Hillsdale School - Telescope Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

Text from Pages 1 - 60 of the 1940 volume:

, X f K' 4 E 25? 'Q I Rxxxxxxxxx 111111111 d---0 fiilllllllgav X f cf f . ,Lf.:. fgsffzsg . rg 'rw e-.K Tr 'ft M V P, 5 TP! 1 . , .ggfgr , .2 H' 1 we Exif? , ,9- 'fz Ta v 3' Q f 41, ,Q cam F' I L Mal fl-iw. ix f ak 2 is is fa is 69 53- ggi. WP: 3: if SST' Fi: fu 'rx We fir Fi aa ,,. AK A 51 TL 1 5 w Q4 +5 Q fi ,S- ,5 , V K' .3 QL lil. mf 94 ,,- fix 4- 'gl 1 Tae 5, SE 81313, 1 Q-4-'f - 41 IE' .1- 31 ,a +5,,,.4 Q. X1 A A ,-Hg.. :hx 'Li x Zi IDOROTHY QUINCY ADAMS We, the class of 1940, affectionately cleclicate our annual to DOROTHY QUINCY ADAMS, tlte friend ancl teaclter, wliose sense of liumor never left lier in teaching tlte boisterous twelves, and whose fine iclealism kept tltem always conscious of their world ancl its problems. ,,.x FLORENCE E. FESSENDEN Heaclmistress In Tribute The Class ot 1940 pays here a tribute long overdue to Florence Waterman. For three years she was head ot the Latin Department ot Hillsdale, and brought to the girls she taught a conception ot classic literature that was deep and tine. it was she who was responsible tor the ease with which our Cum Laude society has tunctioned during its first years. 1 X Eminent in the intellectual world as a Writer, President ot the New England Classical Society, her name graced our faculty with its dignity. Teacher and student alilce went to her with their problems, sure ot under- standing and an answer in their needs. Those ot us who lcnew her Well, the Cicero Class that she primed tor Boards with all the vigor and strength ot her personality, felt a deep personal loss at her going. It was our greatest regret that others, tollowing us, Were not to lcnow the lceenness ot her wit, the clear precision ot her intelligence, and the inspiration ot her presence. She was our omniscient one: no problem was too great tor her to help us solve. But most ot ali she made the past liveg under her, Latin was never a dead tongue. But the quality we all loved best about her was the simplicity with which she bore her learningg she was human as well as wise. Her motto was courage and good Will, and she lived close to that standard. Suffering a brolcen hip trom a bad tall, she carried on tor a year on crutches at school. She applied her ideal ot good will to every possible situation. An eager advocate ot plans tor international cooperation, and a mind lceen to detect every unjust action in national potitics, she was a wonderful symbol ot tolerance in a prejudiced Wortd. We can never reproduce here in a paragraph or so what Miss Waterman did tor us in three years, but, with a feeling common to us all as We graduate, we have tried to express our gratitude tor having lmown her,-what it has meant to be her friends. f-B. K. F. Editorial The radio is hiaring a commentary on the war, some one in Belgium: states that Rotterdam is in iiames. Yet outside my window everything is caim. The hreeze stirs the trees iightiy when it comes, hut the air is heavy and warm. it is as ii there are two worids, one at war, one at peace, so iar removed are we from Europe and its contiagration. A casuai visitor at Hiiisdaie might maice a simiiar ohservation, HHOW isoiated, how far re- moved from the triais of the day the giris are here. But how wrong she would hei For at schooi we are a complete community. Marshals and traffic giris supervise the corridors, stewards manage the iunch room. We have a governing councii eiected hy the student body: speciai committees organize our art, dramatic and vocai work, and these are appointed hy councii. When there are coniiicts they are regulated hy discussion and conference. If the Goids heat the Greens in hocicey, the Greens do not ciuh their opponents with their sticics. We have iearned to give and taice. Vveii-informed iecturers give us every angie of nationai and international affairs which we discuss and then iorm our own conclusions. in argu- ments over such vitai questions as graduation dresses, the majority ruies. Yes, we are weii-rounded in our iiie at Hiiisdaie: prejudice and provin- ciaiism are not Hiiisdaiian qualities. Civilization and cuiture are weii preserved among us. No, I am not afraid as we nineteen graduate from our country schooi that the worid wiii overpower us with its compiexities, for we are weii aware oi them now. I oniy hope that we Wiii not iaii our heritage of toier- ance and vision. We must not hend heiore the intrigue and hate so preva- ient today. in the years of reconstruction that must come aiter this war we wiii have to ilight harder than our parents fought for the ideals we have heen taught to cherish. Editorial Staff Editor-in-Chief ........ ........ B ETTY FREYHOF Literary Editor ....... ................ M ARIBELLE TYREE Art Editor ........,.... ........ M ARY HELEN LUHRMAN Business Manager ...... ......... S UZANNE SHEPHERD , Umm. STRAEHLEY Iunlor Representatives ..... .... AURELIA MCINTYRE e Seniors BETTY JANE SMITH President of Class of 1 940 ANN CORNELL BETTY GRR BULLOCK BETTY KEITH FREYHOF AB'IGAIL FITHIAN HALSEY PRISCILLA ANNE HAMMEL MARY ESTHER HERNDON SUZANNE KREHBIEL MARY HELEN LUHRMAN FINITA ROTHWELL PECK CAROL MORGAN MOONEY SUZANNE HUDSON SHEPHERD PHYLLIS ANN SIEBENTHALER MARY HARGITT TAYLOR MANRGARET LE BARON SMITH MARlBEI,LE POGUE TYREE VIRGINIA VA11. MARJORIE WOOD MARGARET ANN WERNER Q03 xof 'fa' ' vo? iq QYFQ' . S U QF? A W 'ky Q NV ww X 4 wb 'os s' 'Ho- S' I JI' C7w dvi N 4.4-za' OO v by Q . w3B?+' ZX s CO' N- Q' do '4- O Y ,459 we 458 94. S0 X 5 fs fd' A Q, w- o4bL'V ' bu QQSW sc?- Sv 00 A CQPQEBQ-ofo' NOW cj po' o Q m va fx 'pw N3 V x,,fkX Jxore 0, U7 Q1 ,S gy. NX b .eff 4400 s . -s T xv P vga gg, if R' FQ s o vi? N? gate, 9? Y ?+2F0c Wm 0,-Go' g70p?Q' 09 gy of tow S 0 x 5 Last Will and Testament Vve, the class ol 1940, aloout to depart from this, our Alma Mater, do hereloy solemnly hequeath to our successors, this, our last will and testa- ment: Bulloclc leaves with just the clothes on her haclc, having given the rest to the Service Guild. Cornell leaves a gap that only a carpenter can repair. Freyhol leaves her lair loclcs to Mary Jane Moerlein. Halsey leaves with lVlamselle's hlessing twe hopel. Hammel leaves her athletic ability to tloddy Haggart. Herndon leaves her hot-Water hottle to he used as A. A. equipment. Krehloiel leaves her plaid coat to anyone who has a plaid coat. 1VVe dorft get it either.l Luhrman loequeaths her linger nails to Mary Florence Vvitt. Mooney leaves. Peclc divides her property hetween Maug and Molly. Shepherd hequeaths her financial genius to Alice Jonap. Siehenthal leaves her regards to Perrie Lee Brendamour. Smith 1Betty Janel leaves alter a third term. Smith 1lVlargaretl leaves her neatness to Les Fleming. Taylor leaves one well-worn daydream to Barhara Kirmayer. Tyree leaves her genius to the Annual Board. Vail leaves the lceys to the pound with Patsy l..eBloncl. Werner leaves a one-legged chair, a good sense of balance, and a drawing in the history room. Wood leaves her extra inches to Jamey Richard. And orchids to you, the coming Seniors. Signed and sealed, the Class of 1940. My Future Shall l he a poet, And hless the World with verse Or rid the world of siclmess, Be a doctor or a nurse? 1 could spread Christls teachings, Be a saviour of the Wealcg Gr perhaps a psychoanalyst Chasing phohias from the meelc. l might he a singer And all hearts with bliss: Or a lovely lady spy With a homicidal lciss. But l thinlc l'cl rather marry, Have a daughter or a son Vvho could malce up to the world For the things l've never clone. -PRISCILLA HAMMEL, Grade 12. N fx: W5 Q .:, ' gsbsffrgnug NAME BULLOCK CORNELL FREYHOF HALSEY l'lAMMEL l'lERNDON LUHRMAN KREHBIEL lVlooNEY PECK SHEPHERD SIEBENTHALER SMITH SMITH TAYLOR TYREE VAII. XKVERNER Wooo Senior NICKNAME APPEARS Bets enthusiastic Ann exotic Frylmerg liappy Abbie late Snail Pris friendly Beelne -and l'lOWl Lulir worried Suze ready, willing. Carol Fini Susie Pliyl B. il. Peggy Perry Mary Isabella Ginny Mimi Wandlai able witlm the top clown atllletic Business-like witli a smile commanding quiet well-dressed dreamy PCPPY bored smal-let HAS dramatic ability it intelligence wit loomplf' finger nails ' a complexion a lorotlier at Cornell Vvest Point pajamas Maug and Molly a watclm legs executive alaility a sense of liumor loolcs poetic flair rosy clieelcs Dicli a voicelet HANGS-OUT at tl'1e ball parlc at the bowling alley Cliarlevoix at the church Kelly's an Susids in Clifton over the radiator in tl'Ie Ford at tlie Lyceum Estl1er's at Ann's in Madisonville at Ilie Square most any place in Florida Cape Cnd at Ilia Sigma Chi at the larmlet FAVORITE OCCUPATION directing melodramas telling murder sto ries wallcing driving to Oxford religion dancing talking about Henry driving around children riding gadding clearing tlle llall harmonizing going to Calif. talking reading sailing playing bridge warlaling SAYS Oh, noi Raises her eye- brows instead Hey. you alll Quieti please lcensoredi e-a-s-y l haven't the slightest idea Vvell, I don't see why Vvant a ride? Hey. really? Hmm . . . Vvell. I mean-f