Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

Text from Pages 1 - 112 of the 1910 volume:

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Agents for Men’s KORRECT SHAPE LIFE’S JOURNEY WILL BE EASIER TROD WEARING CUTLER SHOES Agents for Ladies’ QUEEN QUALITY “ Sorosis ” Petticoats Always give satisfaction They’re cut right They’re made right They fit perfectly They wear splendidly AND THEY'RE MADE IN SATTEEN, IN HEATHERBLOOM AND IN ALL THE OTHER POPULAR COTTON FABRICS, AS WELL AS IN Splendid Taffeta Silk EVERY SEAM STRAPPED OR ECUND-NO RAW EDGES TO RAVEL OR FRAY' I OUT-EVERY PART OF THE GARMENT THOROUGHLY TAILORED. PRICES, $1.00 TO $20.00 | For sale by T. A. CARTEN, Ionia, Michigan STATE SAVINGS BANK Capital, $100,000 Surplus, 50,000 ASSETS •I The assets of the STATE SAVINGS BANK at Ionia are $1,300,000.00, and in this large total not one dollar of questionable paper figures. It has always been the policy of this bank to “write off” every questionable security. CJ With assets of almost a million and half of dollars the STATE SAVINGS BANK is by far the strongest institu- tion in Ionia county, offering absolute protection to its depositors. “Make the State Savings Bank your bank home” We pay 3 per cent, on deposits The State Savings Bank Ionia, Mich. i— Now is the time for that Photograph The Armitage Studio is the place E. D, ARMITAGE, Wagar Block 1 S. H EMENS Commencement Books School Pennants and Fine Stationery Henry Voelker First Class Barber STUDENTS’ TRADE SOLICITED To those who like GOOD CANDIES we recommend Lowney’s Chocolate and Bonbons always fresh at CUTLER LAUSTER DRUG CO. A. A. NICHOL Ice Cream Soda J. C. BEATTI E THE SHOEMAN 323 WEST MAIN STREET IONIA. Mich. THE SAFEST, CLEANEST, MOST ECONOMICAL KITCHEN FUEL GAS CLEANEST AND MOST ECONOMICAL FUEL FOR WINTER COKE Ionia Gas Company SMITH SMITH DON'T Y When in need of anything in Books, Stationery, Sporting Goods, Wall Paper and DeVoe Lead and Zinc Paint, come to us IONIA, SMITH SMITH MICH. Wholesome and Blue Ribbon Bread In Sealed Wrappers, at RECTOR’S BAKERY BUY YOUR Hardware and Sporting Goods of CH AS. A. IRELAND The REXALL STORE Prescription Pharmacy If you are dissatisfied with anything you get from this store, come and tell us all about it. Our competitors do not adjust our mistakes. H. VAN ALLEN, Proprietor No,Mr. Burglar, I've got my, money in the batik, its 5 THE THIEF ‘ ONLY ROBS THE HOUSE IN WHICH THE CASH IS HIDDEN YOUR MONEY WORKS for you fto© when aft as ana our bank. When your money works more for you, you wall need ft© work less. We offer you a secure place fto keep your money. We wall pay you 3 per cent, on ftbe money you put an our bank and compound tine anfteresft every sax momftbs. THE NATIONAL BANK Ionia, Michigan j MD LITTLE TADS j MD ALL THE REST HO ARE MOT CADS jJF YOU WOULD LEARM YHE LATEST FADS URM O'ER THESE LEAVES ®lj? jentor ’10 AN ANNUAL PUBLISHED BY The Senior Class OF THE IONIA HIGH SCHOOL Volume I. “Thou’rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given And shall not soon depart.” LETT IE V. STELLBERGER “We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart- throbs: He lives most Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best ’ KATHERINE M. TAYLOR DEDICATION To the Memory of Miss Lettie V. Stellberger AND Miss Katherine M. Taylor Who were Devoted Teachers in the Ionia High School for many years, this Volume is affectionately Dedicated by the Class of 1910. Preface 3N the fall of 1909, which was also during the period of our under- classism and the beginning of our seniorism, the publication of this book was projected. At a meeting of the class, presided over by Mr. Lister, the subject was discussed pro and con and the undertak- ing was decided upon by an unanimous vote. A little later the staff was selected by the faculty and some preliminary work started. During the winter nothing very active was done—just an occasional meeting to plan a department or suggest a new feature, and if it had not been for the occasional dropping of a joke into the joke box the school probably would have forgotten that there was such a thing in contemplation as a Senior Sigh. However, as spring came on and outdoor life awakened from its lethargy, the Seniors also awoke and through Mr. Lister’s alarm-clock- like stimulation active work was begun and did not abate until the last picture was drawn, the last joke recorded, and the last editorial written and bundled off to the printers. In times past, other ambitious senior classes have put out books but none of these can in any way compare with that of the Class of 1910. The reason is obvious—there never be- fore was a Senior Class like the Class of 1910, and to our minds there never will be. The name we chose—Senior Sigh—has provoked some comment and will doubtless call forth still more. Some think it peculiarly suggestive of rest—inactivity—but such is not the case. Indeed the very opposite is true. We have spent the greater part of four long, short, happy, sor- rowful years in the High School; we have come to the place where we can no longer address ourselves as students. Our places are filled with others and we are out. Tell me; will not even the thoughts of such a course make us sad and thoughtful; make us wish we could recall past days; and with all of this will there not come one of the outward manifesta- tions or sorrow—sighs? Most certainly; and what other word can better express our regret over leaving and our heart-felt respect for the Ionia High School than this word so suggestive of parting and farewell? We send forth this publication hoping that our efforts herein record- ed will meet with your approval and that the first Senior Sigh will go down in the history of the I. II. S. as being worthy of commendation, con- taining as it does the best of our stories, the best of our poetry, the funni- est of our jokes, the best of our artistic talent, and, perhaps, hidden away between the lines there may be read by those who care, a large measure of success in the future for each one of our number. The Sigh Staff EDITORS EDITOR-IN-CHIEF GEORGE C. TAFT LITERARY HELEN J. WILKINSON SOCIETY CORINNE S. WOLVERTON ART EDNA WARREN ATHLETICS EARL M. HANIGAN JOKES GEORGE L. HALL ASSOCIATE EDITORS LITERARY HAZEL GOODWIN ART ETHEL CONNOR SOCIETY GRACE BEATTIE HENRIETTA WEISGERBER ATHLETICS EVA KLINGENBERG IRA BENEDICT JOKES FRANK HOGLE WILL BOUCK MANAGERS BUSINESS WILL A. DOUGLASS DONALD MACKINNON SUBSCRIPTION MARION SPENCER HARRY T. COBB Board of Education President W. B. HEATH, 1911 Secretary THANE BENEDICT, 1912 Treasurer HENRY F. VOELKER, 1911 Trustee FRED A. STIVEN, 1912 Trustee J. F. FIELD. 1910 Trustee JAMES VOSPER, 1910 SUPERINTENDENT W. SHERMAN LISTER The Faculty Mathematics MARIAN E. DANIELLS English ETHELYN SEXTON Science CARREL W. FLEWELLING History Latin PRINCIPAL, LEWIS E. BIRDSALL ASSISTANT PRINCIPAL, DORIS C. LUTES CENTRAL BUILDING FROM LABORATORY WINDOW r n SENIOR CLASS ROLL Grace Beattie Class President (2); Assistant Editor Sigh Won’t you come over to my house 1 live in the house across the way. Will Bouck Assistant Joke Editor Sigh “And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew. That one small head should carry all he knew Ira Benedict Track Team (3, 4); Football (3, 4); Oratoricals; Assistant Athletic Editor Sigh A man convinced against his will. Is of the same opinion still. Ethel Connor Class Vice-president (2); Class Historian; Assistant Art Editor Sigh A dainty little maid was she. So prim, so neat, so nice.’ SENIOR CLASS ROLL Harry Cobb Track Team (3, 4); Football (4); Debating Team (4); Sub- scription Manager Sigh; Oratoricals; Class Secretary -Treasurer, (4); Senior Play “From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, he is all mirth; he hath twice (?) or thrice cut Cupid's bow string; and the little hangman dare not shoot at him; he hath a heart as sound as a bell and his tongue's the clapper for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks.' Will Dougl ass Business Manager Sigh; Football (3,4); Track Team (3); Base- ball (3); Secretary Lyceum (4); Treasurer Athletic Association (4); Senior Play; Valedictorian A little learning is a dangerous thing. Hazel Goodwin Class President (3); Assistant Literary Editor Sigh; Class Prophet By my troth, we that have wits have much to answer for. Earl Hanigan Athletic Editor Sigh; Track Team (3, 4); Football (3, 4); Baseball (3, 4) “By the lords, lads. I'm glad you have that money. Senior Class Roll George Hall Class Sergeant-at-arms (4); Joke Editor Sigh “He comes, the herald of a noisy world. With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen locks. News from all the nations lumbering on his back. ’ Frank Hogle Sub Football (4): Assistant Joke Editor Sigh “Wheresoe’er thou move, good luck Flings her old shoe after thee. Eva Klingenberg Class Vice President (4); assistant Athletic Editor Sigh; Senior Play; Athletics “ The clock upbraids me with the waste of time. Donald MacKinnon President Lyceum. First Semester (4); Football (I, 2, 3, 4;) Track Team (3. 4;) Debating Team (4); Oratoricals; Class Vice President (3); Senior Play; Business Manager Sigh; County Athletic Council (4) “ Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct or the hand to execute. Senior Class Roll Manon G. Spencer Subscription Manager Sigh; Senior Play “Infinite riches in a little room. ’ George Taft Class President (4); Vice President Lyceum (3); Class Sec- retary-Treasurer, (3); Senior Play; Editor Sigh There’s mischief in this man; He hath a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, A hand to execute any mischief.’’ Corinne Wolverton Social Editor Sigh “And she could talk, ye Gods! how she could talk.” Henrietta Weisgerber Assistant Social Editor Sigh; Senior Play “ Be good sweet maid and let those who will be clever. Senior Class Roll Helen J. Wilkinson Literary Editor Sigh; Athletics Wisdom married to immortal verse. Edna Warren Senior Play; Art Editor Sigh Be good and you'll be happy, but you'll miss a lot of fun. Class Song A SENIOR is extremely queer his teachers all declare, He’ll flunk and fool and shirk and grin and finish passing fair, They’re not that way nor never were these gentle maids and men, These model Seniors of nineteen hundred ten. Chorus: Good bye, good bye, we’re sorry we have to go; Good bye, good bye, we know' you’ll miss us so; In future years w'e know' that you will want us back again; The model Senior Class of nineteen hundred ten. A teacher does some funny things the seniors all can say; He shouts and howls and rushes round and talks the time away. And shocks our gentle gravity in a way beyond the ken Of the model Senior Class of nineteen hundred ten. Our William is the model of a burning, shining light, He puts aside all childish things and works with pure delight; He never will, he never can, be frivolous again, In the model Senior Class of nineteen hundred ten. Miss Daniels is a fair extract of that queerly teaching set; She, too, loves work and does not play—because of past regret. She’s passing life in loving and in luring to her den The model Senior Class of nineteen hundred ten. We once were fresh and verdant, though now we’re stern and grave We’re models of good students, and well we do behave; Perhaps you think we’re bluffing for they do it now and then In the model Senior Class of nineteen hundred ten. JANE COURTER. Class Day Exercises IONIA HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS WEDNESDAY. 9 A. M„ JUNE 22. 1910 MARCH . . . HIGH SCHOOL ORCHESTRA (Annual Winding of the Oak Leaf Chain) SALUTATORY .... GEORGE TAFT HISTORY.....................ETHEL CONNER (Aided by Will Bouck, Harry Cobb. Marion Spencer and Grace Beattie) PHROPHECY . . HELEN JANE WILKINSON (Aided by Corinne Wolverton and Eva Klingenberg) MUSIC............................. ORCHESTRA GIFTORIAN'S ADDRESS _ . HAZEL GOODWIN VALEDICTORY . . . WILLIAM DOUGLASS CLASS SONG.................CLASS OF 1910 MUSIC....................... ORCHESTRA Salutatory BY GEORGE TAFT. '10 P ATRONS, friends, members of the Board of Education, teachers and classmates, we greet you. We have today reached the con- summation of our hopes as high school students. The moment is at hand for which we have waited for four years, the point on which our eyes have been fixed since our first morning as Freshmen, an occasion made dear to us through our hopes and our aspirations. On this June morning when everything is so joyous and full of life, we beg of you to share with us some of the enthusiasm which we feel surging through us. Go back to the days when you were graduates, bring back those fond memories and put yourselves in a position to con- sider with us the meaning of Commencement Time. This day ends our first step in tin; preparation of what is to follow. IIow well we are pre- pared, the superstructure of the coming years will determine. When a mason sets out to build a tower he must insure a firm founda- tion before he can go on with the structure. Then as the work progress- es scaffolds have to be erected, one on the other. He must also be very careful in his actions, for a misstep will mean a fall, possibly death, and he must be scrupulously accurate about his measurements, for a single stone misplaced will mean failure when the work is completed. At last it is all but finished and he is reaching up to place the last stone, it is done! He has reached the acme of his profession. Everything is perfect and the completed tower stands ready for the use for which it was intended. Thus it is with ourselves, our character growth and de- velopment. When we are young we move under our parents’ guidance and with their help form a strong foundation for after life. As we grow older we must needs depend more and more on our own efforts, be more careful of our actions and little by little assume the cares and duties of life. Through all these experiences we are building our structure, using at each successive stage that which we have before acquired as a foun- dation. A life fully developed along such lines for us all spells success, success in the sense that every opportunity for development has been seized and improved and the finished product is therefor well nigh pei- fect. Success, however, of this nature is not easy to attain, for just as the mason may mar the beauty of his structure by a single blunder so we may thwart our purpose by a simple mistake. If the mason had not been thoroughly prepared, efficiently trained for his work, nothing worthy of noto would have resulted. Likewise with us. If our prepara- tion these twelve years we have been in school has been of the best our future life will run accordingly. If it has not been what it should be, then our life will have to suffer the penalty. No one accomplishes anything worth while these days without pre- paration. Even the detested book agent spends weeks in study, before going into the field. He must learn his pre-canvass, canvass proper art- icles to fit different types of people, and a closing speech to bind tin order, if he gets it or a polite fire of words, on a retreat, if he is rejected. The history of literature is full of instances of the untiring and relentless energy which have been used in preparing certain great works. Pres- cott, for instance, spent fifteen years in reading and in preliminary work on his South American histories and Motley spent thirty years in tin; preparation of his history of the Dutch. And so. if we are going to ex- perience the deepest meaning of that word success we must make our preparation just as thorough and just as far reaching as possible. The future is before us. We are to be the people of