Jacksonville High School - Crimson J Yearbook (Jacksonville, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 104 of the 1909 volume:

J auttlus —- — ■B - XLhc IRauttlus SENIOR ANNUAL 3acftson Ule Ibifib School The Board of Education Q£i)t Annual Poarti n EDITOR-IN-CHIEF RUTH A. DUNCAN ASSISTANT EDITORS CHESTER SCHOFIELD FRANK MOXON GOLDEN RUCKER WALDO SPRUIT MARION TAYLOR EDITH JORDAN ALMA FORSYTHE BUSINESS MANAGERS FRED HOPPER JOHN WIDENHAM 0 ®fje Jgauttlu Editor-in-Chief Ruth Duncan Assistant Editor-in-Chief Chester Schofield Alumni Golden Rucker Exchange Marion Taylor Athletics Frank Moxon Grace Roberts Forum Waldo Spruit Business Manager John Widenham Assistant Business Manager Fred Hopper Subscription Manager Lillian Davis Artists Edith Jordan Maisie Pierson Class Reporters Alma Forsythe ’09 Edna Johnson 11 Durrell Hatfield ’10 Catherine Hardin ’ 12 Eighth Grade Editors Inez Pires Ruth Brittenham O. B. Huffaker Ezra Hurtwitz Nautilus JJoarb of (gbucatton m HORACE H. BANCROFT PRESIDENT GEORGE F. BIRKENHEAD FIRST WARD ELMER E. BAVINGTON SECOND WARD LOUIS H. CLAMPIT THIRD WARD GEORGE S. ROGERSON FOURTH WARD S The Annual board is glad to acknowledge in this way the help given and the interest shown in this enterprise by the Board of Education. Had it not been for the interest which they manifested and appropriation which they made, the efforts of the editors would have been less successful and their hopes for the Annual as it appears, would have been vain. The Annual Board The Nautilus Staff Superintendent W. A. Fun- Principal G. H. Wilkinson SUPERINTENDENT OF CITY SCHOOLS In whom the Senior Class found an indispensable friend and adviser. His sole thought is for the good of the school, and his labor has helped to place it among the foremost high schools in the state. ©. Ji . Mlfetnson PRINCIPAL Who has made a grand success of The Nautilus as well as of the many other enterprises of the school which he has undertaken; who has backed the senior class and student body in making this number a success. Jfacultp d G. H. WILKINSON, Principal MATHEMATICS MISS CAFKY, Assistant Principal HISTORY MISS HAMILTON ENGLISH MISS RUSSEL ENGLISH MISS BALCKE ENGLISH AND GERMAN MISS DAY ENGLISH AND MATHEMATICS MISS KENT LATIN AND HISTORY MRS. KOCH • GERMAN MISS KUECHLER MATHEMATICS MISS SEWELL PHYSICS AND PHYSIOGRAPHY MISS BLOOM BOTANY AND ZOOLOGY MR. RUGGLES COMMERCIAL MISS THORNBORROW SHORTHAND AND TYPEWRITING MISS A. BROWN MANUAL TRAINING MISS K. BROWN DOMESTIC SCIENCE AND ORATORY MISS GOODRICK MUSIC MR. MEEK HISTORY AND COMMERCIAL LAW MR. WIMETT HISTORY AND DEBATING The Faculty _ Wi)t i mtor Class Nmitila JESSIE ALLEN .. DAISY Favorite Expression Oh Johnnie! Forum, Y. W. C. A., Athletic Association. A shy face is better than a forward heart. M’GREGAR BANCROFT . . MAC Favorite Expression Ye ash barrels! Athletic Association, Boys’ Bible Class, Track Team ’06-’07; Manager ’07-’08, Captain ’08-’09; Football ’06-’07, Captain ’07-’08, ’08-’09. Class Football, Baseball; Vice-President of class of ’08-’09. Dignity of manner always conveys a sense of reserved force. ELSIE BAPTIST . . BOB Favorite Expression I don’t know. Not much talk—a great sweet silence. RUTH BRADY . . RUFUS Favorite Expression Get out. Y. W. C. A. Studious of ease, and fond of humble things. BESSIE BRECKON .. LIZZIE Favorite Expression Hobble de gobble. Athletic Association, Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, J. H. S. Fortune Teller. One tongue is sufficient for a woman. PAUL BRECKON .. BRECKON Favorite Expression I guess so. Athletic Association, Boys’ Bible Class, Glee Club. When one begins to turn in bed, it is time to get up. I .FSTF.R BRECKON . . PECKHAM Favorite Expression Hurry up. Athletic Association, Boys’ Bible Class, Class Baseball, leader of Rooters’ Club. All hell broke loose. ABBIE BROWN . . BROWNIE Favorite Expression Hully gee. Athletic Association, Forum. A little, tiny, pretty, witty, charming, darling she. JAMES BROWN . . TODGY Favorite Expression How can you tell? Athletic Association, Track Team, Football Team, Class Foot Ball ’07, ’08, 09. Hard pounding gentleman, but we will see who can pound the longest.n CORINNE CARLSON .. FUZZIE Favorite Expression nO, G! Athletic Association, Treble Clef ’09, Forum. The laughter of girls is, and ever was, among the most delightful sounds of earth. NORMA CASSEL .. POLLY Favorite Expression Shake of the head. It is tranquil people who accomplish much. CHARLES CLARK .. BURLAP Favorite Expression Just as loose. Athletic Association, Forum, Boys’ Bible Class. FLORENCE COBB . . COBBY Favorite Expression Gee whiz! Treasurer of class 06, School Basketball Team ’06. In the recognition of beauty, the eye takes most delight in color, EDITH COLTON .. COLTIE Favorite Expression Ain’t it lovely? Treble Clef ’09, Forum ’09, Y. W. C. A. Sense, shortness and salt. RUTH DUNCAN .. RUTHIE Favorite Expression My soul! Pianist Study Hall ’08, ’09, Treble Clef, Forum, Athletic Association ’08, Secretary ’09; Editor-in-Chief Nautilus ’09, Class Editor ’08; Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, Little Tycoon, President Girl Rooters’ Club, Vice-President of class ’08, Class Debating Team ’07, Third honor pupil. A woman’s fitness comes by fits. FRANCIS ENGLISH .. SASS. Favorite Expression Ain’t it the truth? Athletic Association, Forum ’06, ’07, ’08, Secretary ’09; Y. W. C. A., Class Debating Team ’07, J. H. S. Debating Team ’08, J. H. S. Declaimer 07. Esmeralda, Liddy Ann; Class Toastmaster ’09. To varnish nonsense with the charms of sound. Nsttiilns ALMA FORSYTHE Favorite Expression Oh! Oh! Treble Clef, Forum, Nautilus Class Editor ’09, Orchestra ’06-’09, Y. W. C. A., Little Tycoon. Though I am always in haste, 1 am never in a hurry. JANET GILMAN .. ROSY Favorite Expression Oh Frank. Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, Forum, Treble Clef. A girl who blushes is not all bad. CLARISSA GARLAND .. MARCIE Favorite Expression Cookoo hilly. Athletic Association. And when a lady’s in the case, you know all other things give place. ROY GOLTRA . . JACK Favorite Expression Oh, gee! Orchestra ’09, Athletic Association. Much as he pretends to wit, he can make a noise at least. RUTH HAYDEN .. RUFUS WILLIAM Favorite Expression Oh Johnnie! Secretary and Treasurer of class ’06, ’09; Vice-President of class ’08. Forum, Girls Rooters’ Club, Treble Clef Club, Athletic Association, President of Y. W. C. A. Valedictorian. The mildest manner with the bravest mind. RAY HARTMAN .. HART Favorite Expression Got to go home and pail the cows. Glee Club ’06-’09, manager ’09; Football ’09, Class Football ’06. Forum, Boys’ Bible Class Vice-President. Little Tycoon, House that Jack Built, Esmeralda. Gheerful at mom he wakes from short repose. RACHEL HARTMAN .. SARY Favorite Expression I'll do it for you. Forum, Treble Clef Club, Athletic Association, Girls Rooters’ Club, Y. W. C. A. Thy modesty’s a cradle to thy merit. GEORGIA HEMBRAUGH .. GEORGE Favorite Expression Mama won't allow me. Athletic Association, Y. W. C. A. A mother’s pride, a father’s joy. ARTHUR HINMAN .. ART Favorite Expression Don't steal anything. Athletic Association, Rooters’ Club, Forum, J. H. S. Debating Team 09, Assistant Professor of Physics ’09. The noble lord is the Rupert of debate. FRED HOPPER .. SKEET Athletic Association, ’07-’09, Treasurer ’08, President ’09; Class Football, Football ’09; Manager Basketball Team ’09. Glee Club, President of class ’08, ’09, Boys1 Bible Class Secretary, Assistant Business Manager Nautilus, Little Tycoon, He sits high in the people’s hearts. RALPH HUTCHINSON .. HEAD HUTCH Favorite Expression Figgers. Athletic Association, Class Football, Football ’07-’09, Boys' Bible Class, Forum, Little Tycoon, Esmeralda The Old Man. A man he is of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrows. EDNA JOHNSON .. MISS PRIM AND PROSY Favorite Expression Oh goody. Her face is like the milky way i’ the sky—a meeting of gentle lights without a name. EDITH JORDAN .. JIM Favorite Expression Oh, for cat’s sake. Nautilus artist’09. Esmeralda. A most pleasing maiden. HELEN LECK .. H Favorite Expression That’s the truth. Girls’ Basketball Team ’06, ’07, Captain ’07. President Girls’ Athletic As-scciation ’07; Athletic Association ’09, Girls Rooters’ Club, Treble Clef Club ’07, Forum, Y. W. C. A. Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable. SUSIE LYNCH .. SUSAN Favorite Expression W-e-1-1. Studious of ease and fond of humble things. FRANCES MARTIN .. FAN Favorite Expression Here comes another magnificent dream! Athletic Association, Forum, J. H. S. Orator ’09. Victory follows me, and all things follow me. Nautilus HELEN MASTERS . . MASCHERS mmm Favorite Expression Jiminy crickets!n Forum, Y. W. C. A. Pianist Eighth Grade ’09, pianist Orchestra ’09. I will believe thou hast a mind that suits with this thy fair and outward character.11 MARGARET MAYER . . MAG Favorite Expression Ain’t it, mama? Forum, Y. W. C. A. Contented wi’ little, and contie wi’ mair. IRENE M'AVOY .. RENIE Favorite Expression For John’s sake. Athletic Association. Her wit was more than man; innocence, a child. MYRTLE M'CARTY .. PECK Favorite Expression I’m tickled to splinters. Athletic Association, Girls Rooter’s Club. What a frosty spirited rogue is this. FRANK MOXON .. MOCK Favorite Expression Now, Janet. Athletic Association ’06-’09; Track ’07-’09; Football ’09, Athletic Editor Nautilus,’09. Forum, Boys’ Bible Class, Little Tycoon. Nowhere so busy a man there was, and yet seemed busier than he was. ELLA NEWMAN .. TOMMY Favorite Expression Oh, fudges. Basket Ball Team ’06, ’07, Forum ’09. A daughter of the gods, divinely tall. ALBERTA O’LEARY .. ALBERTINA THE GIGGLER Favorite Expression I thot I’d croak. I laugh at the world and the world langhs at me. LOLA ORNELLAS .. FLIRT Favorite Expression Oh! That sweet thing! How pretty her blushing was, and how she blushed again. LLOYD MERRILL .. DICK MERRILL, THE BOY HERO Favorite Expression Oh, where are my cards? Athletic Association. He loved so fast, as if he feared, each day would be his last. AMY PIRES .. CIRCUS. Favorite Expression Jiminy. Class Basketball Team ’06. Forum 06, '07, '08, '09; Y. W. C. A. The little mite thinks itself the whole cheese. GRACE READ .. BOB, FROM CHAPIN. Favorite Expression Shoot! Mantle Orator, Y. W. C. A. I never knew so young a lady with so old a head. EDITH ROBINSON .. MAGGIE. Favorite Expression That makes it nice. Class Reporter Nautilus '06, Athletic Association, Forum, Treble Clef Club, Girls’ Rooters’ Club. The world knows only two, that’s Rome (?) and I. HELEN ROBINSON .. PEGGY. Favorite Expression My stars! Forum, Athletic Association, Esmeralda, French Maid. Girls’ Rooters’ Club. Ye gods! but she is wondrous fair. FAYE RODGERS .. Athletic Association, Y. W. C. A., Forum ’06, ’07, ’08, ’09' Corresponding Secretary ’09. The mildest manner and the gentlest heart. CLARK ROTHWELL .. Athletic Association. He did nothing and did it exceedingly well. GOLDEN RUCKER .. FRISKY. Favorite Expression Ain’t it the truth? Forum, Class Debating Team ’06-’07, Vice President Y. W. C. A., Athletic Association, Girls’ Rooters’ Club. Honest labor bears a a lovely face. Nantilna LOLA RYAN Favorite Expression My gracious. Orchestra ’09, Y. W. C. A., Athletic Association. Maidens should be mild and meek, swift to learn and slow to speak. CHESTER SCHOFIELD .. CHES Athletic Association, Track Team ’07-’09, Glee Club, Forum, Class Debating Team ’06, President Bible Class, Class Reporter Nautilus, ’07, ’08, Assistant Editor-in-Chief ’09. House that Jack built. A quiet, thoughtful, good, sincere lad. WALDO SPRUIT . . CUB Athletic Association, Football ’07, ’08, Track Team ’07, ’08, Manager ’09; Class Football ’06, Glee Club, Forum ’07-’09. Treasurer ’08, President ’09; Class Debating Team ’06, J. H. S. Debating Team ’09, Forum Reporter Nautilus ’09. House that Jack Built, High School Minstrels, Little Tycoon, Esmeralda Dave. MARIAN TAYLOR . . ESMERALDA Favorite Expression Now, George, stop! Treble