Hi, honey Nvell- Hey. wait ter me Heavensi Simply deevinei Sleeps instead Oohhl LIKES bargains hot dogs Virginia QU. S. AJ Southampton nearly everyone Annapolis a certain person loilypops horses any lcind ol sport them tall her cousin her brothers symphonies coices her fortune told peppermint ice cream sun-tan to dive Tabs FEARS getting fat T. B. an August Annual extinction of all males by war going haclc to camp disaster at sea heing afraid l'0aCllCS anything creepy heing late to French not getting into college looking messy nothing traliic jams doctors chemistry experiments orals cruises without men to die being ticltled VVANTS a career to write a Diplomat a college education 8 children a mate she has it to learn to coolc Doctor or Minister to live in New York to graduate to sing Smith acceptance a garden a live-day weelceend to develop a philosophy a hushand to go to U. C. to live alone in New Yoric DISLIKES people who point out the ohvious College Boards haclc-seat drivers insincerity single dates woric interference stew a certain hoy in Nvyoming malcing announcements studying staying up late noisy class meetings malcing announcements exercise being practical a gay lite slow people putting up her hair CONCEPTION OF PARADISE tn own a night club with a glass tloor marriage with a Russian WVUTIJ Peace laeing a VV.O.P.ess continual party life on the U. S. S. New York a perpetual Michigan summer summer home in the Rockies a kindergarten thousands ol dogs New Y0l'k night-life owning a stable continual cruise Nvurlitze rs nothing hut excitement the Hehrides sleeping all day winning the Nobel Prize in Literature -Q1 5 if . K x ff J' T D3 S Y QQ' X3 ww Xb 2 f-4 .1 Q gm Q Q, A ,1i,qg ,., 5: X W Q A ,,,, Q 3 W rFQ'1L4 'qv ::. L ' ,eegf Q .. ,,,.i 'A SENIORS Mary Taylor Margaret Smith Marjorie Wood Mimi Werner Finite Peck - Suzanne Shepherd Mary Esther Herndon Carol Mooney Betty Freyhof Mary Helen Luhrman Abigail Halsey Ann Cornell Betty Jane Smith Maribelle Tyres Priscilla Ha mel Suzanne Krehbiel Virginia Vail Phyllis Siebenthaler Betty Bullock 3? 1 --M 'Xl LHBSSQS Q Sa Q Q QW 9659? 5262940 , X QDUU9 XSWLSQQ QQ Z , 49 00' N Sinxi Class Eleven FIRST Row: Auretia Mcintyre. Dorothy Cooper. Oriel Straetliey. Betty Shelter, Juliet Bausrtu. Barbara Krcimer. SECOND Row: Mary Lee, Suzanne Ernst. Dorothy Schwab. Betty Bone, Nancy Nc-ave, Mary Burton, Niarlene Feiter. THIRD Row: Megan VOUllETSIHith. Charlotte Vail, Janet Graf. Kathryn Mitchell. Betty Lee Cleveland. Caroline RiCllHl'CISOIl, Barbara Kirmayer. Nlarie Mitchell, Gene Seaman, Anne Rogers. Ellen Crosley. Alice Jonap. Class Ten FIRST ROW: Suzanne' Railzlrman. Br-vr-rly Honlwr. Barbara .lussr-n, Harrif-HP Rnilcfnnnn. Emily La Builffaux. SECOND ROW: Ixfllililffxfl Nfnxwvn. Louise Xvarlnnan. Lesley Flmning, Rllnl Nlarcrc-Hisll, Kvilll l:l'f'yllUf Carol Upsnn. Nanry Dennison, Jane' Snyrlflr, Patririn Nag:-I. THIRD ROW: Betsy Rirlmarmfson, pvggy Lillarrl, Peggy Kaufman. Elimhvlll Primm-, Flarllxa Sum- Spit-lnmn Susan Finlw, Mary Hutcllinsnn. Dam-si Hilton, Helenc Tlloman, Luria Taft. ABSENT XNVHEN PICTURE XVAS TAKEN: Marianne Frey. Class Nine ITIRST Row: Phyllis Brooks, Rollin ylurinnorc. .lanvl Hinos, Jeanne Balch. Helen Homan. SECOND Row: Phyllis Corin-tt. Martha Nxwiitakcr. Nlac Kay Mrlforci. Cornelia Nvooclrow, Virginia Vviiicinson, Nieriyn McClure, Cami Finke. lxiarcia Mills. THIRD Row: Pi-rrir L4-0 Brvnciamour, Gertrude Richardson, Nlary .lane Nloericin, Patricia Coriicll. Nlargarci Lakin, Niarianna Cox. Nlary Florence Nviii, Nancy Bushnell, Loiirluen Vondersmiili, Sylvia Lainlwrl, Pairiria Peliengiil. ABSFNT XAIHFN PICTURI XVAS NIAAKIQNS Nlary Anno Keller, Childress Rodgers. FIRST Row: .lane Ann Eila, Mimi Vvcrner, Palsy LcBionri. Niarguvritc- Fuller. Rutim Piriwrc-I, .loan Fir-isciwr. Cami Lf-Camp. Shconm Row: Eiic-n Rcicimci, Lucy Simua-C, Sara Ernst, Fiarioric Pcasc, Domiily Conroy, Nariannv Orr, Niargcry Hobson, .iusiin Haggarl, Dana Dawes. VIQIIIRD Row: Frances Luther, Mary' Kaufman, Jean Kaufman, ixiiicimii, .lean Mitchell. Bciiy Ranciuipil. yiargot Aiicn, Assmvr VVHEN Plcrunh VVAS TAKEN: Jean Muses. Mariiyn Miiivr, Mary filaliivici, Mary Ann Virginia Niiiicr, Belly Baker. Class Seven FIRST ROW: lvlary Hnlaari, Frankie lwlarvin. Nancy Lecamp, Jane Richards, Margery Hill, .loan Fried- lallflef. SECOND Row: Beatrice Burchenal, Cyniliia Taft, Helen Conroy, Mary Lee Fulgilum. Alice Pease, lvlartlia Branrl. 