tomorrow, and if age is to bear the same relation to the present age that the present age bears to the past, we have a great task on our hands. It therefor remains for us to create out of ourselves greater men and women than yesterday produced. People who will wince at nothing, but who with our ex-Presi- dent Roosevelt, will wield the big stick till there is trembling even in the seats of the mighty. And now as we leave the last year’s dwelling for the new we greet you again, dear friends, and sincerely hope that this hour for which we have striven so long shall not be in vain, and that we have your best wish- es for our ultimate success. Class History BY ETHEL CONNOR PACKER: “The class in history will now recite. Turn! Rise! ilL Pass!” (Class assembles, composed of Eva Klingenberg, Marion Spencer, Harry Cobb and AVill Bouck.) Teacher: “Books closed. We will review this morning, beginning with the first chapter. You remember when the future Class of 1910 com- pleted their work in Central, they felt that they had accomplished won- ders. Fifteen members out of a class of nineteen entered High School. Not many days after they had enrolled, they found out how little they really did know. Early in the year, by uniting with the class preceding them in February, they organized as the Freshman class, consisting of thirty-one members. The large number of parties which they had dur- ing the year shortened the time for all. so that they were hardly prepared for examinations when they came, but nearly all succeeded in receiving sufficient credits for a Sophomore. “Mr. Cobb, who is a Sophomore?” Air. Cobb: “A Sophomore is one who has received three credits.” Teacher: “Now, Miss Spencer, you may tell us of the chief events which took place during your sophomore year.” Miss Spencer: “The first day of the second chapter of our High School life saw us studiously at work in the lower session room, under the care of our much respected teacher. Miss Stellberger. We were much busier this year than formerly, as you all know that there is a difference between translating Caesar and learning such declensions as: hic, haec, hoc. At the beginning of this year Mr. Bemis, our superintendent, who had long been here, left us to accept another position while Air. Daley came to take his place, a man of whom we were all proud. In the latter part of this year we were all saddened by the death of two of our teach- ers, Miss Taylor and Miss Stellberger. respected and loved by all who knew them.” Teacher: “That is right. Air. Bouck, you may give an account of the marshmallow roast. ” Air. Bouck: “In the fall our class met at the home of Airs. Vander- Ileyden. where we were entertained by a former member of our class, Ella Cutler. The earlier part of the evening was spent on the lawn, where we built large bonfires of leaves and roasted marshmallows over the coals. Later, we went into the house, where we enjoyed games and dancing. Light refreshments were served and we returned home after spending a very pleasant evening.” Teacher: “Miss Klingenberg, you may give a synopsis of the third chapter.” Miss Klingenberg: “We began our Junior year under a new superin- tendent, Mr. Lister. Several new methods were introduced, many of which have worked well. One of the main things which kept us busy was to ‘make money.’ One of the ways in which we did this was to serve, dinner to the teachers attending the Teachers’ Institute, which was held in the High School. In June we decided to entertain the departing Sen- iors with a banquet instead of the usual reception; this was appreciated by Mr. Vosper at least.” Teacher: “All right. Mr. Cobb, you may tell us about the banquet.” Mr. Cobb: “On June 23 of last year, the Juniors. Seniors and Facul- ty of the High School assembled in the K. of P. hall which was tastefully decorated in the High School colors, blue and white. About six thirty the guests took their places. “The Misses Green and Fraser catered and did every thing up brown. Professor Lister acted as toastmaster of the evening and with the aid of Elvert Davis and the student toasters, kept the people in a continual up- roar. Mr. and Mrs. Thane Benedict served us with several fine vocal selections. Some of the toasts were considered pretty hard to digest and a number were even swallowed whole. “Mr. Davis, in closing, rendered the sermon, ‘Old Mother Hub- hard,’ which caused amusement for all. A social time was enjoyed, after which the company departed to their homes.” Teacher: “Yes. What can you tell us of the Senior year. Mr. Bouck?” Mr. Bouck: “As we entered school last fall, we were confronted by this statement on one of the side boards, ‘The Senior knows and knows that he knows,’ but many times I think that the teachers, especially Mr. Flewelling, has had good cause to doubt this. This spring the Seniors, with the assistance of other High School pupils, under the direction of Miss Sexton and Mr. Birdsall, put on the play, ‘Just out of College,’ with great success. This year everything has gone well, the pupils and teach- ers have worked more together and we have enjoyed the work much more. Many of our former members have left to enter other schools, so that out of our beginning class of thirty-one, we now have but eighteen.” Teacher: “All right, now we will repeat the preamble in unison.” The Class: “We, the members of the Class of 1910, in order to form a more perfect union, establish peace with the Juniors, insure good feel- ing toward all and leave pleasant memories and best wishes to posterity, do ordain and establish this history for the Class of 1910.” Teacher: “For our next lesson we will practice what we have studied so far. Class excused.” Class Prophecy H. J. w. TIME: Ten years hence. SCENE: A “sewing bee.” GRACE BEATTIE: A married woman. CORINNE WOLYERTON: A great opera singer. HELEN WILKINSON: The hostess. Helen: “So glad you could come; we can have such a nice visit talking over old times. How is the hoy?” Grace: “He’s all right. Is that the new Ladies’ Home Journal? Isn’t it fine since George Taft began to edit it? There’s a very good article by him in it, on how to discipline children. I suppose he remem- bers how he used to discipline us as class president.” Corinne: “Well, our class seems to run to editors. Look at George Ilall and his paper. He sent me one of the first copies. It was ‘rich’ as we used to say.” Helen: “Oh, speaking of the class—isn’t Marion doing well? She’s sort of a second Maud Adams for Mr. Barrie’s new play. I always knew she’d be an actress.” Corinne: “Let me see. what did I hear about Frank Hogle and Earl Hanigan? They’re partners in a big Chicago wholesale grocery. Nice, fat, prosperous business men, very likely.” Helen: “Well, Ethel has done well. She took up Domestic Science on a large scale by getting married. She lives out west now. 0, Grace, what lovely work, what do you call it? Let me see it.” (Grace leans over to show work and letter drops from her work bag.) Grace: “O, here’s that letter from Eva. It came the other day. I thought I’d lost it. I might read it.” [Reads:] “Dear Grace—I’m having the best time now. I’ve spent most of the money that was left me in studying Dietetics and next year I am to teach in Chicago!” “Isn’t Harry Cobb’s success encouraging—” Helen interrupts: “Why, what’s he doing? 1 haven’t heard.” Grace: “Why, don’t you know he’s the great air ship man—suc- cessor of the Wright Brothers. Listen to what Eva says.” [Reads:] “—I believe Harry has solved the airship problem. And Will! He was so stirred by those two orations on the negro problem that he went down south immediately after school was out and has been there ever since—educating the little negroes. It’s a noble work. I wish I could see the class altogether once more. Lovingly, “EVA.” Helen: “Corinne had a letter from Etta the other day; read it Corinne.” ( oriune: [Reads:] “Dear Corinne—It’s certainly fine to be a farm- er-—own your farm. I have 500 acres in oranges alone and then other things, too. The Texas climate is fine. Whom do you think my next door neighbor is? To be sure, he lives fifteen miles away, but then—it’s our old friend, Ira Benedict. And the other day when I went to Houston to hear a lecture on woman suffrage I was very much surprised to find the lecturer none other than Will Bouck! Do you know where Edna Warren is?” Helen interrupts: “Do you know, Grace? Corinne and I were won- dering the other day.” Grace: “Why, let me see”—thinks hard. “Oh, she’s matron in a large orphan asylum in San Francisco. She’s making a study of chil- dren for her new book.” Corinne: “Well, that’s about all Etta says. There’s the door bell, Helen. I think it is the postman.” Helen: [Goes to the door and takes a letter and paper from post- man.] “Here’s a letter and a paper. If you’ll excuse me I’ll open them. [Opens letter—reads.] “Why, it’s from Hazel Goodwin, listen— “Dear Helen: I was so sorry that I couldn’t come to your sewing bee for Corinne. But the baby was sick and I couldn’t get away. But won’t you and Corinne and Grace all come out to dinner next Thurs- day. I’ll send down a horse, or a motor if you’d rather have it. “Lovingly, “HAZEL” Corinne: “Well, wont that be nice! What does the paper say, I wonder. I’ll see if there’s any news.” [Opens paper; reads head lines aloud.] “Donald MacKinnon, of Michigan, sent to England on government business concerning the new airship lines in South America.” Grace: “Well, of all things! Quite a noted class, isn’t it. Do you remember the times we used to have with our spreads and efforts to raise money? Well, I’ve done quite a bit of work this morning and now I must be going. I’ve had such a nice time. Good morning.” Giftorian's Address BY HAZEL GOODWIN a ARRIVED in New York last Friday evening on the steamship Lusi- tania after having spent four delightful months in Europe. 1 enjoyed every moment of the trip as everything which I saw there was so much different from views in the United States. We landed at Havre from which place we went immediately to Paris. Our first impression certainly confirmed the general idea which people have that Paris is a gay city. The Mi Carente festival was in progress upon our arrival. This was in the nature of a double festival, the Mardi-Gras having been postponed on account of the flood, and as I watched the laughing and shouting peo- ple I could not but compare this scene with what it must have been two months before, when the Seine was highest. In one of the shops which we entered, I saw some boxes of anti-fat and ventured to bring some home for Miss Wilkinson and Miss Lutes. I also found here some highly polished stones and upon looking them over 1 ran across one which I thought Will Ware would like. It was an agate (Adgate). Another day during our stay in Paris I wandered into a book shop and was glancing over the lilies of some of the English books when the proprietor called my attention to a book which he said he could highly recommend, in fact he could hardly keep enough copies in the shop to meet the demand. It was entitled, The Teachings of Ma Halla, the Persian, or Don’t Worry,” written by George Taft. While in this store I found an essay which seemed to me suitable for Will Douglass. It was called, ‘‘The Little Man’s Chance in the World.” Here also I secured for Corinne Wolverton and Helen Wilkinson copies of the book, ‘‘How to Become Dignified.” We had two weeks of delightful sigh:seeing in Paris, after which we left for Leipsig, Germany. We had some trouble at the border about our passports but were al- lowed to continue after a tedious two hours’ wait. It was here that we made our first acquaintance with the German police, that person whose reputation for curiosity is world wide. Each man carries with him a sort of interrogating phonograph which, when he sets it in motion, asks and records a person’s name, where he is going, why, how long he will stay, and other questions of like nature. I found out where these could be obtained and brought one home for Georgie Hall to help him in his work as a reporter. We found Leipsig to be a very old town. One could not take a walk through any of its broad avenues without finding some quaint building or court surrounded by tiny shops. These were so fascinating that it was hard to tear ourselves away long enough to visit the famous Grassi Mus- eum and the Historical Museum of Music. In front of one of these Leipsig stores I saw a sign in German, “All That is Left of Halley’s Comet, For Sale Here.” As I had just heard that Miss Daniels was greatly interested in the comet, 1 brought to her a literary gem entitled, “A Hit From the Tale of the Comet.” T had pon- dered long on a suitable gift for Mr. Birdsall, but it was not until we re- turned to Havre that I finally decided to buy him a pencil as the one which he has now must be nearly worn out with tapping on his desk. Here also I found for Harry Cobb a miniature ship lest he forget the Ship Subsidy question. The next chapter of our trip was to see England from an automobile. The voyage across the channel had been rough, but the sky was clear and the sun had just risen as we left the boat and made our way towards the Southampton Hotel for breakfast. About nine o’clock we heard the toot-tooting of the automobile as it drew up in front of the hotel and as we had by this time finished break- fast, we lost no time in starting. The route which had been mapped out led through the western por- tion of England, across to Edinborough, Scotland, and down the eastern coast to London. All true Englishmen love their Shakespeare and as my cousin was no exception to the rule, we spent one night at Stratford and the next morning visited the poet’s birthplace. Because Miss Sexton insists that Shakespeare did not write his plays, but that they were written by Bacon, I brought to her from this place—a rind of bacon. From Worchester or Wurster, as it is sometimes called, a village north and west of Stratford, I obtained for Mr. Flewelling a bottle of Worchestershire Sauce. Our next pause was at Arbury to visit the birthplace of George Eliot. From there I brought to Grace Beattie a book called, “The Life of Eliot.” As we were passing through a town in the northern part of England. I espied upon a building in large letters “Bingo Pickles.” This natur- ally arrested my attention and I found that this was the place where they manufactured those pickles, so I ventured lo bring Marion Spencer a bottle of them. As we rode over the Scotch highlands to Edinborough, we passed mile after mile of the beautiful purple and white Scotch heather, the plant for which Scotland is justly famous, so remembering Don MacKin- non’s liking for the heath I brought him a spray of it. We happened to be in Edinborough on Sunday, so we attended mili- tary service at St. Giles. This is very impressive as the Scottish regi- mental band leads the musical part of the service and the thousand voices of the congregation as it took up the strains, made it something long to be remembered. Our only pause on the way down the eastern coast was at Canter- bury to obtain for Mr. Forrister a bundle of old love letters of Thomas a’ Becket as I thought perhaps he could use them in his correspondence. When we reached London it was discovered that we had only one day left. All of the party were deeply disappointed, but we made the best of it and crowded as much sightseeing as possible into that one day and it was a tired, but happy crowd that started back home the next morning; Lest the Juniors feel neglected because 1 brought them nothing, I present to them all the enjoyment and privileges of the eighth hour. CONTENTMENT H. J. W. '10 