Clef, Forum, Y. W. C. A. Exchange Editor Nautilus ’09. Little Tycoon, Esmeralda, Be to her faults very blind, and to her virtues extremely kind. JOHN WIDENHAM .. JOHNNIE Favorite Expression That big dub. Athletic Association ’06-’09, Treasurer ’09; Basketball ’08 ’09, Captain ’09; Track Team ’08, ’09, Vice-President Forum, 09, Glee Club, Business Manager Nautilus, Vice-President Class ’06, Esmeralda. As prone to mischief, as able to perform it. GARDNER WOOD . . PROFESSOR Glee Club, Boys' Bible Class, Athletic Association, Class Reporter Nautilus ’06, Forum, House that Jack Built. And still he talked and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew. FRED WOODWARD . . FREDDIE Athletic Association, Track Team’09, Forum, Boys' Bible Class. Of study he took most care and heed, and not a word he spoke more than he need. GEORGE VASCONCESSOS.. CYCLONE, NOISE, BUSY Favorite Expression Oh-! Forum, Class Football ’06, Glee Club, Athletic Association, Boys' Bible Class, Minstrels, Little Tycoon, Esmeralda. And still his tongue ran on, the less weight it bore, the greater ease. LECIE WYATT .. SMIDDLES Treble Clef, Orchestra, Athletic Association, Class composer. Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Nautilus Nmittlns ®l)e Jfotum r?n HE Forum Literary Society has had a very successful year. Although the society was not organized for some time after the opening of school, its meetings were well attended and the programs well rendered. The idea of the society is to train its members in oratory, debating and in declamation, and the organization has felt that it has had good success along this line. The following officers were elected at the first meeting: Waldo Spruit, ’09, President; John Widenham, ’09, Vice-president; Frances English, ’09, Recording Secretary; Faye Rodgers, ’09, Corresponding Secretary; Jay Rodgers, 09, Treasurer. The annual preliminary contest in debating, to choose the High School Team, was held February 5th, and Waldo Spruit, Arthur Hinman and Wayne Rawlings were chosen, with Lillian Davis as alternative. This team debated the Quincy High School at Quincy, and were defeated. Though the result was a defeat, the society is proud of its team, and is well pleased with their work. On March 26th, the annual oratorical contest took place to choose the orator who was to represent us in the district contest and at Champaign. Miss Frances Martin won first place with an up-to-date discourse on “Who is the American?” Miss Frances English took second with “Child Labor.” Miss Martin’s oration was fine, and when it was admitted to the district contest at Cuba, 111., she barely missed winning first, but by winning second was entitled to deliver it again in the interscholastic contest at Champaign, May 21 st. In this contest, she won fifth place. The society and school are indeed proud of Miss Martin’s work. The annual declamatory contest was held April 23d in order to choose the declaimer to represent us at the W. I. H. S. L. contest, May 7th. Miss Ruth Taylor was first with “HowtheLaRue Stakes were Won,” and Miss Marion Taylor second with “The Heart of Brier Rose.” In the W. I. H. S. L. contest, Ruth Taylor did not place, although it was thought by the students that she had won a place. The decision was considered rank by all present, and although it was hard for Miss Taylor not to win a place after she had worked so hard, the society and school feel that she represented them in a satisfactory manner. The following persons received medals in the different lines of work: Waldo Spruit, Arthur Hinman, Wayne Rawlings, Lillian Davis, in debate; Frances Martin, Frances English, in oration; Ruth Taylor and Marion Taylor, in declamation. Forum Officers Francis Martin, Oratcr Ruth Taylor, Declaimer Debating Team ©rcljestra FIRST VIOLIN Alma Forsythe Amelia Gruenewald Minnie Hoffman Lola Ryan SECOND VIOLIN Abner Jackson Elmer Miller FLUTES Roy Goltra Lecia Wyatt Blanche Perry Jeannette Taylor Ruth Hayden Lecie Wyatt Corinne Carlson Rachel Hartman RutH Leach Davis Martin George Vasconcellos Paul Breckon Fred Hopper 0 CORNETS Clayton Stewart G. H. Wilkinson (DIRECTOR) BASS Earl Hempel FIRST CLARINET Lloyd Ross Walter Wilbert SECOND CLARINET William Coverly Dean Cochran 0 ®refalc Clef Marion Taylor Alma Forsythe Edna Cox Bertha Mills Grace Roberts Edith Robinson Ruth Duncan 0 f§lte Club Gardner Wood William Russel John Widenham Verne Tremblett Waldo Spruit HORNS Benjamin Burdick George Day SAXAPHONE Glen Skinner BASSOON Wilbur Jeffries TROMBONE Fred Stuart PIANO Helen Masters DRUMS Leo Johnson Myrtle Denny Edith Colton Janet Gilman Agnes Rogerson Irene Cox Edna Sheppard (PIANIST) Miss Goodrick (DIRECTOR) Henry Rodgers Edwin Smith Chester Schofield Ray Hartman Nautilus m. c. a. ORGANIZED 1908-9 FROM MISS miller’s BIBLE Leader Miss Sewell President Ruth Hayden Vice-President Golden Rucker Secretary Grace Roberts Treasurer Martha Simpson Chairman Missionary Com. Janet Gilman Social Committee Faye Rodgers Intercollegiate Ruth McLaughlin Nominating Ruth Duncan Bible Study Bessie Breckon Membership Lillian Davis Advisory Miss Kent g. j«. c. a. Chester Schofield President Ray Hartman Vice-President Fred Hopper Secretary and Treasurer Mr. Meek Teacher Met every Friday evening for Bible study, after the lunch at the Y. M. C. A. Raised fund for the education of a crippled boy, Albert Lee. Athletic Association Fred Hopper President Jeanette Taylor Vice-President Ruth Duncan Secretary John Widenham Treasurer €igfjtl) (dratie Commencement exercises Wednesday afternoon. May 26, High School Auditorium.