'THIRD Row: Eleine Hoffman, Ann Scl1rntl1, Janet Howe, Frances Thomas, Ann Dorsel, Cynthia Solforcl Virginia Scllell. Nlarliaa Hauclc, Rosemary .lcnnie, .loan Barbara, Gloria Caldwell. ABSENT VVIIILN PICTURE VVAS TAKEN: Barbara Stevenson. HQTUMUTUQS I' +4 Arffw fo fi? CP 7 '14 77 Ca-fe'L L 97M if ' -ff' ..l A 1 Committee Heads FIRST Row: Ntimi Vverner, Ctmairman ot Art Committee: iwary T-1'1yt0l'. Ctlairmdll nt SICWHIFIS' Cnm- mittee: ivtary Esttler Herndon, Ctlairman ot Parking Committee: Suzanne Siwptierri, Business ixianager. Sl-QCOND Row: ixtarjoric Xxioort, Ctwairman ot txiusic Committee: Ann Cornctt. Prcsirtc-nt nt Attltetic Assofiation: Betty .tanv Smitti, President ot Stuctent Councit: Virginia Vait, Ctiairman ot Pounri Committee: Ptiyitis Sictmenttaater, Ctiairman ot Trattic Committee: Betty Buttocic, Chairman of Service Guild: also Prcsirtent ot Dramatic Ctuio. THIRD ROW: Ntargarel Smitti, CtlHiTlllaIl otLit1rary Committee: Suzanne Kretltniet, Ctlairman ot Buttetin Board: Carol Ntooney, Ctiairman ot txtarsilats' Committee: Betty Freytiot, Efiitor ot Annuat Boarri. Student Council FIRST Row: lwiss Fessvmlvn, ex-offirfio: Bvlly Bone, Class ll Rc-presvnlalivea Ann Srlxrolll, Class 7 Rf-pres:-nlalivvg Bs-lly Jam- Smilll. President: Hr-len fionroy. flass T Re-prvsc-lllalivvz Abigail Halsvy Vim- I,H'SilIl'Ilt ann' Svrrr-lary: Nlrs, xxlfiglll. Farlllly Azlvisor. SECOND Row: Dorollly Conroy, Class S Rvprcsonlalivvz Cornvlia XXVIJOLINIXY, Class 0 Rvprosr-nlalivv Kvilll lfrrfyllof. Class 10 RPprPsox1kalivf:: Susan I il1lu'. Class I0 Represvnlaiivez Virginia Xvillcillsoll Class 9 Represeutativcg lxlary Burton, Class ll Rcprfksmltulivcg Ixlariannc Orr, Class 8 Rvprvsvn tative. Annual Board FIRST ROW: Oriel Straellley, Class ll Representative: Betty Freyl1ni. Erlitor-in-Cl1iel'g Aurr-lia lvlclntyrc, Class ll Representative. SECOND Row: Mary Helen Lulmrman, Art Editor: Suzanne Shepherd, Business Manager: Marilnelle rllyree, Literary Editor. Drama Club FIRST Row: Belly Bom: Abigail Halsvy, Mzlry' Burton, Belly Bullock, Pre-siclr-nl: Dnrnllmy Schwab. lxliifillfif' Xvnml, Ixfvgan Vonrlcrstnilh. SVCOND Row: lxlrs. L1-lyvf-H, Suzanne Ernsl. Belly LP0 filevvlanrl. Zwary L1-0, Nancy D1-nison, Betty .lane Slllilll, Palriria Corbett Aurvlia lxlclnlyre. Anna- Rogvrs. Carol Upson. Senior Glee Club FIRST Row: Dorothy Ann Cooper, Charlotte Vail, Finita Peck, Ann Cornell. Prisrina Hamm:-I, Plryiiis Sietwnlilaier. Abigail Halsey, Niimi VVerner, Virginia Vail. SECOND Row: Aureiia Mctntyre, Betty Bulloch. Betty Lee Cleveland, Dorothy Schwab. iwarjorie VN'nnri, Janet Graf. Betty .lane Smith, iviary Lee, Aiire Jonap, 'IQHIRD ROW: Barbara Kreimer. Nlegan Vnnciersmith. Kathryn Mitchell. Marlene Feiter. Nancy Neave, Btary Helen Luhrman. Suzanne Shepherd, Barbara Kirmayer. Gene Seaman, Carol Mooney, Mary Burton. Marie Fiitrixeli, Ntargaret Smittr, Niaribelle Tyree. The Chorus of Aesthetic Ladies Principals of Hittsdatcfs Proctuction of the Operetta Patience Hillsdale Headlines SEPTEMBER 21 Girls troop out Duclc Creelc as school opens. OCTOBER ll Mrs. Geier has a handsome tea for Scholarship Fund. 25 Wife of archeologist-Mrs. Helen lglauer Gluck spealcs on experiences in Palestine. NOVEMBER 3 New school songs chosen in assembly. 6 Franlc Speaight, noted British actor gives a Dickens' program. 7 Service Guild sponsors a Red Cross Tea. 9 Armistice Day spealcerf-Rev. Roloert Lambert. DECEMBER 7 A. A. entertains Green and Gold teams at Hockey Banquet. 20 Hillsdale presents its Miracle Play. 28 Gymnasium scene of Christmas Tea Dance. JANUARY 11 Parents Hoclc to watch students at worlo-on Open Day. I6 Lilorary Committee gives tea after Mr. Byer's lecture on What ls Poetry? FEBRUARY 21 Faculty malces a valiant stand against the stalwart VA. A. contest'- loaslcetloalls Score: infinite. MARCH 14 and 16 Glee Clulos offer Gilbert and Sutiivan's Patience to full houses. APRIL 3 Owen Phillips stresses imagination as lcey to acting. 17 Miss Rathlourn's classes portray the History of the Dance. 19 Matinee Musical Trio plays modern composition. 29 Mrs. Grainger gives lovely sketches of once proud Norway. Sir Wilfred Grenfell helps dedicate Senior Tree. MAY l School dances on May Day morning. Art Department hold exhibition of year's work. Mrs. Cleveland pays a return visit. 8 The dynamic Miss Urhin lectures on uDictatorsl1ip. 18 A. A. takes a hay ride at Handle Bar Ranch. 23 Miss Fessenden gives dinner for seniors. 31 Class Day songs and ceremonials. JUNE 6 School reaps rewards of diligence and athletic prowess-on Award Day. 6 Junior-Senior Luncheon featured by eloquent speeches. 