SAT on a grassy hill top, And looked down on the scene below. In the light breeze the wind flowers were tossing, Like a drift of new fallen snow. Far off the sun was just setting. And it lighted the sky with gold, And filled it with glowing riches, With a touch like Midas’ of old. And I thought: Oh, this is Contentment, To rest here with my wealth near by. My kingdom—a field full of flowers. My riches—the glow in the sky. Valedictory BY WILL A. DOUGLASS T is with mingled feelings of pleasure and regret that we assemble Jll here today. Some are anxious to begin greater tasks while others are looking baek with sadness over the four happy years that have just passed. Although filled with trials, disappointments, and failures, yet they have, indeed, been happy years. Now that we have reached this goal for which we have been striving, let us consider the desirability of an education, whether this expenditure of time and energy is worth while. The mind of a child may be compared to a seed, which being planted in fertile ground and tenderly cared for will eventually bring forth an increased value. So, the child if sent to school, cared for and helped in every way by his teachers and parents will be much better able to com- pete in the battle of life. We are born with mental power in undevelop- ed form. The mind as well as the body grows from inherent forces sup- plemented by outside influences. An insufficient amount of food will re- tard growth. If this were continued for a few years, it would have a very weakening effect. So it is with the mind. A little education may be picked up here and there, outside of schools, as all life experiences add to a small extent to our mental power, but never does one learn as rapidly as when under the influences of good instructors. A book may be a great teacher, but the man who can write a book is usually more helpful to those who are his pupils than to those who get his ideas only. Some people think that it is the best thing for a boy to learn a trade as soon as he is old enough to become an apprentice. In such a case he will know one trade. Who knows at what time some new invention or alteration in the markets of the world will throw old methods and the men who are accustomed to them out of date and use? The man of special skill may be changed into an unskilled laborer over night. Men with mere technical knowledge will be servants perpetually and may at any time become useless servants, their skill gone out of use and fashion. The particular thing that they do may become unnecessary or may be so changed that they cannot comprehend or adjust themselves to the change. The question resolves itself into this: Shall the education be a pre- paration for the life of a mere toiler or shall it be the beginning in the development of a master workman? We live in an age in which no achievement is to he cheaply obtained. All the commonplace acquirements open to amateurs are exhausted. Things really worth while are open only to the efficient. “Efficiency,” as defined by President Wilson, of Princeton, is the power to think at the center of things, the power of independent movement anti initiative. It is not merely the suitability to be a good tool; it is the power to wield tools; and among the tools are men and circumstances and changing pro- cesses of industry, changing phases of life itself. Education is not merely knowledge of hooks. It is growth—it is the ability to adapt oneself to circumstances, to seize opportunity—in short, education is power. It remains for this class to do its part to demon- strate the advantages of a good early education. For the opportunity of attending these good schools, we are first in- debted to the patrons who have devoted time, interest and money; there- by enabling the Board of Education to bring the schools up to their present high standard of excellence. The teachers must also be included in this debt of gratitude, for it is by their help and guidance that we have been able to grasp some of the greater truths. Juniors, and underclassmen, as we leave these old congenial scenes, you cannot realize tin1 sadness and regret with which we say the last good-bye. The old familiar bell will never ring for us again. As we look back over our victories and failures we cannot help but wish that we had made more of each passing day. Some of us must now go out into the world and fight our own battles; while others are looking forward to a college or university course. But no matter where we go or what we do. there will never be the same old walls nor will the rooms echo with the footsteps of tin old friends and teachers so familiar to us. But now we have assembled here to bid farewell to all that we have held dear during the four years. To the Juniors we leave the enviable position which for the past year we have enjoyed and striven to main- tain honorably. You, the underclassmen, we entreat to consider well Ihe opportunity which will come to you but once. And now with graceful smile and accents cheerful. And warmer heart than word or look can tell, In simpler phrase—while many an eye is tearful. Dear teachers, classmates, schoolrooms—all farewell. (Cimtnuwnmntt JJrmiram Methodist Episcopal Church, 8 p. m., June 23, 1910 March .... Smith’s Orchestra Invocation . Rev. G. W. Moore Music .... Male Quartette Chandler Haight, Clarence Eddy, Henry Felton, Jay Van Sickle Address .... Orlo J. Price, Ph. D. Boat Song, by Bendel Mrs. A. P. Fleckenstein Presentation of Diplomas . Supt. W. Sherman Lister Music ...... Orchestra Benediction .... Rev. E. E. Branch % . The Juniors BY SARAH HOOVER m E, the Juniors, believe in quality rather than quantity. Perhaps this view is forced upon us; still, the size of our class, far from being an obstacle, has proved a blessing. We feel certain that no other class in the High School has more class spirit in proportion to its size. That class is more than fortunate which has as much. With no boastful spirit, do we say these things, nor as the proud father, who said: “Although 1 have the dearest, the cutest, and the smartest youngster in town, I never boast about him.” We are so very few in number—there are fifteen—that the casual ob- server might pass us by, as little worth his notice. Yet in our numbers, or rather the lack of them, lies our strength as a class. Every member is and, moreover, knows that lie is of vital importance to the class. Each one knows that his work counts, not merely as a drop in the bucket, but as the stroke that shall spell victory or defeat, according as it is given or withheld. To this spirit, we attribute our success and to losing sight of it for a time, our one defeat, our lecture. We are but human, and success, to- gether with praise, which was undoubtedly intended to spur us on to greater effort, turned our heads. We forgot that labor is the price of all good things, and we failed miserably. However, we are not discouraged by the failure. It has aroused our fighting blood. We are still in the struggle, and are making good. THE JUNIORS i tUu' 3«ittnr0 •+--- (Haas Officers Maurice Spaulding Inez Jones Martin Cook Will Ware President Vice President Secretary Treasurer (Class 4H? tubers Adams, Nina Alliason, Albert Brock, Stuart Cannon, Loretta Cottingham, Elsie Cook, Martin Cutler, Alta lone Emmons, Mae Hoover, Sarah Jones, Inez Lampkin, Gladys Metz, Ethel Robertson, Hazel Spaulding, Maurice Ware, Will CENTRAL BUILDING The Sophomores BY ADA T. HEATH. '12 ®UR class emerged from its Freshman year having scored the usual success there. We escaped the traps of the wily Sophomores and tried valiantly to hide our verdure. Many and elaborate were our class festivals, and the treasurer can testify to the surprising alacrity with which the members of our class paid their monthly assess- ments. Many and long have been our struggles for the almighty dollar that we may reach the Junior milestone with bulging pockets. A play or entertainment has been agitated for some time thinking to swell the funds by this method. Great talent, perhaps heretofore undiscovered, exists in our class and as there seems to be much argument as to the kind of entertainment to be given, I would suggest the following, as it gives in a small measure, scope for the abilities of our various classmates. Perhaps it is not generally known that Miss Pauline Benedict has writ- ten a charming monologue “In a Hurry” to which. I am sure. Miss Mer- rie Steere would do full justice. She will be remembered by her splen- did recitation in Lyceum of that tragical poem, ‘‘The Reign of the Stuarts.” Miss Bess Adgate could certainly give her two popular songs, ‘‘Be- ware” and ‘‘lie Loves My Red, Red Hair.” Mr.-Harry Aldrich, at any rate, would be willing to air his views on “Ship Subsidy,” and Miss Baerd could add to the pleasure of the entertainment by giving one of her various selections. She might use this as an occasion to champion the rights of the girls in the various organizations in school. There will be, of course, many others on the program and with these paragons of talent, the affair must he a success. The time or place of presentation has not yet been decided upon but it cannot but be a success under the energetic management of Miss Josephine Taylor and Lee Young. This mad rush after money or rather the lack of it, has somewhat curtailed our social affairs. We had a most enjoyable time at Miss Pauline Benedict’s home after a somewhat exciting ride out there, inas- much as we lost our way. Another milestone in our history was the party at Miss Bess Adgate’s home where Mr. Birdsall exhibited his won- derful hypnotic powers. We hope to entertain the Freshman class soon at Miss Nellie Alliason’s and great preparations are already under way to insure a pleasant time. Perhaps when we are Juniors we will have more time to bestow on such things. THE SOPHOMORES (Elans (Ofttrrrs President___________________________Harry Aldrich Vice President________________________Ada Heath Secretary and Treasurer________Olive Xormington (Elans JHrralirrs Harry Aldrich Nellie Alliason Grace Ashdown Bessie Adgate Pauline Benedict Mary Brown Helen Baerd Clariva Dengate .Marion Dunning Florence Dingman Roy Edlin Donald Eddy M. Bessie Hall Robert .McPherson Ada Heath Jessie Hinds Olive Normington Alice Powell Gertrude Scheurer Merrie Steere Josephine Taylor Lucille Wilson Lee Young Florence Yeomans The Freshmen BY ALDEN SESSIONS RESHMEN classes are usually considered lacking in enterprise and enthusiasm, but this is certainly not true of the Class of 1913. In the first part of the year nothing was done in the line of parties excepting a small celebration in the form of a surprise for our former teacher, Miss Ilerthick. who is now Mrs. Howe. The session room was decorated in green and white, the freshman colors, with a few corn-stalks and autumn leaves filling the corners and walls. Appropriate verses and wise sayings graced the blackboards and also a Thanksgiving tur- key drawn by one of our boy artists. However, our first real party or parties took place on the night fol- lowing the worst storm of the winter. AVe had planned a sleighride to Miss Hazzard’s, but of course the heavy snowfall rendered the roads im- passable. The girls insisted on going, if such a thing were possible, and not until all ’busmen, draymen, and farmers within a five mile radius had re- fused to take a load, were they satisfied. Then the boys planned a “stag ’ party at the Eagle Ilall. while the girls met for a good time at Miss Brock’s. Here at a midnight spread they very selfishly ate all the “grub” which they had prepared for the sleighride. Even more to their discredit they boldly invaded the boys’ party and remained the rest of the evening. About two weeks later on one of the most delightful evenings of the season, two jolly sleigh-loads, chaperoned by the Misses High and Wirth, left the Callow House for the long delayed party. The time on the way was spent in singing songs and telling stories. Shortly after our arrival at the Hazzard homestead the girls went to the kitchen to prepare the midnight lunch while the boys cheered them on in a chorus led by Miss High. Supper was not long in preparation and we were all glad to see a bountiful spread. Six of the girls waited on table and they were kept busy feeding the hungry Freshmen. After the spread the toastmaster, Clyde Tuttle, made his preliminary remarks, in which he thanked the girls for the excellent spread, and introduced Miss High, giving her an impromptu on the “Trials and Pleasures of a Chaperone.” She mentioned a few incidents that happened on the way which were particularly humorous to all but the participants. Her toast was made spicy by a great many appropriate jokes. In conclusion she recited these few lines: “Here’s hoping that you may live a thousand years, And I a thousand years, Nay, a thousand years less one day, Because I don’t think I’d care to live After all you Freshmen had passed away.” Miss Wirth was the next victim, her subject being, “Noises in the Night.” This subject was suggested by her room-mate and proved a very humorous one. I will say the noise was caused by mice and you can imagine the rest. Mice in a teacher’s room! Miss Arnold responded to a toast with this verse: “If eloquence were mine And all the lore, ancient and modern, Could 1 wish more; Or with more fitting phrase, Could I address you, Than with these world-old words, God bless you!” Mr. Burletson treated the subject, the “Trials of a Tall Person” in a witty manner, while Mr. Wilder and Mr. Carlisle spoke very interesting- ly on football subjects. Miss Birdsall, speaking on “The Freshmen’s Ideals,” expressed the sentiments of all. After a short time spent in games the merry company left with three rousing cheers for the Hazzards and a volley of high school yells. They arrived home at an early hour, all reporting a jolly time. THE FRESHMEN (Class ©Hirers President--------------------------------glen eddy Vice President------------------------lillian nioore Secretary and Treasurer-----------edson hemingway (Class fflentbers mable alvord susibelle a mold hazel birdsall harold bradley gertrude brock Cornelia canfield benedict canfield victor Carlisle bessie crane abbie dolson glen eddy helen fanning ethel fleming harold foote ella hall lois hazzard edson hemingway margaret higgins ormison hilborne neva holcomb ruth johnson ruth ketebum eva kitson dean la dow elsie lane trances loomis lillian nioore william mckendry marian normington ella peacock otto phillips fannie robertson alden sessions delos smith nefctie snow sylvia snell arthur taft mark taft Clyde tuttle bessie wilbur fred wilder susie willard eugenia whorley floyd wood CLASS OF 1914 THE SPY BY HARRY ALDRICH. '12 BRACKS A single shot rang out on the night air and was quickly followed by a stifled cry and a dull thud as of a falling body. A band of men came breaking through a thicket of small shrubs and groped around, peering for the body of the person or thing that had been hit. Now and then someone shouted when they thought they had found the object of their search, but soon the noise ceased and the search went on quietly. The huge bluff directly behind, seemed to tower with never-ending distance high into the heavens and the line of stars above its crest seemed to be seated in firm seclusion on its very summit. The forest glades on the steep and precipitous side were black with the dark- ness of night and down near the bottom where the large heavy trees left off. were scattered clumps of small shrubs and bushes. Par away through the dusk and blackness came the faint distant glimmer of a fire light, flashing and leaping, shining