—Miss Laura White, Principal. HONOR PUPILS Inez Pires Ruth Brittenham O. B. Huffaker Frances Hubble Elsie Moxon Louise Meier Ezra Hurwitz Irene Oxley Treble Cleff Club Orchestra Glee Club Y. W. C A. Cabinet Officers Boy's Bible Class Officers Athletic Association Eighth Grade Honor Pupils Alettes Hfljlettts HE Jacksonville High School has always taken an active interest in athletics. She has put out winning teams in Football, Basketball and in Track, and has produced some of the best athletes in the state. She has won the Western Illinois championship in Football and Basketball several times. In the Western Illinois High School League, she has thrice won the pennant and finished second in the State Meet at Urbana in 190 . A large number of the best men are Seniors and will graduate. They have won the “Red and White” uniforms for their last time, and have nobly defended the school’s honor. The prospects for winning teams next year are bright and promising. £be flDeet The W. I. H. S. L. meet took place at Jacksonville, on Illinois College track. May 7th, ’09, and was won by Jacksonville with an easy margin of 20 points. The day was superb, and the “Red and White” athletes were at their best. Jacksonville failed to place in only four events, winning 7 firsts, 2 seconds and 1 third. Several records were broken, and one was equaled. A large crowd attended the meet, and each school brought over a delegation of students. The following are the scores: Jacksonville 42 points, Petersburg 22, Beardstown 20, Rushville 13, Virginia 11, Ashland 1 1, Greenview 3, Pittsfield 3, Winchester 1. Unterscbolastic flDeet The Interscholastic meet was held under the auspices of the University of Illinois, at Champaign, May 22d. The day was splendid, and everything went off well. The Jacksonville team was in fine condition, but was simply outclassed by the older and more experienced athletes. In several events they placed fourth, and, through hard luck in others, were unable to score at all. Basket Ball Team The Football Team jfoottiaU n Young and Tremblett, left end; Rodgers (Capt. elect) and Carter, left tackle; Smith (Mgs. elect), left guard; Spruit, center; Hartman, right guard; Stevenson, right tackle; Mollenbrock and Moxon, right end; Hutchinson (Capt.) and Spink, full back; Hopper, right half; Gedney, left half. Scbebule Oct. 3 . . . Springfield 5 . . acksonville 6 Oct. 10 . . . Carrollton 4 . . acksonville 0 Oct. 17 . . Taylorville 10 . . acksonville 6 Oct. 24 . . . Quincy 5 . . acksonville 0 Oct. 31 . . . i. s. d. o . . ; acksonville 0 Nov. 7 . . . Quincy 0 . . acksonville 23 Nov. 14 . . . Carthage 22 . . acksonville 0 Nov. 21 . . . Taylorville 0 . . acksonville 12 Nov. 26 . . . Carthage 0 . . acksonville 2 Oct. 17 . . . Pittsfield 33 J. H. S 2nd Team 0 Oct. 31 . . . Greenfield 58 J. H. S 2nd Team 0 Wearers of tbe “3” Capt. Hutchinson ’09, Bancroft ’09, Hopper ’09, Spruit ’09, Hartman ’09, Merrill ’09, Vasconcellos ’09, Moxon ’09, Smith ’10, Tremblett’10, Mollenbrock ’10, Carter ’10, Rodgers ’ll, Young ’ll, Stevenson ’ll, Spink ’ll, Gedney ’ll. n=a basketball Schofield, center; Tremblett and Malone, right forward; Capt. Widenham, left forward; Spink, center; Rodgers, right guard, Beauchamp, left guard. Scbebule Mt. Sterling 45, Jacksonville 24 111. College 57, Jacksonville 16 Mt. Sterling 35, Jacksonville 39 Griggsville 37, Jacksonville 16 Quincy 35, Jacksonville 39 Quincy 42, Jacksonville 16 Wearers of tbe “3” Capt. Widenham ’09, Schofield ’09, Beauchamp ’10, Tremblett ’ 10, Rodgers ’ll, Malone ’ll, Spink ’ll. TEracfc ®eatn Nautilus 50 yard dash Alexander 100 yard dash Alexander 220 yard dash Capt. Bancroft 440 yard run Capt. Bancroft 880 yard run Young 1760 yard run Mollenbrock Shot put, 12 lb. Schofield Discuss throw Schofield Hammer throw, 12 lb. Schofield Pole Vault Hopper Standing broad jump Woodward Running broad jump Young Running high jump Moxon 220 yard hurdles Gedney Relay Team Young, Capt. Bancroft Alexander, Widenham m Schedule May 7 Western Illinois High School League Meet at Jacksonville 1 it Jacksonville, 42 points 2nd Petersburg, 22 points 3rd Beardstown, 20 points 4th Rushville, 13 points 5th Virginia, 1 1 points 6th Ashland, 1 1 points 7th Greenview, 3 points 8th Pittsfield, 3 points 9th Winchester, 1 point May 22 State Meet at Urbana lit University, 21 points 2nd Oak Park, 17 points 3rd Milford, 15 points 4th Galesburg, 10 points 5th Arenzville, 8 points 6th West Aurora, 7 points Jacksonville, 0 points UQearers of tbe “3 Capt. Bancroft, Widenham, Hopper, Schofield, Woodward, Moxon, Mollenbrock, Young, Gedney, Alexander. Track Team “ Ksmerelda” 3Ltterarp “Csmtralba” © p. HURSDAY, evening, May 20, the Senior Class of J m' 1909, scored a grand success, under the direction of JW Miss Sara Hamilton, senior instructor in literature, fg when they presented Esmeralda, a drama in four w acts by Francis Hodgson Burnett. This is the fifth time that High school students have appeared in dramatic production, under Miss Hamilton 1 s direction, and each time they have met with extraordinary success, from a financial point of view, as well as that of fine interpretation of the drama presented. We are inclined to think, however, the presentation of Esmeralda by our seniors this year was the most brilliant dramatic event of them ail. It was witnessed by a delighted and enthusiastic audience, and at the request of a number of friends who were unable to see it on the occasion of its first presentation, it was repeated Wednesday evening, May 26th. The beautiful play Esmeralda, so artistically written by Francis Hodgson Burnett, is a lovely idyl of North Carolina, a real classic, well worth study. Our students who presented it were happily chosen, and each one seemed to fit the part and character. The stage was quite handsomely dressed, and the various scenes of the drama were well portrayed. The humble log cabin of the Rogers in the woods of North Carolina, the studio of the Desmonds in Paris, and the ball room of the would-be aristocrats, were all well shown, and left little to be desired. During the first presentation of the play Jeffries Orchestra furnished beautiful music between acts, while on the second occasion our own high school orchestra, under the direction of Mr. Wilkinson, furnished some fine selections. The interpretation of the characters of the drama was most effectively and artistically given. As old man Rogers, Ralph Hutchinson was simply great. He looked the old man to perfection, while