movable drain board, and a table. Then the boys brought their own equipment, and each placed it on his own shelf. The idea of the club is to assemble all the miscellaneous equipment making one fairly complete darkroom. All of the members then can undertake any project without being handi- capped by lack of equipment. Quite a bit of enlarging, printing, and de- veloping has been done by the members this year. Ed Peck showed some slides of Eng- land, that he had made in the Club, to the school this spring. The members of the Club are: Robert Gale, David Swetland, Hubbard Little, and Edward Peck. SENIOR TRIPS T the beginning of the year, since the Seniors were to be neither Reds nor Grays, there was some difficulty in finding ways and means to keep them occupied in the afternoons. After a consultation with Mr. Stephens it was decided that they should be free on Wednesday afternoons to go home, and that on Friday afternoons they were to visit some industrial plant or point of civic interest. On all other afternoons they were expected to indulge in whatever athletics were possible. Charles Arter was the originator of the Fri- day Trip plan and he arranged all the visits. Places which have been visited include: Cuya- | Re eR aS Tae ey IY, D GR Ay MBO OK hoga County Courts, Federal Reserve Bank, Cleveland Illuminating Company (Gordon Park Plant), Sherwin-Williams Paint Com- pany, Union Salt Works, Chase Brass Cop- per Company, American Steel Wire, Ohio Bell Telephone Company, Cleveland Weather Bureau, Wolf Envelope Company, Great Lakes Aircraft Corporation and Hotel Cleve- land. These trips are of untold educational value for their insight into the world of industry and business to which we all must come some day. FATHER’S DAY N May 21st last year we celebrated our annual Fathers’ Day, a custom inaugu- rated by Mr. McCarthy the year previous. All the fathers of the boys who were able to break from the turmoil of the business world came out to school for lunch and the afternoon. We assembled in the Chapel several minutes before lunch for a short talk by Mr. Carney. We then went to the Commons Room, where Mrs. Somerville served us a delicious buffet luncheon. Most of the fathers sat about the court relaxing in the sunshine and leisurely eat- ing, drinking and chatting. They were waited upon by the Seniors and Juniors. After lunch there was a baseball game be- tween the first team and the fathers, which was enthusiastically watched by the school and the fathers who had no desire to play. Mr. Vilas had arranged two previous practice ses- sions at school for the fathers’ team and so they were unusually confident. Their hopes lasted about two innings and the game broke up in a riotous farce after four innings. Mr. Arter provided great amusement both by his catcalls as a spectator and by his umpiring. After the game we assembled once more and the Glee Club and Orchestra gave a short pro- gram, after which we sang our evening hymn and a tired bunch of men went home. THE TYPE ’N TWEEZER CLUB RGANIZED in the fall of 1931 by a group of boys interested in printing, the T. N. T. Club has flourished remarkably. Most 61 of the printing for the school has been set up and done by its members. Since its inception, the entrance requirements being simple, many boys have joined, and there are, at the time of writing, a large number of candidates waiting. At present the members are: Robert Morse, Malcolm Vilas, Robert Bighouse, Hubbard Little (Honorary), Humphrey Nash, and Roger Clapp. The president is Humphrey Nash; Robert Morse acts as Sec’y-Treasurer while Mr. David Russel is the faculty advisor. Among the many printing jobs completed during the past six months were: School Re- port Cards, Christmas Cards for School, Pro- grams for Christmas Play, Catalogues for School, Tickets and Programs. So far the club has done very satisfactory work and if this can be kept up it should be of lasting benefit both to the boys themselves and to the school. THE LITERARY CLUB OMPOSED of those boys in the Class of 1935, who, while in the Seventh Grade, had poetic inclinations, the Literary Club was organized in that year under the direction of Mr. Haydn. Practically every boy in the class contributed verse to the club, and in June an anthology, containing choice verse, was pub- lished and sold on Commencement Day. Very little having been done in a literary way, homework precluding, since the date of the publication, the remaining members, in or- der that the spirit in which the club was founded might be preserved, have voted to use the funds already acquired to purchase books, which books are to be given on the Commence- ment Day of next year and for ten years fol- lowing, as a prize to the boy writing what is, in the judgment of the head of the English De- partment, the best composition or verse written during the school year. MORNING CHAPEL TALKS HORTLY subsequent to the opening of school after the Christmas Holidays the boys ot the ninth and tenth grades were in- formed by Mr. McCarthy that each individual of Sa ar Sy he ae Ply. D GIR REY BV OTORK would be required to make a short speech on some subject during the five minutes following morning chapel and prior to classes. These talks were instigated by the faculty for the double purpose of improving the histrionic or oratorical abilities of the boys mentioned above and of banishing any stage-fright which