through the trees as if desiring some notice. This fire was one of the many camp fires of the Union lines. It was in these scattered bunches of underbrush and shrubs that Corporal Dugan and his men were searching for their victim. At last the Corporal himself gave a signal, for he had stumbeld over the body of a man. The men came tumbling through the bushes to their Corporal’s side and there on the ground, lying in a pool of blood, was the man they were looking for. A lantern was produced and lighted and the man examined. It was found that the bullet had grazed his head, knocking him iido insensibility and leaving a raw and nasty wound, but not a dangerous one. When satisfied that the man would recover, the Corporal had the man’s head bound up in some rags which one of the men had found in his clothing and then searched the body for papers. Nothing could be found until, unstrapping the man’s belt they found on the inner side, a bundle of papers which unmistakably came from the Union army. By this time the man had recovered his senses and was placed on a stretcher which was carried between two men. It was seen that he was a young man of good looks and athletic figure, with a look in his eyes that denoted nerve and fiery passion. lie wore an old Confederate uniform with the dust and dirt of much usage still clinging to it. while his feet were cased in high military boots with no spurs. Ilis head was bare excepting the rag wound around on the side of his head. Immediately after being placed on the stretcher the Confederate seemed to have fainted, but whether real or sham the dark- ness made it impossible to tell, for the lantern had been extinguished. No word was spoken to the prisoner, but Corporal Dugan was mighty busy thinking. Ile pitied the fair young man because he knew the fate that awaited him for being caught within the lines. He almost wished he had brought the boy, for he was little over a boy, down to his death when the shot had been fired. Perhaps he would pull through without being shot, which is the fate of all spies that are caught, because he had been found in a uniform and not in plain citizen’s clothing. Yet, finding those papers on him was evidence not to be disputed. “Well.” thought the Corporal, “he took his life in his own hands so 1 ought not to bother my brain about him.” Yet he couldn’t help but pity him. Soon they reached the outskirts of the Union camp. “Halt!” rings out the sentry cry, “who goes there?” “Friends!” returned the Corporal. “Corporal Dugan with prisoners.” Corporal Dugan was well known and the sentry pressed forward and asked a few questions to satisfy his curiosity. The band moved on until they came before a large white tent. Here the men were dispersed and the Corporal and two men took the prisoner within the tent. It was the Colonel’s headquarters. The Corporal saluted. “What have you here?” asked the Colonel. “A spy found within the lines not an hour ago. sir.” “That cannot be, as he wears his uniform,” said the Colonel. “Here are papers found on his person.” The papers were examined and found to be a complete map of the Union entrenchments and line of defense. The papers had belonged to the General and had only been missing for a day, the General thinking he had lost them somewhere in his tent. Now, here was the cause for the miss- ing papers. A Confederate spy! “Take him away to await court martial.” The spy had lain with unruffled countenance through this speech until the word “court martial” was heard and then his jaw snapped and a steel blue light came into his eyes, that told he would die without a shiver. The men took him away. CHAPTER II “You will see that the prisoner is hanged at daybreak. By the way, have you learned his name?” “He still refuses to disclose it.” “Oh. does he? Well, he doubtless wishes to spare the feelings of his relatives. It won’t be extremely unpleasant to read in the dispatches that a brother or a son had been hanged as a spy, eh? “It would be horrible.” “But he will let the secret out before he swings. They always do. It was the day after court martial that this speech took place be- tween the colonel and the general. The spy had been tried and con- demned to be hanged at daybreak of June 13, which occurred on a Fri- day. An unlucky day for some. June 13 the sun rose clear and warm over the meadows and shone with direct rays upon the bluff back of the camp. The birds were sing- ing sweetly and the very air was alive with the splendor of the day. No sign of a lost life barred the beauty of the morn. The camp was atinglc with bustle. Someone came running into the colonel’s tent and offer- ed a hasty salute. “The prisoner has escaped, sir!” was the hasty word and the colonel quickly ran out and inquired into particulars. lie gave orders for a hot pursuit and then went for the general. “Well, Colonel Kennington, did the prisoner confess his name?” “The prisoner has escaped, but he stands no chance of getting away.” “M’m,” muttered the general, “he must be caught. lie has mental notes of our maps and could afford the enemy much valuable informa- tion.” “He will be caught, general.” “Very well, put yourself to your utmost skill to catch him and let me know when you do.” That night a troop of men came in bearing with them a stretcher upon which lay the spy, much bedraggled and dust covered. He was dead. He had been shot down to prevent his escape while attempting to cross a river into his own lines. The report says that his last words were the disclosure of his name. “George Kennington,” he said. “Your colonel is my father, but he has not seen me since a child.” He died jiist after that and there was no hanging. The White Nosed Calf BY SARAH HOOVER. '1 1 ARBARA was Ihe dearest little calf that ever lived; so every one TIB said who ever saw her. Her coat was a dark, glossy red with white rings about each of her feet and a large irregular patch, like a scar, just above her nose. When she looked at you calmly out of her great, solemn, blue-gray eyes you would say: “Here is no ordinary calf.” And so it proved; for in spite of her gentleness, Barbara developed a most unreasoning stubbornness. While she was still very young she received a mark of this. Three pigs found their way into her pen and came upon her, lying down. Barbara did not move when one of them tried to roll her over with his snout, nor even when another one chewed off the end of her ear. As time went on. Barbara grew and flourished, after the fashion of calves, and was finally turned into a larger pen out of doors. Up to this time no serious difficulties had arisen; but after she had been turned out for a few days, a little girl from town named Mary, visited at the farm. Mary took a fancy to Barbara and wanted to catch her, so one day she set out for the pasture with a rope and a pail of milk. A taste of freedom had made Barbara wild and at sight of Mary she kicked up her heels and ran to the other side of the field. At this end of the pasture there was a large mud hole, where there had formerly been a spring. In the middle, it was about waist deep, a soft, black, oozy mud, the slimy haunt of frogs and turtles. Into this Barbara carefully picked her way until she was out of reach from shore. And there, to all appearances, she intended to stay. However, after a great deal of coaxing, her craving for milk overcame her caution and she came out and eagerly thrust her nose into the milk. Now was the time! The rope was placed about her neck and all but knotted, when—bunt! Away went the pail! And up went Mary’s feet in a shower of milk and came down astride of Barbara s neck. Bar- bara thrilled with a strange emotion, her tail rose and stiffened, and answering Mary’s shriek with a short hoarse bellow, she shot forth at a pace that would have shamed l)an Patch or Lou Dillon. Straight as the wild bee to his tree, Barbara rushed to her haven, the mud hole. In she splashed, up to her neck, and then unable to go further, stopped and looked around at Mary, with great tears rolling pitiously down her cheeks. Mary looked at her kindly, and said: “Never mind, Barbara, it’s all right. Papa’s car is always stopping in places like this.” ORIGIN OF THE SPECIES WITH APOLOGIES TO DARWIN BY MARGARET PAULINE BENEDICT. '12 f USII up, honey, co’se I’se black! ijjj Ain’t much call fo’ su’prise, ’Twas de Lawd as made us all, Ain’ no diff’runce in His eyes. Honey, let dose white lids droop, ’Nen all’ll tell yo’ how it come Dat yo’ mammy’s face am black; Yas, an’ shinier’n some. Once, a long, long time ago. When the wurld wuz mighty new Wa’n’t no men or little folks, Wusn’t any women, too; An’ the eahth wus bery bleak, Bery Ion’some an’ fo’lo’n, ’Thout no noise or anythin’, An’ the trees jus’ had to mou’n. Der they stood, an’ all the leaves Kinder drooped an’ hangin’ down, An’ the fiowahs wus all shut, On’y lookin’ at de groun’. What’s de use o’ bein’ green, What’s de use o’ smellin’ sweet, If der ain’ no one aroun’, Ain’ no sound o’ little feet? Den erway off in de sky Someone saw an’ undahstood, An’ He thought He bettah try An’ jus’ do de lies’ He could; So He fashioned out a man. Made ’im out o’ iron an’ dust, An’ he wus as white as san’;— Yas, an’ watah made ’im rust. “Dat won’ do,’’ He thought, an’ so lie .just put de red man by In a place all trees an’ grass, An’ lie took anothah try. l)is time He jus’ used some clay, Nice an’ yallah like, all through, But it made a yallah man. An’ He see dat wouldn’t do. So He took some nice white san’ ’At wus lyin’ handy theah, An’ He made two mos’ alike, On’y one had kinky haiah. So He put one in de shade, An’ de othah started life In a cave wheah it wus so dahk You could cut it wif a knife. But when He come back to look, Dat one as wus in de light Wus the same as it wus lef’, Nice an’ straight an’ bery white; But de cave one wus a sight! Jus’ as black as it could be, Poah the dahkness had come off,— Rubbed off on im, deah, you see. Honey, ain’ you gone to sleep, Ain’ you ’shamed to wake all night, Don’ you see I’m tryin’ to be Jus’ as soothin’ as I might? Theah, now. I don’ mean to seol’, I’m jus’ glad as I kin be Dat you is just as you is, Dat you isn’t black like me. EIGHT GIRLS AND A GHOST CAST OF CHARACTERS BY C. C.. '13 MRS. TROWBRIDGE: The hostess. ELIZABETH TROWBRIDGE: Her daughter of sweet sixteen, com- monly called Betty. Guests DIANA, nicknamed “Di.” ROBERTA, nicknamed “Bobby.” ISOBEL. MARJORIE. SALLY. CAROLINE. MURIEL, nicknamed “Trix.” ANNE. ACT I. SCENE 1. Bunch of girls in middle of street at 4:30 p. m. BETTY: “Hurrah, girls, here he comes!” ANNE: “Is that you, father?” BETTY: “No, he has evidently sent his man for us.” BOBBY: “How romantic! Is lie handsome?” BETTY: “Not very, but here he is, so scramble on.” (The load starts down the street when suddenly an ear-splitting shriek is heard.) SALLY: “That sounds quite like Marjorie. Does anyone know why she couldn’t come?” ISOBEL: “It is! Here she comes with a suit-case.” MARJORIE (running breathlessly): “I couldn’t stand it, I had to come. Someone help me on here. I never can raise myself to those dizzy heights.” Chorus: “At your service ma’am.” (All rush to help her.) Curtain. SCENE 2. Country road. CAROL: “Isn’t this glorious? This road is certainly beautiful.” TRIX: “Let’s see how far we can ride standing up.” BETTY: “I’m game!” BOBBY: “So’m I!” DI: “Me too!” (All stand up.) MARJORIE (dramatically): “United we stand!” “And, divided we ANNE (after wagon has gone over a bump) : fall!” SALLY: “You girls may ‘fall to earth to rise again,’ but I prefer to sit down and nurse my shins.” TRIX: “Rub mine, too?” BETTY: “All right, toss them over and I’ll give them an electric treatment.” TRIX: “No, thanks, I’d rather forego that extreme pleasure.” BETTY: “Well, here we are home at last. You have all met my mother?” Chorus: “Yes, indeed we have. How do you do, Mrs. Trowbridge?” MRS. TROWBRIDGE: “Follow Betty and she will show you where to put your things. Supper is nearly ready, so don’t stop to comb your hair, any of you.” Curtain. ACT II. SCENE 1. Two adjoining bedrooms. TIME: 11:30 p.m. CAROL: “Girls, I can’t get over that ghost walk we took after supper. I feel all creepy yet, and that ghost!” ANNE: “You were nice, I must say, to run and let Di and me come back alone.” BOBBY: “Really, Anne, we didn’t stop to think.” ANNE: “We couldn’t help but notice.” BETTY (perched on a bed post): “Attention! If any of you want a bed-fellow, get her now. There is a cot for one, the three-quarters width bed for two, and the two double beds for six.” MARJORIE: “I bid for the cot.” DI: “I’ll sleep with Carol, because she’s afraid of the ghost.” CAROL (aiming a pillow at her) : “Indeed! I’m not afraid of any ghost.” SALLY: “Trix, Anne and I have the other bed in this room.” BETTY: “Which leaves Bobby, Isobel and me in the other.” Curtain. SCENE 2: Lights out; all in bed. ISOBEL: “Hey, you girls in there, we’d like to slumber awhile.” DI: “No rest for the weary tonight.” MARJORIE: “Oh girls, don’t raise the roof tonight, please. I'll have a beastly headache if you do.” ANNE: “Now, Marjorie, you know you never have one. You are too unsophisticated.” MARJORIE: “Biff! Was that meant for me? But honest, I know I will.” SALLY: Oh dear. I can’t go to sleep either.” MARJORIE: ‘‘If you girls really want to go to sleep I think I can help you out. Mama told me that if ever I was nervous and couldn’t sleep (he best thing to do is to begin and say: one chimpanzee, two chim- panzee. three chimpanzee, etc., and before I’d know it. I’d be asleep.” ANNE: Oh joy! That’s just the thing. Now girls, all ready, one! two! three!” Chorus: “One chimpanzee! two chimpanzee! three chimpanzee! four chimpanzee!— MARJORIE: ‘‘Oh dear, what have I done?” ( horns: Six chimpanzee! seven chimpanzee! eight chimpanzee! nine chimpanzee! ten chimpanzee! eleven—” MARJORIE (giggling): ‘‘I’ll be a nervous wreck, if you don’t stop.” SALIA (suddenly): “Well, I’m going to depart hence and sleep with Carol.” 1)1: “All right, you’re welcome. I’ll sleep with Anne then.” (After awhile snores (?) issue forth from the various beds.) ANNE: “Well Di, we’ve sung them to sleep, suppose we take a nap.” SALLY (punching Carol): “Hist! Carol! are you awake?” CAROL (dreamily): “Yes. n-o-o, rather, I guess I am.” SALLY (punching harder) : “What on earth is in that doorway?” CAROL (looking, screams): “Sally, it’s the ghost!” (Dives under bed clothes.) (By this time the rest are all awake.) 1)1: “Sally! are you crazy?” SALLY: “Look in that door!” (All look and begin to scream, the nervous wreck collapses with a blood-curdling yell.) GHOST: “Why girls, what is the matter?” SALLY: “Don’t speak to us. please!” CAROL: “Go way! Go way! Go-oo!” ANNE: “Come on girls, let’s hear what it has to say.” GIIOM : “What is the cause of all this excitement?” 1 RIX (boldly): “You are! WThose ghost are you anyway?” GHOST: “W’hv, did you think I was a ghost? 