his intonations and acting was certainly fine. One could not think of it being Ralph Hutchinson, all they could see was this gentle, good old man, with all his peculiarities, and lack of experience with the world, and with his final heroic efforts to save his daughter from unhappiness. He certainly pleased and captivated everybody. Francis English, as Mrs. Rogers, wife of the old man, was perhaps the star of the evening. She showed unusually fine dramatic skill and talent as she brought out the character of the dissatisfied, relentless woman, bending her husband and daughter to her wishes. Her fine voice, superior elocutionary talent, and her splendid acting left little to be desired. Marion Taylor, as Esmeralda, had a hard part to portray, but she rose nobly to the occasion, showing the timid daughter, the true woman, and the fine character to perfection. She did excellent work in the emotional parts, and won great praise. As Esmerald’s lover, Waldo Spruit showed himself equal to a great variety of acting. He did some fine work. Ray Hartman had no easy task in playing the part of Estrabrook, a man of leisure, who was well acquainted with the ways of the world. He performed the part with ease and grace. Miss Jannette Taylor, as Nora Desmond, was especially strong and won much applause. Her intension of action in the crisis of the play won her audience completely by the charm of her acting. As Katie Desmond, Edith Jordan was simply charming, and performed her part with a graceful ease. Jack Desmond, an American artist in Paris, was one of the most attractive characters in the drama, and Jay Rodgers performed the part in a splendid manner. John Widenham portrayed the character of the French adventurer, who was in love with Esmeralda on account of her money. He showed a great deal of skill in his part. George Vasconcellos, as the American speculator, did well, and made one wish he might be on the stage longer. Helen Robinson was excellent as the French maid, and looked the character perfectly. One beauty about the whole affair was the freshness and enthusiasm with which everything was done. A great deal of the success is attributed to Miss Hamilton, who had sole charge of the play, the selecting of characters, and instruction and training of dramatic work—to the entire cast who worked so faithfully to inter-pert the play, and to the whole Senior class who worked so hard to bring about the happy result. LILLIAN H. DAVIS. 3ti Jfflemoriam It is with love and deepest sorrow that the Nautilus here pays tribute to the memory of Miss Sara Guest Hamilton, who died July 6, 1909. WHEN KITTY WAS TWO Nautilus OMPANY had come for supper and mother went to the pantry to bring out the beautiful round cake. What was her surprise to find it scalloped clear around with little bites. Big Sister didn’t do it. Little Brother didn’t do it. “Kitty, did you do it?” Kitty couldn’t say anything, just shook her head, “no.” So mother gave big Sister a big bite and little Brother a big bite and Kitty a big bite, and all the other bites just fitted Kitty’s. WHEN KITTY WAS THREE “Oh, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo—I want to go to grandma’s. I want to ride so bad. I’d just like to get under the seat,” cried Kitty. “Well, why don’t you, then,” said sister. “Oh! you’d tell. Boo-hoo, I want to go.” “Why no I won’t. Go on.” “All right, I guess I will,” and under she scrambled, and when she had ridden about half of the five miles to grandma’s, out poked her curly little head from under the flaps. “Why, hello, papa. Hello muzzer,” and she knew by the twinkle in their eyes that she was safe. Sister had tucked in a fresh white apron, and what a glorious time Kitty had. When the shadows began to grow long and Nig and Cub stood at the door, shaking their heads and pawing the earth, eager to start for home, Kitty didn’t want to go. “Why can’t Kitty stay?” asked grandma. “May I, mother? O! may I ? I’ll be just awful good, and I can sleep in a—in a—pillowcase!” Uncle Henry said, “You had better leave her, sister, she needs training.” So Kitty got to stay. After supper, because the air was a little cool. Uncle Hugh lit the fire in the big fire place. Grandma was reading. Uncle Hugh and Aunt Anna were playing chess and Aunt Amy was knitting a pair of tiny baby shoes for little cousin Margery. Kitty sat by her on the floor playing with the paper. It’s such a pretty little bit of a shoe. I don’t see why I couldn’t wear a little shoe like that. Juft wish I could.” Then a tho’t popped into her little head. “Maybe I could. The next morning Aunt Amy, passing through the room, heard a scolding little voice down behind the big sofa. “You little goose, you; you know you cut that stocking. Oh! you naughty, naughty little goose, you know you cut it and after all it didn’t fit your silly little big foot.” Aunt Amy quietly peeped over the edge of the sofa and watched Kitty severely slap her own little hands and then wipe her weeping eyes on what was left of the baby shoe. WHEN KITTY WAS FOUR Oh! Oh! My child! What are you doing in the top of that high tree? You will surely fall, and how did you ever get up there?” Get right down this minute.” “Why mamma, if I don’t learn to climb trees now, while I’m a little girl, how’ll I know how when I get to be a young lady?” WHEN KITTY WAS FIVE Sifter and Kitty were going through the dining room together, and when sifter wasn’t looking Kitty daintily picked out a lump of sugar from the sugar bowl. Then sifter saw the sugar bowl, too, and took out a lump. Kitty stood with her hands behind her back and looking up, said, “Sifter, God saw you take that.” Sifter was conscience smitten and back went her lump, but Kitty forgot to put back hers. WHEN KITTY WAS NINE The house muft be kept very quiet for mother had a sick headache, and so as to not make any noise, Kitty started down ftairs, hands firft and her feet sprawled out behind. When halfway down the front door opened and there ftood the doctor. Kitty put out her head like a turtle, her