they might have. Usually the topic discussed was some cur- rent event, though often chosen were athletic events, past, present and future and occasion- ally anecdotes of canoe trips or personal ad- ventures were told. Altogether these were highly successful and will undoubtedly become another of the school’s customs if they can be kept up. ONE HOUR CLASSES HIS year there has been a deviation from the regular forty-five minute classes. The innovation was an hour period; the first half for recitation, and the last half for study. Three out of the five periods come before lunch with a recess of ten minutes between the sec- ond and third to break up the monotony of study. After lunch we have two periods before school lets out for the physical education. These periods are supposed to alleviate home study because one half of the time is de- voted to supervised preparation for the next day’s lesson. At first we thought this idea was worthy of the highest commendation, but, ah, we were sadly mistaken; instead of one half hour recitations we had hour ones—worse than the year before. Just lately, because of impending College Boards and final exams, the routine has been changed again into the seven forty-five minute periods. Everything runs in the former se- quence except a general study hall in the Com- mons Room, which is fitted in between the old second and third period. Another general study is held in the Commons Room in the last pe- riod of the afternoon. This period affords those teachers who desire to aid lagging stu- dents a chance to give them extra assistance in their lessons. The last period also affords [ 62 those pupils on the Honor Roll an opportunity to do whatever they please with the time. LOWER SCHOOL ACTIVITIES INCE both upper and lower schools are once more back in the big building, space is naturally limited. Consequently, most of the activities carried on last year and in the year previous have had to be discontinued. This is regrettable because the majority of those sus- pended were of educational value. Among them were, The Chronicle, The Lower School Council, and all the committees. In place of the Council, a Lower School As- sembly has been organized and convenes regu- larly every Wednesday after lunch. It is here that all the Lower School business is transacted and events for the next meeting arranged. As a rule, the period is occupied by speeches and recitations given by various boys, but oc- casionally this is varied by class demonstrations or by hobby displays. During February, just before George Washington’s birthday, a play was presented dealing with his early life and his half-legendary escapades. In early March, Jack Turner, a member of the eighth grade, who is at present interested in sleight-of-hand and who has attained a fair degree of skill therein, gave an excellent magic show which was later presented before the Upper School. He had as his assistants two Lower School boys, Scott Inkley and his brother, Robert. Also, the fifth and sixth grades have recently lectured before the assembly; the fifth grade on astronomy and the sixth on insects and their habits. THE GARDEN The entire Lower School is at present busily engaged in preparing what is known as the Lower School Garden, a plot of ground in the rear of the school adjacent to the woods. This territory is divided among the elementary grades, each having a separate section except the first and second grades. All the work is being done under the supervision of Mr. Baker, whose idea this garden was. If the boys work | 3H NSScj_ _“ “ajvo “—“O0o—woqyOonms(wwwynmgyoDnMnmnwoanwOnDm9aOM9wows0w0 +o307M™SHOwswa_w [Ede rede ee 8, FEIN AD OG Ray. DO. OK er in the future with the same enthusiasm as now, the Garden will undoubtedly be a great success. THE MUSEUM When the Lower School transferred back from the small building, their splendid museum was discontinued because of the lack of space here, and most of the specimens have been re- turned to their owners. However, a few re- mained unclaimed, which at first were located in the library, but which are now in the third grade room, where they are being cared for by this class. Several specimens have recently been returned and it is hoped that the museum will return to its former excellence perma- nently. THE HAWKEN DAY CAMP OT long after the excitement of Com- N mencement, things begin to buzz again on the school campus. About the last week in June thirty or more youngsters, some from Hawken School and some from other schools, are brought into port by the school buses and are ready to invade the school grounds, eager to start an active summer in the Day Camp. With Latin and arithmetic books safely packed in cold storage for the summer, the stage is set for all fun and few worries. Wear-ever clothes, moistened baseball mits, and fancy ten- nis racquets make their appearance and the older group is ready for action and plenty of it. The smaller boys have no time to lose for soon they plant their heels in the sod and make for an exploring trip in the mysterious woodland that adjoins the playground. The “Indians” and “Pirates” are teams that are soon organized and Dick Inglis, Hawken ‘29, whittles his pencil and begins to do some fancy calculation in an effort to discover a “Babe Ruth” or perhaps just a “Pepper Mar- tin” or two. They are always present but in reduced sizes. But baseball isn’t everything, for