1 just came up to close the windows till after the storm.” ( horns (relieved): “Oh. it’s you, Mrs. Trowbridge! We thought you were a—a—ghost. Good-night!” (Exhit ghost.) (Hysterical gig- gles from the nervous wreck.) Curtain. In Memoriam NED GALLAGHER MYRTLE TAFT HARRY JACOBUS PEARL AMPHLETT THE LYCEUM DON MACKINNON President, First Semester WILL WARE President, Second Semester LITERARY SOCIETY H. J. W„ '10 ABOUT the middle of the year 1009. a number of the students be- came interested in starting a Literary Society in t he High School. The purpose of this society was to give the students practice in public speaking, to make them more self confident, and to teach them the important parts of Parliamentary Law. Committees were appointed and a constitution drawn up. The name agreed on was the High School Ly- ceum. officers were elected, and The Lyceum started out in fine style. At first, only the students who cared to. joined the society, and there were between thirty and forty members; but this year every one in the school is a member. The programs have been varied and interesting. In the fall, the girls gave a short play and by charging admission were able to raise enough money to buy the much needed song-books. Under Mr. Birdsall’s direction, a class in Parliamentary law was started. There was also a House of Representatives in which the boys were prepared for the lonia-Greenville debate. In the election of officers for next year, we intend to try a new method. Committees will be chosen to nominate the new officers. Then the officers of election, consisting of one justice, two judges and two clerks for each party, Avill be chosen by the president, from the civics class. The students will be required to register and the election will be carried on like an ordinary town election. The present officers are President, Will Ware; Vice-President, Martin Cook; Secretary, Will Douglass and Treasurer, Ada Heath. HELEN BAERD HARRY COBB ORATORICAL CONTEST HE second annual oratorical and declamatory contest was held in the Baptist church in March. The contestants in declamation were Helen Panning, Ilazel Birdsall, Helen Baerd, Mary Brown and Marion Dunning, while Harry Cobb and Ira Benedict contested for the oratorical honors. The musical numbers on the program were ren- dered by the High School orchestra and a ladies’ quintette. We have not space here to discuss each speaker individually. Suf- fice it to say there was not a weak part on the program and each one did his or her part toward presenting an exceptionally good program. Miss Helen Baerd with the selection, ‘’The New South,” by Grady, won the declamatory contest, while Harry Cobb received first place in ora- tory. Miss Baerd’s ease and grace before an audience are to be com- mended. The subject of the winning oration was “Russian Oppression.” It set forth vividly the condition of the Russian peasants under the tyranny of the Czar and the need of immediate action in promoting the interests of our own nation. Mr. Cobb spoke with an earnestness and force which held his audience well. Second honors were given to Miss Birdsall and Mr. Benedict. Oratory in Ionia is comparatively a new departure—last year wit- nessing the first attempt in this line of work. The value derived from it cannot be measured. It gives a drill in English, and an ease and self con- trol which can scarce be obtained in any other way. To those contestants who do not win, the time spent in preparation is by no means lost. It is to be hoped that in the years to come a greater interest will be taken in oratory and that it will become one of the strongest features of our High School work. Just Out of College BY CORINNE WOLVERTON. '10 Nh ER before has a High School class scored so much success as did the Seniors in their play, “Just Out of College,” written by George Ade. The play was given to two enthusiastic audiences Friday evening, February 18. and Monday evening, February 21. 1!)1(). It was breezy, full of life and sparkling with wit. Much credit and many thanks are due Principal Birdsall and Miss Sexton, who devoted so much of their time to the direction and staging of the play. The music was by an orchestra of young people who donated their services for the occasion and was especially good. 1 he story of the play is laid in the office of Septimus Pickering, who is in the pickle business. lie has a daughter, Caroline, who is acquainted with Edward Worthington Swinger, the hero of the play, who wishes to marry her. Swinger is granted permission by the father to marry the daughter providing he can prove himself a good business man. lie does this to perfection by borrowing at the start $20,000 from Mr. Pickering. The money he uses in the building of an opposition pickle factory, going into partnership with a Miss Jones, and through the competition that arises in which young Swinger proves himself a worthy competitor for the great Pickering, and the latter is convinced that he is a good catch for his daughter. The affair ends happily. The cast, made up of students from the High School and three of the teachers, was an exceptionally good one, and much to its credit it can be said that the play was put on without the help of outside talent as is usually the case. Of the male characters Donald McKinnon was very good as the hard-headed, successful business man. Edward Worthington Swinger, just out of college, by his “colossal and monumental nerve,” outwits Pickering, wins the girl and keeps the money in the family. This part was ably presented by Martin Cook, whose ease all through was especially creditable. One of the most humorous characters was Prof. Bliss, the apostle of repose, presented by George Taft. His appearance was greeted with applause at every entrance. Lewis E. Birdsall, as Slivers Mason, acted the part of a college chum of Swinger and took the part very well. Harry Cobb was the office boy and his funny pranks were enthusiastically re- ceived. Will Douglass, Will Ware, Ora Cook, Ray M. Forrister, Harry Aldrich, Victor Carlyle and Percy Haskins completed the male cast, and filled the parts assigned nicely. The young ladies in the cast were right in line for honors with the boys. “Caroline’ was assigned to Miss Marion Spencer, who gave the part real life and grace, while her friend, Genevieve Chizzle, one of those “candid friends,” was very ably presented by Miss Helen Baerd. Miss Eva Klingenburg was especially good as “Jonesy,” a female business man, and deserves much credit. “Mrs. Luella Bickering,” the president of the co-ordinated culture club, was well given by Miss Loretta Cannon. Miss Ethelyn Sexton was remarkably good as “Aunt Julia Swinger.” Miss Henrietta Weisgerber was Bickering’s efficient stenographer. Miss Edna Warren was a collector of souvenirs, and was very amusing. Marion Dunning. Gertrude Brock, Helen Fanning and Hazel Birdsall were “Bingo” girls who gave post cards and pickles to prospective investors. The class feels very much indebted to the outsiders who so kindly contributed their services which aided in bringing about the great suc- cess of the play, and also to the enthusiastic audiences present each evening. The net proceeds of the play amounted to about $115.00. THE PRESENT QUESTION BY R. J. Oh you Comet! Dim and fair, Swiftly gliding through the air. Tell us of your wondrous birth How you came to meet the earth, When you formed that lustrous tail— That which follows on your trail, Whence did come your name so queer, That which all have learned to fear? Tell us all that you have seen Over seas and over green; All about this wondrous land Fashioned by an unseen Hand. When you’ve answered me correct All your answers shall he checked. Then shall it be told to men, Fear not the comet; 1910! The Backward Party BY EDNA WARREN. '10 AS we turn back in our memory to recall the various social events enjoyed by the Class of TO, we think of the Backward Party, giv- en by teachers of the I. II. S. to the Senior Class, at the home of Miss Mary Wilkinson, as one of the most enjoyable. It was something new in the line of entertainments and the amusement began when we received our invitations and found ourselves unable to determine their meaning at first, but upon examining them more closely, we discovered that we had begun to read in the wrong corner. We were directed to go to the back door and when we were just inside we were met by Mr. Forrister with band outstretched ready to bid us “good-night.” We went but a few steps farther and were again stop- ped by Mr. Flewelling who also showed his appreciation of our company by a hearty hand shake and next we came to Miss Wilkinson who had taken her stand near the stairway to show us where we would find our wraps. Some of the Senior boys, because of their earnest desire to do all they could to carry out the plan of entertainment, furnished much amusement by wearing their coats, collars, and ties fastened in the back with their hair parted in the back and combed down straight in front. However, their faces were slightly misplaced and their feet seemed to turn the wrong way for a normal person. After all were present several lively games were played, then we were entertained by a mock Lyceum meeting which Avas also arranged appro- priately for such a party. In Ibis case the teachers were the only ones on the program and we could sit in perfect ease, with not even the fear of being forced to give an impromptu speech. Of course, the program be- gan with the last number and consisted of orations, declamations, music and a two-act tragedy entitled, “The Death of Pyrannis and Thisbe.” The numbers on the program which were most in accordance with the backward plan, were the oration given bacdnvard by Mr. Forrister and the English alphabet given in the same manner by Mr. Lister, though all of the numbers were very fitting to the occasion and most excellently rendered. When this Avas over, Ave were served with a very nice lunch, in which toothpicks were the first treat. After all AA’ere filled to the uttermost we joined in several merry songs and after a most hearty Avel- come by all of the teachers, Ave departed, each and everyone feeling that this had been an eArening spent without one dull moment. Effeminate Party BY G. C. T. '10 lie invitations ran something like this: The Senior Girls will entertain The Senior Boys at the home of Marion Spencer Friday evening, January 21, 1910. (Come dressed to represent a book.) Nothing very unusual about the first part, just the cut and dried perfunctory note which has ushered in so many delightful times in gen- erations past and which proved to be no exception in this case—but the last part, the post script, in regard to the books. Oh! After the manner of writers of more mature years we will pass over the long week of agonizing worry, the planning, the consulting ponderous volumes, and the periods of heart breaking despondency preceding the eventful night and turn our attention to the eventful Friday evening on which the party was to be held. No wonder that the clock stopped, that the pater had a pressing engagement, that mater had engaging duties in the part of the house not reserved for the seniors. Little wonder that the dog (now dead, honors on his name) ran howling about the place, his tail between his legs and a woe-be-gone expression on his visage when the crowd appeared. To describe to you or attempt to convey to your senses the appear- ance of the motley crowd of seniorites would be the work of a master; suffice it to say that all phases of life were, there represented from Perry on the frigid north pole to Col. Roosevelt in the torrid African jungle. Just as everybody was comfortably seated and two or three members had begun the settlement of the fortunes of certain individuals of the High School all were asked to rise and then to rack their brains and stretch their imaginations into a condition which would enable them to solve the enigmas before them. Again suffice it to say that the un-effem- inate one with the brains waded through the seemingly untangible laby- rinth, picked out the “Masquerador” here, “Freckles” there, and so on down through the list. Willie received as a prize a Webster Dictionary and it is said that very good use is being made of it. Then for a time the program was varied; it consisted of stunts, games and musicals follow- ing each other in a profuse procession. Then came the crowning event of the evening—another profuse pro- cession but this time of somewhat different constituents—chickens, sand- witches, “doughers,” coffee, wafers, etc.; and again suffice it to say that all were filled and none wanted more. Then stories and special stunts followed until everyone was too exhausted to even smile when the fem- inine member with the beautiful voice sang for the fifteenth encore one of the late classical (?) productions of the day. The being who is al- ways raised up in times of great trouble to soothe a disturbance now came to the rescue with the proposal that everybody go home. “Why of course. How stupid of us not to think of it before.” But again as usual the camera fiend was among us and wanted a picture so out of kindness we allowed ourselves to sit anil he screwed in- to almost unrecognizable shapes of writhing flesh and bones until his fiendish nature was appeased and the picture taken. How we escaped is a wonder but we did and walked home with the veritable belief that the senior girls were worthy of the highest commendation. “THE KORN ROST BY P. B.. '12 A KORN rost iz a kuntry amuzment, but when the stewdentz of a Hi Skul try to play, they are sure to do it az it never wuz done befor; so, when the hawspitality of Mr. and Mrs. Hoover wuz extended tew the Lyceum, they seized it in a grip of iron and began to ad up their dues. They filled tew bussez and the members met in the Libr’y yard, where the Tresurer stood waiting to receive them. Most of the instruetorz of yuth were on hand to meet the Tresurer, and when the bussez started, though they were not over-loaded, there wuz a fine nomber of yong folks to even up the balans. In our buss we diskussed estronomy, and one of our kind teacherz showed us where the moon wuz. When we got there, we were took to a woodz where brite fires were lited at intervals and where kora, applez and marsh-mallowz were the order of proeedgur. As it wuz a korn rost, no one rested any korn. but ev’ry one tried to fill his poketz with marsh-mallowz when no one wuz lookin’. As the ev’ning wor on we gathered in a circle ’round one of the firez and told gost storiez. When the wingz of time flopped above our innereent liedz and the elok worked its way over the face of thingz till the skandlous hour of twelve, we carried our unwilling spiritz from the cheerful lite of the now expiring eonflagrashun, and grouped ourselvez in artless attitudez of grace, while Mr. Taft took a flashlite picture. It wuz magnificent, but I never kuld tell who wuz on the back ro. When we had, after strenuous effortz, rekalled our driverz from the itheral relmz of sleep, we mounted the bussez and blended our voicez in a grand coras, in honor of our host and hostess; till the sound of our vokal operationz died slowly away az we krept toward the horizen. Such is the soshul life in the Modern Hi Skull. Trip to Lyons BY H. C., ’10 fOU have all had jolly times on a sleigh ride, but you would have ap- preciated the ride more had you been blessed with a corpse of teachers like those of the Ionia High School. The sleigh ride which T am to tell you about was one which the teach- ers, Juniors, and Seniors took to Lyons. It was on Friday evening. The place of meeting was at the Court House. The time was set at six thirty—but 0! you seven-thirty. We made up for lost time, however, for we had teams that wanted to go and drivers that would let them go. On the way over, songs, jokes and poems were heard; pokes, jolts and stings were felt; while snow, stars and sparks were the main things seen. Those who could sing and those who could not joined in singing “Jingle Bells,” those who did not know it on the way over, learned it on the way back. Each time, it was concluded by our Commercial teacher and Principal with the familiar little ditty, “There was a little nigger, and he wasn’t any bigger, than a watermelon smiling on a sweet potato vine.” We also heard about the “Prehistoric Man” followed by “Jingle Bells” and the Commercial teacher’s favorite ditty. We