shiny eyes peering out through her curls. “Bless my boots!” exclaimed the doctor,” what on earth are you trying to do?” “Sh! Mother’s sick and I’m cornin’ down to let you in.” It is needless to add that the descent was made as rapidly as possible under the relentless fire of the doctor’s remarks, though all were under his breath so mother wouldn’t be disturbed. KITTY IN THE HIGH SCHOOL It was in the days when the Methodist ministers were compelled to move every three years. Though this was not one of the Thirty-nine Articles, it might have been the unwritten Fortieth that the inhabitants of the town couldn’t stand the pranks of the minister’s sons any longer. It was a gay September when Kitty and Arthur started in High School together. He introduced himself at the close of the morning worship where from the last seat in the comer a good loud Methodist “Amen” closed the prayer. Arthur met the titter that went over the room with a look of injured surprise, but the principal quickly saved the situation by saying, “Hereafter we will conduct our morning exercises in the usual manner.” Later in the day a carefully constructed and well aimed spit ball hit the mark at which it was aimed. Everyone turned around to see who had done it and Arthur though the last one in the row turned, too, and gazed at the wall where hung the portrait of the worthy W ashington, and the blame for the unworthy act seemed to rest upon the father of our country. Kitty recognized a kindred spirit. WHEN THEY WERE CHUMS It was the usual custom in chapel for about a dozen of the best singers to gather around the piano and sing from one to three verses of the morning hymn. Kitty played the accompaniment. They all thought that Kitty and Arthur were getting too chummy, and to let them know that they thought so, on this particular morning at the tap of the bell they made the usual start and then noiselessly dropped into their seats. Kitty and Arthur, unsuspectingly, did not discover the trap till they faced the audience. The smothered titters that went around the room made them realize that this was an occasion to which they must rise, and Arthur whispered, “Let’s sing every last verse.” There were nine of them. They were equal to it and without assistance waded clear through. THE FIRST QUARREL There were only three pupils in the Virgil class, two boys, one of them Arthur, and Kitty. It was easy for Kitty to translate, but for the boys it was hard work. One day the boys went fishing and though the usual lesson was forty lines, Kitty read two hundred in advance and when the boys came back the “class” was way ahead of them. Kitty looked demure and the teacher’s eyes twinklee behind his glasses but the boys looked daggers at Kitty, and for a week they weren’t on speaking terms. ’Twas the close of the Commencement season and a few of the Seniors had planned an all-day camping picnic. There were eight people going in four buggies to Silver lake, fifteen miles away. The girls met the night before and finished the filling of the baskets for they must make an early start. Everything was ready by five o’clock the next morning. All were jolly and full of fun as they started for kitty’s, the meeting place. “Oh! Kitty,” called mother, how have you left your room?” “Oh,” gasped Kitty, and from the blank expression on her face, mother said,” you’d better come back and fix it.” She flew up the stairs, smoothed out the covers and straightened the counterpane but never touched the pillow whera her curly head had rested, and again ?oined the merry party. It was a Jong happy day and when the party started home Kitty and Arthur called out, “Don’t wait for us, we’re going to take just one more row.” “Is Kitty here?” “Didn’t she stay all night with you?” “Is Arthur home?” The questions flew from mouth to mouth as the alarmed townspeople gathered in the streets. A search party was made up which, on reaching the lake in the early morning, with sinking hearts joined a group of men who were watching an up-turned boat drifting toward them. A great dark cloud hung over the little town, yet there was sunshine everywhere and the air was heavy with the fragrance of flowers. Out of the stillness tolled all the church bells. From the house of Kitty a procession started, bearing a white casket. Everyone was dressed in white. At the same time from Arthur’s home another procession started. At the converging of the streets the lines met and joined into one. Slowly, tenderly, quiedy, all that was mortal of Kitty and Arthur was laid to rest in the beautiful cemetery of Groveland. Stored away in the memory of Kitty’s friends is the picture of a snow white pillow which still contains the dent of Kitty’s curly head. 3nbreto Jarkson Jefferson ® —-— NDREW JACKSON'S little chubby black face peeped £ around the comer of the house. He saw “young jlL Massa step out upon the porch and look at the sky. Lj The sun was well up and the day promised to be fair. “Joe, you may drive the horses around now; we will start soon,” said “young Massa” to the negro waiting for orders. Then Andrew Jackson Jefferson hurriedly slipped into the bushes at the comer of the porch, for he well knew his big brother Joe would send him to the cabin should he see him there. The young master stepped back into the house. “All ready, Margery,” he called. Soon a pretty little southern woman, with a bright blue eyed boy clinging to her skirts, descended the broad staircase. We will have to hurry if we get to Aunt Kate’s in time for dinner,” the master said, as they stepped out onto the porch. Then bending low he whispered softly to his wife, “The papers are hidden safely, and I believe there will be no danger to them while we are away. Andrew Jackson Jefferson again poked his head from out the bushes so as to watch Billie. The little negroe’s greatest ambition was to be white like Billie. He wanted to have blue eyes and pink cheeks like fair Billie’s, and had spent many hours scrubbing his little black face in vain attempts to make it white. As