7 Seniors in blue addressed by Mary Ellen Chase. S QRTS :ti N ,ff 5, 1 ll, -X ff. ff' X, ,mf ll of X ,MM ff N 7 ' 9 0 H Athletic Council FIRST ROW: Nanry Nvavc, Svctrvlary ami Trcasurcrz Pllyiiis SiCbCIltlli'lII'l', Grvvn Tvam Captain: Ann fiorucil, IJl't'Sifll'lll1 Ijiuiiu Pccli, Goili rl-vain Capluiu: Nlixry Luc. SLCONU Row: Margery Hill, Ruth Naccrciiish, Miss Eppicy, Miss Ralhburn, Marianna Cox, Samir Ernst. N , iteratur Essay on Life I lay thinking of life one night until the letters seemedto hurn loetlore my eyes like living stars in the darkness, and my heart seemed to heat in my ears like the tramp of the human race down the pulsing centuries. I rose and, opening my dictionary, I read Lite,--the state of heing alive.n tBut was it only a state, only a tangihle tact, that essence of heing that ran through my veins?, The principle scientifically assumed as the ex- planation of the fact ot existence. fcan cells or organs explain the sense of the eternal in my hearth The central and essential idea, the inspiring thought, the controlling principle. fAh yes, hut what is the essential?f And so I lay down again and I could not go to sleep hecause of the aching wonder in my soul that asked, Oh God, what is this that tears at my heart and opens an infinite vista hefore me? Deep in the night I felt the presence of life and knew it for what it was, the quest of the human race. Seeking and searching, the gay wild hearts of the world are heating as one in the sorrowing heart ot God. But what is it they seek, they who have life within them hut must stumhle ever on in the suffering, hlinding quest of existence? ls it happiness they seek, that transient mocking thing that has so much of sorrow in it? ls it for this that they founded their governments so valiantly on the pursuit of happiness? Lite, then, must ever he a search. a search for that which is essential, for that which men call joy. Some have thought that joy lay in wisdom and they heeded the words ot the scholar who said, The excellency of knowledge is that wis- dom giveth lite to them that have it.n But Solomon sought for wisdom and found it only vanity and vexation of spirit. It is the curse of the wise to know that the fruits of their lahor must pass on to the next generation, to he enjoyed perhaps hy tools,-fit is the tragedy of wisdom to know that the dust shall return to the earth and the hody go down to the grave, naked even as it came. What is there in knowledge hut sadness, the sad- ness of seeing lite as it really is, the sparkle and splendor covered over with squalor? God is all-knowing and the way of His world is unsearch- ahle-he who seeks Wisdom must it unattainable, even as Solomon who said, That which is tar olll and exceeding deep, who can iind it out?H Vvho can tell the heavens' height. who can tell the heart of kings? There are those who seek the glory ol wealth and grow old in the seeking, losing their dreams along life's way. They forget that God is love, that the soul that dwells within them is the very essence of God,-they spend their lives forgetting until one day they find themselves strangers to their own souls, lost in a darkness where the spark of the eternal has Hickered out. Vvhile seeking their own glory they lose the glory of life, never learning that man is hut an infinitesimal speck in the all-emhracing vision of time, that the worlds of the universe are hut the magnificent dream ot God, oniy perceptible to the eyes of the dreamer. Surely the children of God are they who ioiiow with unworidiy eyes in the dream oi their Creator, thinicing impracticabie, wiidiy quixotic thoughts, mounting to the sides on a rainbow oniy to tumble back to earth again, weary but undaunted. The vision oi iite is set in the heavens where it burns with the brightness of God,-fit is man's tate to be ever blinded by its radiance. it wisdom is not happiness, if weaith and glory are empty ashes. what then is the star-wrought vision,-'ot what is the eternal dream woven? Perhaps the poet stumbled upon it when he said, ua thing of beauty is a joy forever. Beauty wiii be sought for as long as man remains sensitive to the hunger of the human heart,-foniy the soui that is warped and duiied with the years will be blind to the beauty oi beauty. I wiii seeic for it under iiteis ugliness, I wiii tune my soui to the siiver-sweet note of ioveii- ness. in every word that has been penned, in every chord that has been Wrung from out oi the mystic void of creation, I wiii iooic for that rare essence oi life. i icnow that my search must be everywhere, for sometimes in the eyes oi the humbiest men, on the iips oi humanity's outcasts, may trembie for a moment