pulled into Lyons in due time, where a two-mile race with a street car ensued. We won out by a Foote and finally concluded that it was Miss Cottingham’s. The “dare-devil” dash down Main street had created a ravenous appetite; so we made our way to the Ponchartrain Hotel for a spread. We were served to mashed potatoes and pickles, another pickle and some more mashed potatoes; and some of the girls were even accused of making a mash on the waiters. Then all received an introduction to “Sput Cook.” after which we made our way to the Lyons Hall. The early part of the evening was spent in a mock trial in which James Elliott and Boyce Fuller were accused of setting the high school building on fire. Witnesses swore that it had been set on fire at three in the afternoon. The accused were released on the evidence that the teach- er of mathematics had shed enough tears to drown the flames—another book agent had just left the building. The accused got into a controversy in which Elliot said “vat?” just twenty-two and three-fourths times and his pal, to make it Fuller, beat him just one point and made it twenty- three; and “twenty-three” they did. They escaped with papers, hand- cuffs and sheriff, hut were located later ordering hard drinks at the city watering tank (Lyons is a dry town, you know.) The music started at nine-thirty and the evening’s entertainment was opened by a “Grand March.” Punch was served every five minutes. Tt consisted of warm 1120 with a little frozen 1120 mixed in and was served in good-sized dish pans borrowed by our most humble—the Messrs. Elliott and Cook, at the Ponchartrain Hotel. During the evening one of Miss Baerd’s mittens escaped. Will Bouck was accused of handing it to Miss Lutes. On being followed up, Mr. Spaulding confessed to shoving it into a hole in the side of Miss Baerd’s muff. Maurice said later to another pretty maid—“My, it took a lot of nerve to own that up.” At last it was time to leave for home or, at least, that was what the chaperones thought. Three «cheers for Lyons and we were off. And once more we heard “.Jingle Bells.” The head sleigh carried a very sleepy bunch of children. Not a whisper was heard among them. A slight noise, such as Cutler’s sparker would arouse them at intervals. The driver also went to visit Little Nemo in Slumberland and he became so interested in it that when lie reached the turn at “Devil’s Crossing,” lie allowed the steeds to dash into a huge snow drift. The damage was slight (only a broken tongue). As luck would have it. a farm house was within hailing distance and the necessary paraphernalia for repairing a tongue was secured. The rest of the trip was covered without accident and we reached home just in time to sit down to a good warm breakfast. THE SENIOR FACULTY SPREAD BY E. S. AND it came to pass in the day of King Lister that there dwelt in in the land a tribe of people called the Seniors. They were a mighty band, brave in heart and fearing no man. And it came to pass that they gathered themselves together and the leader of the tribe, George, of the House of Taft, said, “Lo, let us gather our forces and give a spread unto the Faculty, for the Faculty is a tribe strong among men and it is meet that we should do this.” Then Corinne, the daughter of Wolverton, lifted up her voice say- ing. “Where shall this feasting be held?” And it came to pass that after some discension among the members of the tribe they did all rise up-yea, verily, did they rise up even unto the third story of the Temple of Knowledge. And behold, on the night of October 27. A. D. 1909, when the Tribe of the Faculty did enter into the room they were struck with amazement and wonder. For the room did shine forth with the signs of Hallowe’en even unto the pumpkins of the field and the corn which flourisheth on the stalk. And it came to pass that the Tribe of the Faculty said, “Lo, the Tribe of the Seniors are skilful in many things.” And it came to pass that after all had seated themselves, having read the curious cards on the table telling thereof, several maidens enter- eel bearing the viands. Upon which all were merry, and rejoiced in heart and stomach. And it came to pass that after the feasting there rose up the Faculty leader whose surname was Birdsall. And this man lifted up his voice speaking words of wit unto the multitude. Then did Henry, a son of Cobb, Eva, a damsel of the race of Klingenberg, and Irus Benedictus, speak. Also, William of Douglass, Grace of Beattie and Flewelling, a dweller in the Temple of Knowledge, George the leader of the tribe and last, King Lister did set forth the praises of the various members of the Tribe. And it came to pass that after a season of good cheer had been spent, the Faculty did depart hence, saying with one accord, “Long live the the Tribe of the Seniors, for great is their kindness in giving unto us this evening of pleasure.” FOOT BALL BANQUET ®N Friday evening, December 10, in the Baptist church parlors oc- curred one of the most pleasant social events of the year when a banquet was given to the Foot-ball team by the members of the High School. After a pleasant half hour spent in conversation and the performing of various stunts on the part of a certain few, all adjourned to the dining room which was very tastefully decorated with banners and pennants representing Michigan schools and colleges. The banquet, served by a number of High School girls, was all that could be desired and was indeed a credit to those who had it in charge. After the banquet came the toasts. Mr. Forrister made an excellent toastmaster and many and varied were the stories and slams which he brought forth. Mr. Bird- sail. the foot-ball coach, spoke of the excellent team-work which the boys had displayed and commended the clean playing which had characterized their work. Victor Carlisle toasted “The Coach,” and Will Douglass dis- cussed the subject, “Honor or the Game.” Other speakers were Donald McKinnon, who toasted “The Girls,” Will Ware, who discussed the sor- rows of the manager; and George Taft, who was invited to give an im- promptu speech. Miss Pauline Benedict in her toast, “Girls’ Athletics,” gave an original and clever poem. Miss Sexton took for the subject of her toast, Much Ado About Nothing.” This was a parody on parts from several of Shakespeare’s plays and dealt with the Portland-Ionia game at Portland. The prominent characters were Monsieur Le Birdsall, Count flewelling, the Earl of Ilanigan, a Forrister, and Duke William of the House of Ware. A vocal solo by Mrs. Lister was much appreciated and added to the pleasure of the evening. It is hoped that the Foot-ball Banquet may be an annual affair anil that those to come will be as successful as was this one held this year. The Peat Bog BY MARION SPENCER. '10 AXI) another “social event’ to be recorded! Did you ever know of a class so fond of having good times as The Class? But to get down to the subject of the story. The Senior boys had an inspiration, one of the best inspirations in fact, that we, the girls, can remember. The aforesaid inspiration was this: To entertain the girls at the peat bog some delightful, cold even- ing in November in the year of our Lord 1909. This is not sarcasm, for who can deny that it is cold in November? the boys told the girls that the real object in doing this was to map out a plan for the Senior Sigh but strange to relate the Seniors forgot to sigh on that particular evening. What was the use in sighing when laughing was so much more pleasant ? We met on Lincoln avenue, about eight o’clock, and proceeded on our journey, the girls perfectly care free—the boys with just a trace of anxiety on their faces, eight robes, bags, boxes, bottles of milk, tin cups, kettles, and—well, that’s enough for the present, in their arms. The peat bog is northeast of the city and the pleasantest way by far, is naturally the way we took, namely, across the fields. Believe us, we were the happiest of the happy and with Mrs. Thane Benedict for chaperone our happiness was complete. In fact, Will Doug- lass assisted every girl over the entire number of barb wire fences, twen- ty-three in all, without murmuring, and we all know how shy Will us- ually is when he is thrown into the company of the ladies! At last we were told we were nearly there and after jumping the creek, with Will’s aid, of course, we reached the goal of our dreams. Soon a mamoth fire was crackling merrily and the girls were com- fortably seated on robes and blankets. Then a war-dance was proposed and it is well that the young and verdant freshmen were not near to see the most undignified seniors whooping and racing around that camp fire in true Indian fashion. Then came ghost stories, and Mrs. Benedict proved herself a story teller of great ability by telling that blood curdling story which ends something like this. “Then the ghost said, ‘It floats, it floats!’ And the man asked, ‘What floats?’ ‘The ghost replied,—‘I-v-o-r-y Soap.” After we were sufficiently frightened by such stories as these the boys bestirred themselves, poked the fire, and began to bring to light the mysterious looking bundles they had guarded so carefully. But a sudden commotion was heard on the bank above us though we were begged by Ty to be calm, and not worry. A great streak, in reality President Taft’s much cherished green sweater, with the Presi- dent inside of course, shot up the bank, whispered consultation took place, Ira wore a painful look of anxiety but we couldn’t find out what was the trouble. Finally the secret was divulged to one girl and it was this; the bottom dropped out of the coffee bag Ira was carrying, the aforesaid bag being full of coffee of course! Perhaps this will explain that missive which was passed around at school next day which read something like this. “ Tis for Taft who with nose to the ground, Was smelling for coffee which could not be found.” Enough was found though in contradiction to this to make perfectly good coffee, Ty being the chef and the only regret any one had was that Will Bouck came to school next morning with absolutely no crease in his trousers! He was so worried about the coffee that he fell into the creek while trying to get a pail of water! But sandwiches were produced and—frankforts, too, and didn’t they taste good after they had been roasted over the coals? We ate and ate until we could “ate” no more and then happened to think ’twas time to go home. We decided then and there however, that the boys were the best of entertainers and that the absent ones, among them being Dow, who “couldn’t possibly come,” were the losers. We had such a good time w'e couldn’t keep it to ourselves and this is why the peaceful inhabitants along our way home were aroused by a yell going something like this: “Sandwiches, coffee, take a bite o’ “dog.” Ionia Senior Class, out at the bog. BASEBALL TEAM Baseball BY R. F. jtjlTORi several years base ball had been considered of minor importance || in high school athletics, and, as a result, the school was not rep- resented by very strong teams. But the great national game of the American people is sure to put its stamp on every town, no matter what its size. Ionia is no exception and 1909 marked the beginning of a new era of base ball enthusiasm for I. II. S. The school found itself represented by a championship team which held the record for southern Michigan. From the schedule of fourteen games played, not one was lost, and no other school in this section of the state can boast of such a record. The boys got out for their regular practice last year, March 23, with R. M. Forrister, commercial teacher, as coach. In writing to a friend that evening after seeing the boys out for the first time, he made this state- ment: “It isn’t a very promising group of lads I’m supposed to drill in- to a winning base ball team, for there are only four out of the whole lot that ever played anything more than ‘scrub.’ Of course practice will do a great deal towards developing a team, and I believe we can at least win as many as we lose.” After a couple of weeks’ practice, in which it was plain that he would surely make the team, a formal meeting was held, and Earl Hanigan was elected captain. Our schedule called for the first game at Palo, April 17. A fourteen- mile ride across country and a dinner two hours late with no chance to rest afterwards, are not conducive to good ball playing, but we won on a 12 to 4 score, and pitcher Edlin “struck out” an even dozen men as a starter for the season. But no one can tell what to expect at this time of the year, and it was not till the middle of May that the team could again get. on the ball grounds for practice. Grand River is noted for its spring floods, but it is seldom that the ball grounds are flooded for two weeks at a time; how- ever. such was the case at this time, and the nearest to base ball practice _ was when our coach went over the field in a boat. By the twenty-second of May the ball park was sufficiently dry to permit the playing of a return game with Palo. Again Ionia was the win- ner. but expected to have some difficulty in winning the game the follow- ing Saturday. Greenville was quite generally supposed to be the strong- est high school team in this vicinity and came to Ionia confident of re- turning home with more scalps dangling at their belts. Such was not the case, for they went back much depressed in spirits, having lost— 6 to 2. CHAMPIONSHIP TRACK TEAM The team’s success called forth not only the praise and support of the school itself, but also that of the business men of the city, to such an extent that they very liberally contributed funds enough to purchase new suits and pay current expenses. Knowing that they were thus sup- ported. tlie boys worked harder than ever to make good. The Ionia County Athletic Association had been organized early in the spring and tin Webber Hardware Co. had donated a silver cup to be held by the championship team of the county and to be given as a per- manent trophy to the school winning it three years in succession. Field Day occurred Saturday, June 12. Ionia and Saranac were the opposing teams having the highest percentages—thus entitling them to play the championship game on that day. In a close and very exciting game that would determine which school should gain possession of the cup, Saranac lost to Ionia—4 to 3; thus making our school first in this particular line of athletics. The last game for the season was played June 19. when the St. Johns team visited our city and was “shut out;” while our boys crossed the plate during the same time for nine runs. Thus, the season 1909 closed as it began—victory from start to finish. This year’s team is in the race and has a bright outlook for winning the cup again. Edson Hemingway was elected captain for the season and the line-up remains very much as it was last year. Because of the fact that the city team had the ball park in a state of repair for several weeks and are now using it every afternoon for practice, we are not as strong as we otherwise would be; nevertheless, we are playing great ball and feel confident that the cup will remain with the I. II. S. next year. Following is this year’s line-up: Edson Hemingway, captain; Fred Wilder, Roy Edlin, Ernie Hicks, Harry Aldrich, Earl Ilanigan, ictor Carlisle, Martin Cook, Clyde Tuttle, Will Douglass, Otis Cook, Leland Hicks. POPULAR SONGS O Where, 0 Where, Has My Little Dog Gone Wish That I Had a Girl................. Because I’m Married Now.................. What’s the Use of Loving................. When the Right One Comes Along........... Gee. But This Is a Lonely Town........... Thine Eyes So Blue and Tender............ .Wilkinson ......Hall .....Brock ......None . Flewelling ... Birdsall MacKinnon The Alumni BY ELLA HUTCHINS. '74 SITE final test of any business or any enterprise is the usefulness, efficiency and integrity of its products. The ultimate result is the end sought by every organization that strives for advance- ment of human happiness and the betterment of civilization. To this end. educational institutions are built, equipped and sustain- ed. Men and women sacrifice time, money, even life interests to foster and maintain such centers of traiuing and culture. Ionia has been fortunate in her pioneers, men and women who set the seal of noble character and high ideals upon this little city overlook- ing a marvelous valley. Pure purpose and true devotion dominated their motive when they formulated their first plans. A beautiful location, a strong religious zeal, and a love for wisdom and honor characterized their efforts. Men and women of unusual attainments instructed the young people in those first years; a little later the “Union School” was established in the valley at the foot of the big hill. Gray haired citizens fondly recall the devotion, patriotism and scholarly methods of most excellent teach- ers of those early days. Time passed, accommodations were too limited, hence, “after the war” the school climbed the hill and there rested, slowly growing and expanding to meet the needs of town and community. Ionia was again fortunate, for her citizens chose wise and cultured men and women to guide the footsteps of the younger generation. The names of many of these teachers are deeply engraved upon the minds and hearts of many people in all parts of our broad land, hut no one can for- get the conscientious faithfulness of Miss Cadwell or the stalwart, father- ly guidance of Prof. J. W. Ewing. “As one lamp lights another nor grows less, So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.” Through the advice of their instructors, Ionia High School in ’79 was led to form an Alumni Association. Those in charge of the school realized that the day was coming when the great brotherhood of a com- mon interest would hold the alumni of any good school with unbreakable bonds. They understood the truth which prompted the words, “Thou know’st we two went to school together.” At the time of the organization of the association a little band of people assembled in the old Presbyterian church one evening in June to listen to music, papers and speeches, finally to enjoy a banquet. Little dreamed these happy, irresponsible young men and women that there were those in their midst who would one day do things both good and great. Today we number about six hundred, all glad to call the I. H. S. our alma mater. Alumni that have taken with them the impress of their early training and they here carried these ideas, an integral factor in character, into every walk in life and into every clime. Today the mem- bers of our Alumni are scattered broadcast throughout the United States; they reside in Central America, in Europe, Asia, Africa, and the Islands of the sea. Amidst the drudgery of every day life and the seeming monotony of the schoolroom it is very hard to realize or appreciate the fact that life is a privilege and an opportunity. lie who longs to do great and notable things in the world, as he x’eads the record at the end of the chap- ter must admit the value of every incident of life and the worth of every influence. Truly Ionia Alumni have just reason to return thanks for pure homes and good schools. It is fitting therefore to weigh carefully each factor that made for worth and righteousness throughout the passing years. Let us give all honor to the patrons who have striven and sacrificed for the integrity and advancement of these schools; let us hold in grateful memory those teachers who have stood so nobly and who have wrought so untiringly; let us give our heartiest approval and felicitations to those students who, through adversity, discouragement, pain and weariness have so nobly striven to attain the goal, carrying the torch as they ran the race. A hasty and incomplete review of a few of the names on our list of members must convince the most incredulous that patrons have not planted the seed in vain, that teachers have often received a recompense not recorded in money values, that boys and girls rightly trained in home and school will some time rise up to bless and to become a blessing. Let us take a cursory glance at a few names, representative men and women, of whom the I. II. S. is justly proud. Perhaps the alumnus entitled to the widest international fame is Erwin F. Smith, Phd., for many years connected with the Smithsonian Institute at Washington, I). C., one of the editors of the Standard Dic- tionary and an international authority on “Peach Yellows” and kindred diseases. Dr. and Mrs. Royal J. Dye have accomplished wonderful things for God and righteousness in Equatorial Africa. Mrs. Dye is translating the Bible into the native tongue. Her recent book. “Bolenge,” is a vivid, interesting account of “Darkest Africa” as it was and an inspiring record of advancement under devoted guidance. Dr. and Mrs. Harry G. Dildine are devoting their lives to the spiritual enlightenment of China. Among those who have devoted themselves to the ministry in this country are the following: Henry W. Powell, Win. F. Dodge, Chester A. Davidson, Alex T. Luther, Herman J. Powell, Nelson Tuttle, Carlton M. Hitchcock, Frank CHEMICAL LABORATORY L. Moore, Sidney P. Jackson. Wm. E. Doty, John W. Moore, Frederic B. Oxtoby. Lawyers—Charles W. Wilson, Royal A. Hawley, Ormund F. Hunt, Clarence W. Sessions, Edward B. Stanton, Dwight C. Goss, I. L. Hubbell, Hugh E. Wilson, Henry J. Horrigan, Elvert M. Davis, Albert K. Hutch- inson. Henry II. Smith, Walter E. Oxtoby, Montgomery Webster, Earl F. Phelps, Lawrence W. Smith, Howard A. Ellis and Stuart Barnes. Of the above number two have been elected to the office of circuit and probate judges. Clarence W. Sessions and Montgomery Webster, respectively. Physicians—James W. Wier, Harry J. Kennedy, Wm. A. Kickland, Cora A. Moon, Roy L. Bentley, George II. Putney, Ernest C. Howe, E. Kellogg Bacon, Frederic Grimmer, Charles B. Gauss, George 1’. Winchell, Otis Cope, George W. Moore, Herbert Lampkin, Gladys A. Cooper. Dentists—Elbert J. Tower, Charles A. Knight. Lee E. Haight, David R. Vaughn. The following persons have occupied chairs in colleges, or have in- structed in higher institutions of learning: John T. Ewing. Allen S. Col- ton. Stillman G. Jenks, Albert E. Jenks, Frank 1’. Daniels. Lawrence Waldron. Berion J. Howard, Bessie Bemis, Jessie Lee. Bernice Wortman is head nurse in the “Woman’s Surgical,” IT. of M. Hospital, Ann Arbor, .Mich. Mary E. Iluhn is Dietitian in the Moses Taylor Hospital, Scran- ton, Pa. The following names represent the men who have taught in public and private schools: Robert N. Matthews, J. Ray Thomas, Myron O. Graves, George Jordan, Arthur II. Holmes, Frank W. Epley. Robert L. ( lute, M. Glenn Waterbury, Arden Ilandshy, Harvey Bouck, Frederic Everest. As to women who have followed this vocation their name is legion. Five of the number have laid down their work while in the serv- ice of the Ionia schools: Eva Peck, Nancy Donovan, Mae Smith, Kather- ine Taylor. Lettie V. Stellberger. Newspaper writers and publishers: Stephen M. Mitchell, Edgar J. Adams, Arthur M. Smith. Hiram Fargo, Frederic B. Thomas. Among the many who have devoted their lives to high class busi- ness methods we note the following: Lee M. Hutchins, Louis 1’. Miller. George E. ( utler. Eldon I’. Mains. Frank Sanford. Charles M. Moore, Burgess B. Robinson, Bingley R. Fales. Bert Lampkin, Will M. Phelps. Fred J. ( utler. Louis L. Tower, Kimball R. Smith, Jr., George M. Phelps, Orrin Stone, Fred T. Wortman, Wickliffc Spaulding, Grosvenor A. Wright, Lucius Babcock, Roscce B. Jackson, Richard II. Webber, Fred Pinkham, Neil S. Townsend. Progressive farmers, ranchmen, fruit growers: Frank II. Harter, Walter II. Thayer. George II. Hoyt, Thus. O. Hartwell, David Guy Locke, Herbert E. Powell, Harry A. Mattison, Charles Mattison, Frank Norm- ington, Louis A. Hall, Seymour Gates, Ray Normington, J. Fred Town- send, Jacob Moore, Nelson Powell. Herbert Powell has been our Re- presentative at Lansing and Herbert Graft' is on the United States Staff of Forestry Supervision. Several of the Alumni have been especially gifted in music: Dewitt Chipman, Bertha Milligan Brock, Alice Luther White, Alice II. Harper, Mary Montgomery Parsons. Addie Jackson Fleckenstein, Carlton H. Hitchcock, Minnie Thayer Stinchfield. Jennie Thayer Spear, Wickliffe Spaulding, Cassie Thompson Spaulding, Daniel Staffeldt, Isolene Vosper (’haddock, Gaylord Clark, Emile Silver, Helen Beals Benedict, Leah Avery, Frederick B. Stiven, Susanna Canfield, Julia Mary Canfield, Anna Webster, Luella Wright, Ethel I. Fox. Mrs. Fannie Sanford Burns has been for many years Great Com- mander of the Ladies of the Modern Maccabees. Mrs. Anna Vincent. Cur- tis is Deputy Great Commander of the same Order. Space does not admit the names of many honorable men in various other lines of labor and influence, nor does it admit the names of excel- lent librarians, trained nurses, efficient office women, devoted daughters, model wives and mothers, who help to swell the list of our honored Alumni. Their work and their lives, however, contribute in full measure to the upbuilding of the good, the true and the beautiful. Enough has been given, we trust, to prove that the graduates of the I. II. S. have sought to carry out the work entrusted to their care. Enough to demonstrate the fact that sons and daughters have appreciated their privilege, and sincerely trust that the same inspiring influences shall bless each passing year. FROM THE ALUMNI M. T.. 08 Anti 0 June returns, so June returns again; Another class stands where our own has stood, Another class goes on and leaves no trace; And graduates in June come back again say “our school”—but it is theirs no more. This is the new regime; our own is past. The school we knew, the days we loved, are gone. Faces and customs, these and mem Vies too, They all are lost, they all are past or changed; Only the name is left of all we knew, The name, which is the shadow of what was. The school forgets that we are still its own. To you, O Seniors, we need not appeal; Swift are the days that bring you unto us. Swift are the days that make you know our loss. But those who follow know us less than you— Our names are lost. The school today forgets. JEFFERSON STREET BUILDING - N ®alki0 With 3lmnans p. is.. 12 Miss Angelina Averington will gladly answer, on this page, any questions addressed to her. Questions concerning all subjects but Ship Subsidy and Woman Suffrage willingly received. Dear Miss Averington: I have a beau. 1 never had one before. How shall I entertain him?—Inquirer. You have tapped the right fountain, my dear. When he comes take him to the parlor, seat him in the soundest chair, and give him the family album, with pictures of all your ancestors at various stages of youth. lie probably is very much interested in Uncle Alf who planted potatoes in the moon the first of May and lost the crop. Take him out to talk to Pa and Ma. He came just to see them, 1 suppose. When lie gets bored, if lie does, show off little brother’s tricks to him. If he ever comes again try the same program and 1 guarantee he’ll be cured. Dear Miss Averington: I have aspirations toward the gentler sex but do not seem to be popular. Can you suggest a remedy?—Anxious. I have pondered over your case seriously and have come to the de- cision that you must be wearing a celluloid collar. This garment al- ways has this effect. If you will try this prescription I am sure it will prove efficient: Fifty percent, extract of pocketbook in the shape of a linen collar, applied each morning and always removed at night. Dear Miss Averington: Is it lady-like to use slang? If so, what forms of it are most fashionable?—Climber. By all means use slang. A vocabulary is wholly incomplete and in- adequate without it. There are different varieties. Automobile slang is stronger and more pronounced but less deep seated. I he usual species in polite society is merely surface talk though you will find it figures prominently. Dear Miss Averington: Can you advise me as to any way to rouse the spirits of the vocal participants in our Wednesday chapel exercises? —Chorister. I think if you will set them to singing “Jingle Bells,” in a round, you will attain the desired result. iFmtr than tu thr 31. % B. m £. £.. 'll) 'HEN he became a Freshman in nineteen naughty six, his head was soft as putty and his muscles hard as bricks. J. B. met him at the door and with a word of cheer stroked back his long white hair and said, “You little dear.” With smiling face and stalwart step he marched back to his seat, every one did smile at him, but he took it as a treat. He filled out his enrollment blank and passed it down the aisle, and then drew fortli his pocket knife, his finger nails to file. Of course the rest did laugh at him. it did so funny seem; we do excuse the “Fresh- ies,” though, they are so “gol darned” green. When he became a “Sophie” and went down stairs to work, he had then quite a liking his duty for to shirk. Miss Rhoda kept him after school almost every night, when she sent him to Mr. Daley they got into a fight. Examinations came at last and he his pony had, he did not feel ashamed of it for then it was a fad. Algebra—it came at last on Tues- day afternoon, he couldn’t use his pony—it took up too much room. Miss Chapin watched him from behind, Prof. Daley from the front; so all this little “Sophie” did was just to up and flunk. When he became a Junior and Lister took the school, they hired a new principal the main room for 1o rule. Arnos was a queer old chap, and Science he did teach, he would soak a piece of chalk at those his ruler would not reach. Of course the little Junior had algebra again, he had to go and recite to—Daniel in the den. ’Twas there he heard the Sexton’s bell aringing in the hall, and saw a little Forrister amaking her a call. Miss Wilson had his Civics class just one hour every day, and when she fixed those black eyes on him he’d simply turn to clay. At last he was a Senior; he knew and knew he knew, but he never realized before what a Senior had to do. First it was the Senior Sigh that took up his spare time, and if he missed the Lyceum he had to pay a fine. Then they started a Senior play, just fourteen hours long, and if they didn’t practice daily there was surely something wrong. Another hour was added to make him study more, he was sent up to the second story till a little after four. There Carrel watched him in the first row and Louis in the last, so he couldn’t do so very much he didn’t hardly dast. Commencement week it came in June and he his sheepskin got, he led his class on class day and went to the Junior Hop. His happy days were over in the old Ionia High, the happiest years of all his life had gone so quickly by. Now years of toil confront him for life’s battles have just begun, and his future will he brighter because of victories he has won. Satlg program nf II Man (Pardon is asked if by chance any of the items have been mis- placed, for the sources of evidence are rather hazy.) 5:00—Alarm clock loosens up. 5:30—Reports a train. 6:30—Wakes up. 7 :()0—Wonders if he should get up. 7 :30—Turns over. 8:00—“Helen what time is it?” 8 :30—Residual alarm. 