the little family were ready to start the “Massa” saw Andrew Jackson Jefferson’s little black face and rolling eyes shyly watching them from the bushes. Unlike many southern masters young “Massa” was very fond of the little colored people on his big plantation. A sudden impulse caused him to call to the wee pickaninny. The little fellow bashfully sidled out from his hiding place and shyly hung his fuzzy black head. “Andrew Jackson Jefferson,” said young “Massa,” I want you to take care of the place while I am gone, and don’t you let anyone come into the house that does not belong there.” Andrew Jackson Jefferson looked up to see if young “Massa” was smiling, but he looked very sober and the little pickaninny an- Nautiln - swered gravely, “No sah.” “Massa’s” eyes twinkled when he turned to his wife, but little Andrew Jackson Jefferson did not see them and his tiny shoulders seemed much weighted with responsibility as he watched his master and mistress and little pink and white Billie riding away down the road. Andrew Jackson Jefferson was sitting on the fence having a feast on green apples when a bright idea occurred to him. High on the wall of the little cabin he called home, hung an old musket It had been a present to his grandfather from “old iMassa.” Suddenly jumping down from his perch on the fence post he ran to the cabin and climbed from chair to table until he reached the gun. He handled it carefully for he knew it was loaded. It had been a whim of his old grandfather’s to always keep it so. The youngsters had all been taught to respect it “Cause ’twas a’ ol hare loom an’ doan’ yo’ daeh tuh tech it” “I reckon Massa’d say foh tuh take it foh he tol’ me tuh guahed de place”, thought Andrew Jackson Jefferson as he trudged toward the big house with the heavy musket over his shoulder. Seating himself on a comer of the big horse block he laid the old gun beside him. For a long time he watched the road with great vigilance, his chubby black hand on the gun, for Andrew Jackson Jefferson, little as he was, had heard of the “solgahs.” Indeed was not young “Massa” talking of joining “the ahmy who fought foh Dixie land?” Deep in his little heart he hoped that no “nothen soljahs would come while he kept guard, for he had heard of dreadful things the “nothen soljahs” did. After a long time, however, as no one appeared he became more lax in his vigilance. He was only seven years old; the day was warm; the summer air was heavy with the scent of the roses and honeysuckle that grew in the little garden near by, and the bees droned so lazily among the clover blossoms that soon the fuzzy black head drooped a very little, then a little more and Andrew Jackson Jefferson was asleep, his chubby little fingers still clasping tightly the old musket. Dinner time came and Andrew Jackson Jefferson slept on. His black mammy did not look far for him for he seldom could be found at meal time. The hours passed and the afternoon shadows slowly lengthened while the little pickaninny still peacefully slept Suddenly he stirred his fingers, clutched the musket and gazed sleepily down the road. Several figures could be seen on horse- — back riding towards him. Surely they were not the soldiers he had been dreaming about Now he could hear the horses hoof-beats. His little heart jumped into his throat They were soldiers! He could see their uniforms. Catching up his musket he sped quickly to the wide pillard porch. He rested his heavy gun on the railing and with terror watched the three soldiers approach and dismount Oh! how he wanted to take to his little heels and run, run, run; but how could he? For had not “Massa told him to guard the house? The soldiers came up the walk and one started to ascend the steps when he was greatly astonished to see a large musket pointed directly at his head. Looking further he saw a wee black finger held firmly against the trigger, back of which was the terror stricken face of a little pickaninny. “Why, hello, youngster. What in thunder are you up to?” Then all three of the blue coated soldiers laughed. (Surely the situation was amusing). “Well, little fellow, you had better put up your gun for we are going into this house to get some papers your master left for us.” Don’t let anyone come into the house that does not belong there were the words that sang in the ears of Andrew Jackson Jefferson, and for answer he pointed the musket at the head of the first soldier that tried to ascend the steps, his little finger ready to press the trigger. “Come on, fellows,” said the soldier, “the idea of letting a little black shaver like him hold us up.” With that they started to rush up the steps, when around the bend of the road came the clatter of the hoofs of several horses and five grey coated soldiers came into view. The three soldiers in front of Andrew Jackson Jefferson paused. Then suddenly changing their minds; they hurriedly mounted their horses and rode swiftly in the opposite direction. Three of the grey coated soldiers pursued them while the other two turned into the yard. One of these Andrew Jackson Jefferson recognized as his young master, so still holding his musket he slipped noiselessly off of the porch and would have disappeared into his hiding place in the bushes. But young “Massa” had taken in the whole scene from the bend in the road. “Come here Andrew Jackson Jefferson,” he said gravely. “Tell me did the soldiers get into the house?” “No sah.” “What did you do to them?” “I pointed dis of gun at dem.” Nautilus “Were you not afraid of them?” “Yes sah.” “Then why did’t you run away and let them go in?” “You said, sah, to guahd the place, sah.” There was a momentary twinkle in young “Massa’s” eyes. He remembered his jest. “Andrew Jackson Jefferson you have been a very brave little boy today. You shall be rewarded. Tell me, is there something you would like more than anything else?” Andrew Jackson Jefferson did not hesitate. He had but one great desire. Looking shyly up into “Massa’s” face he answered, “Please Massa, sah, I want mos’ of all some flouah an’ soap, sah, tuh wash my han’s an’ face an’ mek me white like Billie, sah.” JANET GILMAN. OTtfjo 3s tfje American? 