the splendor of a dream,-in the worid's vast treasure of art, in the hearts and minds and souls oi men, in ali things that God has made, there is beauty to be found. And in some ioneiy place, in some poignant hour, I may stumble across the ultimate beauty ot God and imow that my search is ended,-'know at iast the wonder of the peace that passeth ali understanding. How ancient and unquenchabie is the thirst of man- icind,-fthe longing oi the soui to draw near to the infinite. No one ever put it more beautifully than David, who said, As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soui after Thee, O Godf, Greater than happiness, greater than wisdom or weaith or beauty is the attraction of the Eternal for the eternai, of deep calling unto deep,-even ecstasy is but the momentary glimpse of God that satisfies one's hunger. As my soui longs to return to the Universal Soul from which it sprang, so my heart has found the way cieariy marked by one pointing cross. One Man is the way, the truth, and the iiieg He alone can reveai the end to the weary waiicers ot the earth. is it too great a dream to toiiow the way oi love, to seeic the beauty of God?-no, not while the hiiis iooic down with their veiled and ancient promise ot heip. How can I attain what is great with- out sorrow and struggle and sacrifice? How can I be content to accept a iiie that is iess than great when the night around me throbs with hidden Wonder? Cnty when I iiii my heart with those scraps of perfect beauty that must iie scattered through life, wiii I achieve the right to eternity. And ii I blindly stumble by with empty stupid hands, then will I find glyseit at iast unworthy of perpetuation, doomed to return to the trodden ust. Lite is a search tor the eternal,-fsay not that it is iess than this, deiine it not in terms oi the commonplace. Jesus said, Man cannot iive by bread aione, but every word that proceedeth out ot the mouth of God. His words tail as stone on the ears of starving humanity whose souls reject the very crusts oi God. I must seeic the bread of life, and tind the essence of eternity,-the vision is set in spiendor against the silence of the night,- the moon is waning and the morning steais into my heart.-'Lite the vision and the dream--I sank back into the night, murmuring, 'sMine, mine the vision and the ctreamf' -MARIBELLE POGUE TYREE, Grade 12. The Prayer of a Girl BETTY FREYHOF, Grade 12 The God of my childhood was strong, And in His hands l placed the trouhles that came: lf my puppy were ill, or l had loeen had, Or my feelings were hurt in a quarrel at school, Then at night in my hed l would pray And intimately tall: to the One who, l lcnew, Vvould perfectly understand. It was the God of my Bible l lmew, Whose mantle of white was as pure As the white of His long flowing heard, And whose glance was all that was lcind. And l trusted with careless love ln the One whom no one could scorn, ln the Father whose presence was calm, A loalm to my troubled soul. But now l am grown a girl, and feel less sure of my God, Though at times when l am alone in a field that stretches for miles Or on my lmees at Communion and see the sun come streaming Through the lolue of the Shepherdis rolve in the window nearest the door, l am Filled with awe and wonder at the glory that must he God. Yet, there is no force loeside me ever, whether l am tired or gay l cannot feel the strength l need in those moments that come ln the great high hall where proctors wallc, and l am quite alone. l could not find the trust l had heard came to Christians who feared Vvhen on mother's shoulder l leaned one night, lost with a shattered dream. But there is that force alive today, men still wallc with God. Lord, now l lmow that l must need what our world laclcs in its might, Q grant great Good that l may form a woman's God for me, And that the world may come, with me, from darlcness into light. jenny Is Promoted ln the tiny lcitchen which was one of the rooms cramped in between Levy,s grocery store-'Finest Foods in Greenwich Villagen-and the little factory in the rear, Mr. Levy with his face a little redder than usual, nervously tried to loosen his collar which was slowly strangling him with its white starched stiffness. Anna, are you sure you got everything just like Jenny said? he demanded for the fifth time. Anna turned on her questioner with the aspect of the Queen Mary turning on a rowboat. Hlvlr. Levy,H she began oratorically, Never since the death of your dear departed wife, God rest her soul, tive years ago last April 23rd, l have served you and