it isn’t long until the stop watch begins ticking and the yard stick is dusted off and some junior champions are uncovered in their daily practice for the Day Camp Junior Olym- pics. The tennis “bugs” are not overlooked either for Dick himself knows a thing or two about tennis (ask some of the teachers who have played with him) and sees to it that a new stroke or two is added to the boy’s reper- toire. And so it continues day after day, archery, kite flying, hiking, treasure hunts, camp fires and plenty of other side dishes and surprises. In addition the manual training shop, the metal shop, print shop, and science laboratory are open and young inventors and those handy with tools find themselves quite at home. As the average camp day comes to a close the human fish are let loose in the swimming pool while the beginners are given individual instruction and special attention. Water races, diving competition, and other water games make the swimming hour one that is a daily anticipation. Occasionally a father or two will drop in for some refreshment after a sticky day in his downtown office. By five o’clock almost everybody (including the counselors ) is ready to point his nose homeward, so, “all aboard,” into the buses and homeward bound ready to eat, sleep, and to plan for the next day at camp. The camp letter “H” or the Indian Head, an award for excelling in camp activities, has been won by many of the campers during the last two summers. If you see some youngster roaming around the halls at school displaying a big white “H” or a red Indian Head on his jersey,—look out!—he’s a distinguished camper. Those from school who have won their camp insignia are Ben Boynton, Robert Coolidge, Daniel Dewey, Allan DeWitt, Jimmy Greene, John Kerr, Bill McCoy, Shelly Tolles, Peter Towl, Wilson Wood, David Nutt, Mar- shall Dyer, Herbert Spring, David Gordon, John Gordon, and Bobby Wallace. Some of these boys will have an opportunity to win their third emblem this summer. Well, it won’t be long before the camp opens on the 27th of June. The camp is operated by Mr. Russell and Mr. Sipple of the faculty and they are assisted by Richard Inglis, Jr., who, by the way, has brought glory to dear old Harvard from the tennis courts. Come out some time during the summer, you'll get a free lunch anyway and the meals are very good. [ 63 ] BION b Gontn N D A D INSIDE THE BIG TOP 64 THE KR BUD AGN - Geek AYey: Tae OOK ALUMNI Bid gta 2 Reo JAGHIN = CEASE Ma) SB ANGST Fe The Alumni Luncheon | jowee hs oe guests, teachers and alumni, excellence of his school, and thus to gain for sat down at a large “H’’-shaped table in it new material without which it could not the Common Room of the School, at one exist. o’clock on Wednesday, December twenty-third. Then, in the capacity of Treasurer, Mr. William Nash, the Secretary of the Associa- Stephens made his annual report, which tion, presided over the meeting in the absence showed a balance of $269.83, and a consider- of Henry Osborn, the President. Sherman able sum still to be collected in dues. He de- clared that he had accepted the post of Treas- urer upon the organization of the Association, and wishes now to resign, the finances of the Association having reached a stable condition. He mentioned Joseph Nutt as a capable suc- cessor, and the latter was unanimously elected Hayden, the Alumni’s Trustee, was first called upon to speak. Joseph Nutt then moved that the President be authorized to choose a com- mittee to select a handsome gift which might serve as a token of the Alumni’s appreciation to Mr. Carney, who has returned to Riverdale aireteacen. School, where he is now teaching. The mo- = Frank Taplin was called upon to play a few selections on the piano, and then the Reds and Grays sang their respective songs. A motion tion was passed unanimously. Mr. Smeed was next called upon to speak. The Editor, in due succession, explained that the officers of that the President appoint a committee to re- the Association had deemed it wise to postpone vise the Constitution of the Association was the publication of the Bulletin until the latter then passed. Mr. Stephen’s resignation from part of January so that it might include an the position of Treasurer was officially accepted, account of the luncheon. and a vote of thanks for three years of service in that capacity was given him. Election of officers for 1932-1933 followed. William Nash was elected President. Richard Inglis, who had traced the proceedings of the meeting with a willing hand, since the Secre- tary occupied the chair, was elected Secretary. Charles Bolton was made Editor of the Bul- Mr. Stephens then spoke. He mentioned the high standing of Hawken in the United States, and explained that boys from Hawken stood near the head of their class in all the twenty preparatory schools in which they were en- rolled. He declared that Hawken’s claim to distinction lay in its small classes, and the in- timate, easy relation between master and pupil, cn, in its extra-curricular activities in which every A vote of thanks was given Mrs. Somer- boy takes a part, and, most of all, in its per- ville, without whose help the Luncheon would manent faculty. He stated that it was the duty have been impossible, and the meeting closed of every loyal old boy to make known the with the singing of the Hawken Song. 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