8 :45—Rolls out. One minute later swallows breakfast, throws an ear of corn and a pail of water at the mule and decamps cross-lots. 8:47—Arrives at High School 0. K. 8:47 ' 2—Looks at B. Ada. 9:00-9:10—Prepares day’s lessons. 9:10-9:45—Writes letter. 9:46—Delivers same. 10:00—Receives answer to same. 10:00-10:30—Smiles at same. 11:00—Day dreams—peaceful, happy home; supreme judgship. 11 :30—Joins graud rush en masse. 11 :57—Hakes train. 11:58 (?)—Stung! ! ! 12:00-1:00—Sleepetli. 1:30—Feedeth civics class. 1 :32—Lowers brain potential in civics. 2:10—Canned—no more. Variously disposed sometimes ex—. 7:30—Calls up B. Ada. 7 :30-7 :45—Imagine. 8:00—“What shall I do?” 8:30—Tries an “Egyptian Made.” 8:50—Puts babies to lied. 9:00—“I firmly believe that Ship Subsidy is a graft.” 10:30—Gang collects. As the time of sojournment is long and the time of adjournment is early, nothing more can be said. ®iu' Jfealjman s Jirimn JBtj Alftm Srasitniia. '13 A stands for Alvord and Arnold, demure, B stands for Bradley, you know him, I’m sure, Also Birdsall and Brock, with the true Bingo smil C is for Canfield, Crane and Carlisle, The latter a football hero true. D stands for Dolson, she likes football, too. E stands for Eddy, our president, is he, F is for Fanning, a maid full of glee, Also Fleming and Foote, a lively young lad, G for the girls which the latter has had. H stands for Holcomb and also for Hall; With Higgins and Ilazzard they make four in all. Now girls, stand aside and boys, clear away. For here comes our gallant one Sir Hemingway. I stands for illiterate, meaning untaught, Against which our teachers so bravely have fought. J stands for .Johnson, a maid tall and fair. K, Ketchum and Kitson, an amiable pair. L stands for LaDow, Lane and Loomis as well. The first and the last in Latin excel. L also is Lutes, who although rather small. With bearing so stern, keeps guard over all. M McKendry, who does in the country reside. N Normington, a scholar in whom we take pride. 0 stands for oblivion, the Freshmen’s own trait. P Phillips and Peacock; R Robertson, sedate. S stands for Sessions. Snell, also for Snow, Likewise for Smith, or at least it auto. T stands for Tafts, and Tuttle so gay. U Union Ilill which we climb every day. V stands for verdant, which really means green, But nothing of this about us is seen. W Wilber, Whorley and Wood, and Wilder, who on the ball team made good. X Y Z we omit, for we’ve mentioned each one, And the poet with joy says, “My task is now done.” 5mu Hunks “Love as a Science.” By I). MacKinnon. The latest of the author’s popular productions. It has a story to tell. “Frenzied Finance.” By II. Cobb. Told in the author’s breezy style and produced through much experience in the handling of sums. “Physics Simplified.” By George Taft. He is one who learned physics through the process of ab- sorption. “The How of an Electric Machine.” By W. Douglass. A vivid story of triumph and failure and of the success which always results when a man of affairs takes the helm. “('lose to Nature.” By the President of the Freshman Class. Told in an entertaining manner by an author in every way capable through his long association with green tilings. “The Care of the Feet.” By E. Cottingharn. A most delightful little sketch with just spice enough to counteract the flavor, which might be expected from the title. The writer is one with experience. WHATEVER I do and whatever I say Teacher she tells me “that isn’t the way.’’ When she was a kid, forty summers ago, Teacher she tells me they never did so. Poor maid, I should like to take her advice, But to do as I please it seems so nice! And I can’t remember the things I’m told; Yet teacher she tells me—“You’ll regret it when old.” If a maid passes by and without a sound I someway look up, and she someway looks down Teacher she tells me on seeing the grin, “I want you to stop it, don’t do it again.’’ How wicked I am; how lovely she is To take such an interest in my affectionate biz; I sure ought to love her; she surely loves me; But to bravely declare it—t’were better to dee. But a martyr can save me, she never will. Yet teacher she tells me so quite and still, Thinking to purge me free from the sin; “When I was a girl, nobody did grin.” Smu's fflrittiut mt thr 0rath of 3. W. a ixui Hi; (6. (£. S.. 'Ill OOR Helen’s dog has gone to heaven. And so has Helen’s heart been riven She cannot speak for awful grief. I’ll tell it all; I will he brief. One day the dog went forth to see IIow brave and stout heart he could be. He ne’er returned. 0! reader dear, Forgive me if 1 shed a tear. The selfsame day, the identical night That Helen’s life received this blight, The Senior Class went forth to play And gather jokes to lay away. They ploughed their way through mud and fog And finally came to the big peat bog. A fire was built, some (?) coffee boil’d And “pups” pass’d around and then despoiled. II. Jane was there but little she said. A thought was running through her head. At last she rose with shining eyes; ’Twill he remembered till we die! “O Seniors look!” she fiercely cried, And wav’d aloft a sausage fried. “A pup’s a dog, a dog’s a pup, And you have eaten my poor dog up.” ICamili, anil llir urorlb laughs inith gmt; ffln'g, anh tunt mtp alnn . “As merry as the day is long.”—Merrie Steere. “Thou pendulum between a smile and a tear.”—Helen Baerd. “Tell me not in mournful slumbers Life is but an empty dream.”—Ethel Metz. “I never dare to write as funny as I can.”—Helen Wilkinson. “Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends us cooks.” —lone Cutler. “A man may grin and grin and be a villain still.”—Mr. Flewelling. “So perfumed that the winds were lovesick.”—The Chemistry Class. Mr. Lister, to student wandering thru the hall: “You will find the fifth grade in the other building.” Student: “But sir, my name is Mr. DeLeon McGeary.” Teacher (telling of the Prussian Franco war): “Why the French army was so poorly equipped that whole regiments of troops were sent to the front without any arms.” In first year German: “Du is used in speaking to friends or other inferior animals.” Wanted: More energetic Sophomore boys to guard the girls of their class. Isn’t it strange that when the Normal girls begin to sing the ther- mostat blows off? Freshmen can draw their breath; Sophomores, conclusions; Juniors, pictures; Seniors, pay. Heard in History class: “What was the chief luxury of the poor in the ninth century?” “Honey, the serfs usually had the hives.” M. D. to trembling victim: “What have I always said about talking between classes? You saw me looking at you and for most people that is enough.” (Who dares contradict?) L. E. Birdsall actually blushed and finally showed signs of anger when the students persisted in watching him instead of going to work. In desperation he said: “I wish everybody would keep his eyes down.” The key to the explanation is the fact that Mr. Birdsall was sporting a new spring suit. Old time freshman: “Wliat! Are you learning to smoke?” “No, I’ve been smoking for a long time.” “Pray, how long?” “O, nearly two weeks.” Truly, what would you say is the quietest part of the schoolday? It certainly must be that time when the names for the eight hour period are read. Miss Sexton (questioning on the “Ancient Mariner”): “Is this the first time any of the men on ship have died?” Miss Sexton : “ Why did Coleridge use so many words in the Ancient Mariner?” McKendry: “Because he was telling of an Ancient Mariner and wanted everything as ancient as possible.” Three Freshmen walking up the hill together were startled by this information, from a small boy behind: “Say, if you fellows rolled your trousers up another notch and put a string around the bottom you would be wearing knickerbockers.” Fashion Notes—What They WILL WARE. Mr. Lister (In explaining words): “Feet, twelve inches.” Mr. F., in geometry: “Can you finish that proposition?” MissC.: “No.” Mr. F.: “Go on then.” Tuttle: “Where has that b (bee) gone to?” Miss Daniells: “What bee?” Tuttle: “The one that was under the radical sign.” A freshman with a mountainous coiffure sat near three boys who had recently acquired pompadours and who were quite sensitive about them. She made several witty (?) remarks at their expense until one of them retorted, “Well, anyway we know whose hair we have on.” Miss Lutes: “Mr. Taft, who is the smartest boy in your class?” Arthur (in confusion): “Er-ahem-father told me never to brag.” Miss Lutes to the freshmen: “All pupils must be in their seats when the bell stops; if you are not here you are absent.” Miekie’s a senior big and strong, But in climbing the hill lie’s often long. The reason for this ‘tis the school’s belief Is, he likes the walk with Miss--. Mr. Flewelling: “In what state (meaning condition) is copper found?” Voice on back seat: “Michigan.” PUNCTUATION Freshman Sophomore Junior Senior ? ! 0 QUEER THING Mr. Birdsall, to a History student: “What became of Arastus?” Bright student: “He died.” “Say Hiram, what are those foot ball coaches, what you read about ?’ ’ “Well, I don’t know, but I reckon that it is one of those pesky ambu- lances, what they have in the city.” Mr. Birdsall to Bright Pupil: “Your mark is very low and you have just passed.” Bright Pupil: “Oh, I am so glad.” Mr. Birdsall: “Why?” Bright Pupil: “1 do so love a tight squeeze.” Teacher: “Is Miss Spencer in the room?” Student: “1 don’t know, perhaps she is in the joke box.” Sympathetic teacher: “Why, Miss-----what is the trouble?” Discouraged Beginner in Caesar: “I’ve hunted all through the vo- cabulary and I can’t find ‘horum’ anywhere!” Marion: “Ada. where did you find your red cheeks?” Ada: “Why?” Marion: “O! nothing, only I have lost my hair dye.” In German: “Give the infinitive of ‘bittet.’ ” Pewee (waking up): “Bit what?” Freshman, grassy; Sophomores, sassy; Juniors, brassy; Seniors, classy. AMUSEMENTS Skipping, Hanigan; Flunking, Douglass; Eating, A-12 Civics Class; Talking. Baerd; Sponging, Wilson; Working, Seniors; Grinning, Com- mercial Department. THE SENIOR SCHEDULE NAME Nick-Name Favorite Saying Always Seen With About to Become Most Cherished Possession Characteristics Grace Beattie Grade” “O, Jiminy! Ditto G. A. E. Her younger sister Running her family Will Bouck Willie “How Cute” Ethel Professor of Dead Languages The brown hand- kerchief Giggling Ira Benedict “Iry Himself Farmer The brown sweater Flirting Ethel Conner Just Ethel” Lady” “The old Harry Domestic Science teacher on a large scale Any kind of a book Studious Harry Cobb Ty” “By Gosh A job The same as George A miniature fan Hustling Will Douglass Bill “Love me Kid A girl Book agent Purple socks Speaking loud Hazel Goodwin “Hazel Expressed by a smile Her best clothes A Sweet Girl Graduate The Century Magazine Knowing thing Frank Hogle Frankie” Undiscoverable His affinity A fusser His curls Accidents Earl Hanigan Pete” “Uh-huh” Some gum Grocer Some more gum Chewing gum Eva Klingenberg Eve “Ch-yes Something to say A Fair Co-Ed Hair Cheerfulness Don MacKinnon Micky Don’t dare say You decide A Benedict His good looks Strolling Marion Spencer “Dido “My futtering heart” The Bunch An Actress A play Being on refresh- ment committees George Taft “Taffy” Dam it” Mr. Lister Wild and wooly rancher K. K. K. Settling disputes Henrietta Weis- gerber “Etta” Why Her most cherish- ed possession A Teacher Smile Smiling Helen Wilkinson Jane How exciting!” Senior Sigh Sub- scription Book A child wonder Her Virgil Being bright Edna Warren Edna” Land!” Hazel A wonder Her knowledge Shining Corinne Wolver- ton Crean Hasn’t any (??) The old gray mare Rather uncertain Her tongue Bluffing George Hall ” Alka” “Now look a here Pompadour A reporter His newspaper Looking for a girl THE FACULTY SCHEDULE NAME Favorite Saying Always Seen With Most Cherished Possession Characteristics Mr. Lister “Now let’s see” Senior class president Seniors Making Others Work Mr. Birdsall “The following please remain for eighth hour” One of his dear pupils The session room Flying off the handle Miss Lutes Now let’s have order in the room” Miss Sexton The Freshmen Being neat Mr. Flewclling “Wow! His eyes in the direction of West Washington street A smile and a blush Being affable Miss Wilkinson “Take two pages in advance” A white sweater Her Illinois pin Walking fast Miss Sexton Oh, yes Miss Lutes Drives with B. Hall Guarding (?) the hall Mr. Forrister Not discovered as yet A grin A smile A good toastmaster Miss Daniells Did you have permis- sion to speak? A faithful Algebra student Power of making others feel cheap Fixing her eyes on an unruly pupil U lu' dlmtia lintel i � MENU SOUP HOOVER HANIG AN- LOBSTER - HALL TAYLOR-TONGUE—WOLVERTON CRANE-GAME-PEACOCK D-EDDY - DUMPLINGS - ASHDOWN PRESTON-GREENS -HICKS PICKLES MACKINNON WARE—R(E) DISH-CUTLER DESSERT SPENCER ICES CANNON HEMINGWAY-ANGEL FOOD—BRADLEY M-TAYLOR-DEVIL'S FOOD-BOUCK CANDY BAERD BROCK-NUTS—SMITH FOOTE LEMONS-COTTI NGH AM DRINKS TOO NUMEROUS TO MENTION JHattagrr b Amunmrnmntt We desire to call your further attention to the advertising pages in this volume. You will find as fine a list of advertisers repre- sented as is to be found in any city. We bespeak for them your patronage. They have helped in a large measure to make this publication possible. We desire to thank them, each one, for the courteous treatment accorded us, and the generous response they have made to oar solicitation of contracts. Very respectfully, WILL DOUGLASS, DONALD MACKINNON, Managers. Try One of Those Snappy Suits made by the HOUSE OF KUPPENHEIMER Sole Agents for the Stetson Anti-Headake Hats THOMAS A. CARTEN Electricity a Necessity In business; in the home; in the shop or mill. Cleanest, safest and most reliable. Ionia Water Power Electric Co. IONIA CITY PUBLIC SCHOOLS Graduates from our High School are admitted to the Universities and Col- leges of the middle west without examination. Graduates of the County Normal are granted a certificate to teach in the rural schools of the county for a period of three years. REQUIREMENTS FOR ADMISSION (a) high school 1. Pupils holding Eighth Grade Diplomas granted by the County Com- missioner of Schools. 2. Those holding Teacher’s Certificate. 3. Those coming from High Schools of approved standing. 4. All others must pass an examination given by the Superintendent. (b) the county normal 1. Applicants for admission must be at least seventeen years of age at time of entrance. 2. All applicants must possess a good moral character. 3. Applicants must possess these academic qualifications to enter train- ing classes: (a) —Any person who is a graduate of a graded school having at least a course of ten grades in its curriculum. (b) —Any person who is a holder of at least a second grade certificate or shall pass a second grade examination. (c) —Any person who has had two years of successful experience in teach- ing in the public schools. 4. They must subscribe to the following declaration: I hereby declare that my object in asking admission to the training class is to prepare myself for teaching, and it is my purpose to engage in teaching in the rural schools or in schools of not more than two departments, at the completion of such prepara- tion. I pledge myself to remain in the class during the year, unless prevented by sickness or excused by the County Normal Board. The tuition charge in the High School is 50c per week. There is no tu- ition for Normal Students. Catalogs, announcements and information pertain- ing to school work in general may be obtained by addressing, W. SHERMAN LISTER, Superintendent of Schools. START RIGHT by buying your BASE BALL, FOOT BALL AND ATHLETIC GOODS of us. Everything you want in FISHING TACKLE, GUNS AND AMMUNITION Th IONIA HARDWARE CO. 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