Jenny faithfully and I trust that my Worli will not become unsatisfactory on this one night. Mr. Levy mentally added HAmen.U Anna delivered this same ad- dress periodically whenever either Jenny or her father dared to be pre- suming enough to suggest some slight change in her method of procedure. He noticed with relief that she had at least, alter several remarks about the materialism and ingratitude of manlcind, condescended to put on a clean dress tor the occasion, but only alter Jenny had insisted on it. And then, too, Jenny had insisted that the food be talcen out ot the cooking pans and served on plates, an order which must have been quite a jolt to Anna. Mr. Levy,s alltable and rather blank face beamed with paternal pride when he thought of Jenny. She was certainly a very exceptional child. Why, at ten years old she could read and write and could find any place on the map if you just aslced for the right ones. It was, in tact, Jenny,s education that was the reason for this dinner party tonight. Jenny's schooling was ot tremendous importance to her father. He deeply rever- enced anyone who got beyond the sixth grade, and he was determined to assist Jenny's progress by every means possible. He had decided that the proper approach to the problem was to invite Jenny,s teacher to dinner. He now wished devoutly that he had not been so anxious to impress her with his hospitality: but it was too late now, for in his relentless march, Father Time had brought the fatal hour into the very imminent future. Mr. Levy trudged miserably into the living room which his daughter was very conscientiously trying to malce loolc lilce the study ot a very studious family. She had carefully put all the movie magazines behind the cushions ot the sofa and replaced them with carefully purchased copies of Atlan- ticn and HFortune.H Jenny was a very small, plain child with stilzt black braids sticking out like rudders on each side of her head and tied with red bows. To the casual observer she did not present a very arresting de- meanor, but in her tather,s estimation her beauty and brains would have put Hypatia to shame, if he had ever heard of Hypatia. Now, Papa, be sure you malce some remarlcs about politics to Miss Brown so she,ll thinlc you read the papers. You can say something about a third term or Communism or something. She's very much against Com- munismf, said Jenny who was quite worried about the impression her father would malce on her pedagogue. Mr. Levy who had listened with painful concentration to all his daughter's directions about etiquette and current events for the last three days felt that any slight jolt would cause all his accumulated information to crystallize. His great mental effort caused his face to become redder and his bald head to become shinier than before. The door bell gave an imperious ring and Mr. Levy felt it turn any semblance of dignity or political intelligence he might have had to water which poured down his brilliant vermilion forehead and off his massive nose. His daughter, with what seemed to him remarkable poise, opened the door while he stood looking on with something of the ancient Chinese reverence for scholars in his benign eyes. His first impression of his guest was involuntary relief that she was rather small. Education was of such great magnitude in Mr. Levy's eyes that he had subcon- sciously expected an Amazon to appear at his door. When they were all seated in the living room and Mr. Levy was ensconced between the copy of Fortune and the stoclc reports oi the evening paper the had formerly read nothing but the funniest he felt decidedly ill at ease. But since Miss Brown was really quite attractive and unimposing and he felt that the conversation, which had up until now been monopolized by comments on the weather, was on too low a plain for his purposes, he thrust in a well thought-out political observation between Miss Brown's remarks that she wished it would stop raining and Jenny,s impassioned query as to whether there was any danger ot the duclcs being drowned in Central Parlc. HlVliss Brown, don't you think James B. Farley would be a good man tor President? Mr. Levy beamed at his own political prowess. Surely Miss Brown would agree with him that there could be no one better to lead the nation than a man who had merited a place in so many news reels. Mr. Levy mentally patted himself on the baclc for this inspiration. lVliss Brown was rather stunned by this abrupt change in her host's con- versational chain ot thought. She mumbled some comment on the great importance of the choice of party candidates in the coming election and Mr. Levy, much cheered by his apparent success and recalling Jenny's suggestion that he mention Communism and a third term, said very con- fidently: UVVe are in favor of a third term for the Communists. Vat do you think about dar? Miss Brown was suddenly attacked by a violent tit ot coughing and Jenny,s horrified look sent her tather into a torlorn silence. At that dra- matic moment Providence intervened in the majestic person ot Anna. Anna had been sulking tor the tast three days and tonight she was deter- mined she would no longer cater to the irrational whims ot the capitalistic class. She planted herself in the kitchen door and yelled in a venomous voice, Dinners servedf, This eloquently vociterous announcement sent the master ot the house into deeper depths ot misery and caused Miss Brown another bad attack ot coughing. Mr. Levy never quite knew how it came about, but a tew minutes later they were gathered about the dinner table. Jenny hoped devoutly that the dinner would go better than what had preceded it, but her peace ot mind was not improved by the realization that Anna had set Miss Brown's place directly under the piece ot loose plaster in the ceiling. It soon became evident that Anna had divine inspira- tion in her wrongdoing. Her misdeeds followed one another with a rapid- ity and organization that was wonderful to see. First of all, with admirable deliberation, she spilled raspberry jam down the front of her clean dress which had been such a victory tor Jenny. Next, she served the string beans in a bowl with a large and conspicuous triangular chip in the edge. There was a malignant look in her eye that brought Jenny the painful realization that she had made a serious mistake in insisting on serving plates instead ot the habitual cooking pans. The dinner was infused with a fascinating element ot suspense by the tact that every time Anna slam- med a dish down on the table, it was doubtful whether the loose piece of plaster could hold its own against the reverberation. The rest of the even- ing passed away quite pleasantly with the gentle acceleration given it by Mr. Levy,s political comments. He remarked when it was over that he had enjoyed himself more than he had expected, but it was too bad Miss Brown had such a bad cough. He telt well repaid for his ettorts when Jenny was promoted to the sixth grade. ,-MARGARET L. B. SMITH, Grade 12. A Poet's View MARIBELLE POGUE TYREE, Gracle 12 My lite is a poem, l write for God: To be buried unsung Beneath the sod. But my soul is the poem God wrote tor me, To be gloriously sung In eternity. Beholding Night Beholding night, l wept to see lts desolate intinity, And all my heing ached to solve lts mystery. The very stars burned there, The moon crouched savage in her lair, And guarded jealously the earth Within her care. How coldly on Our llllrrliirl race Night loolcs, and yet with certain grace, It seems in pity from our eyes To hide Gocl's face. -MARIBELLE POGUE TYREE, Grade 12. War Came at Night The darlc years smother a million cries That nolaody heeds nor hears, Yet deep in this emptiness hate lated war While a moon child shed her tears. A dull log lay heavy, The forest was cool, The white snalce seethed ln his slime green pool. The gleam in the eye Of the jaguar was cruel, While a stone buddha winlcecl Vvith his eye of jewel. For this night al0ne,', The old god said, uVVe live again While the world lies dead. Vulcan sneered And his tongue glowed red. Man, he hissed. nwas horn To he hledf' The jungle lay hushed And echoed no word: ln the deep of the earth A hrown mole stirred, Vvhile clear in the air Shrilled a wild night bird. The forest was still-f But the moon child had heard. ul give man hate. The old god said. His lcnife shone loright And swift he was dead. The white snalce crawled From his slippery hed To suclc of the veins As they freely hled. Vulcan snerled and l'lis words spat tire. lVly gift to man ls that of desired' The leaves curled black, The flame strained higher, While Vulcan Ieered From his funeral pyre. The lolaclc smolce writhed with a sin ister hate Vvhile man in his innocence slept. While the heart of the night gave hirth to war. Vvhile the moon child silently wept. 1-'BETTY BULLOCK, Grade 12. , ..,,.,4.m 'a.,:w-M.: xsawwa--wif-Feavsaww-f Q fff.W.Mq.,1v.-fQwu,: if 4 .ww ,ls 5 ,r il . g,. f was 12 'L , .....Q.,wwrm..ivan,-asm-wk.1a4-,ALimb--JMS-Ma:- ?,.,M.q,f...Q ig ,. V4 2 ,' '1 ' .A , s- ' . F ' ' 50 ,f ' , , , .. . 2' F, - . A .V Lg, 1 , 4 4 ' f ig N fy