19 MONG the world powers of yesterday and today are found those who have risen to signal honor and influence, but no other nation has reached such eminence as the United States, through the excellence and unparalelled ideals found in the character of her citizenship. Our country is not the product of chance; its inception was founded in the hearts of a small handful of men and women on a foreign shore, who longed for freedom and its fruits. The story of that little band of pilgrims, who landed on the American continent, their spirit and conquests, will ever remain renowned. What strange tales were wafted back across the ocean about the new land. Those were days when men had visions and dreamed dreams. It only took the passing of a few years until the world stared in wonderment at the mass of humanity that composed our population, men of every nation and every tongue found a Mecca here, and in proportion as the new comers possessed ideals of various kinds, so the country afforded an equal opportunity for the development of their ideals. New conditions, changed environments, the working out of problems, both social and economic, fostered a new spirit in the hearts of the citizens and gradually but surely, they developed a state of heart and mind pronounced and unequaled in the annals of history. The Americans are a mixture of English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans and Sweeds. From this promiscuous breed, that race called Americans has arisen, that strange amalgamation of blood which you will find in no other country. Nearly half a century ago Boston was the best place for the stranger to see our natural characteristics, in their most mixed and most developed state. Its citizens were then all descendents of Englishmen and of course were united by all the bonds of society, language, religion, government, manners and interests. Boston was then Puritan, today it is Catholic and has nearly thirty nationalities. Yet until the Civil war we still had confident description of the American, as if he stood sufficiently apart and disengaged from other peoples to admit of characterization. There was yet enough in common, until the middle of the last century to make the question, “Who Is the American?” at least intelligible. The one quality fixed upon the American above all others is “adaptability.” It is of course meant by this that the young American is early thrown upon his own resourses, that our society and range of opportunity is such as to create the capacity for self-adjustment, of falling upon the feet in whatsoever part of the world he alights. As the years come and go and America more and more forges to the front as a world power, just in that degree does the standing and importance of the American, as an individual become more marked. We are living in such a rapid age that our progress is not so noticeable to ourselves, as to the foreigner who visits our country. The transformation of the typical American has been so gradual that today we behold him clad in all his garments of strength and superiority. His characteristics are many and well defined. Notice him, as he travels throughout the length and breadth of his own country and as he touches the shores of other lands. His quickness of judgement, penetrating eye, boundless enthusiasm and ability to adapt himself to all conditions and circumstances make him a hero wherever he goes, and in fact the inhabitants of America have become so metropolitan that the very strength of their character is manifested in those problems, which have to do with that particular place, whether it be in the center of a large city, in the mountain districts, or on the broad prairie. As the traveler passes down the “Hall of Fame,” located in New York city, and gazes on the images of men whose lives have been closely linked with the life and advancement of American civilization, he is more wonderfully impressed with the question “Who Is the American?” and feels that he is standing in the midst of the men, from whose lips, if they could speak, would fall the coveted story. Perhaps, among all the great men that would rivit his attention, as he gazes on these images, would be that of our beloved Lincoln, whose name is written on every American heart. The honors that have recently been paid to his memory, in the celebration of the one hundredeth anniversary of his birth, are only examples of the universal appreciation of his value as a true American. He was a man who could be called the typical American. How beautiful Lowell, in his commemoration Ode tells the story to the world: r “Great Captains, with their drums and guns, Disturb our judgment for the hour; But at last silence comes; These are all gone, and standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly, earnest, brave, foreseeing man. New birth of our new soil. The first American.” The past epochs of civilization are resplendent with glorious achievements. After years of service, Greece, Rome and Ancient Egypt have disappeared from the arena of human affairs. We, as a people, with all these magnificent examples behind us, living in an age of immeasurable opportunities, with the future spread out like a grand panorama, have great duties and obligations resting upon us. Every year witnesses important changes in our government. With the acquisition of new territory, new problems arise; the great influx of foreigners to our shores, filling our cities with their crimes and dens of vice, presents a most serious trend of affairs. The problem of the negro, the liquor traffic, the marvelous growth of corporations and trusts, are forcing their importance upon us. Our faith rises as to the possibilities of solving these problems as we contemplate the ability of the genuine American. His habits, adaptability to grapple with knotty questions, religious temperament, leads us to believe in him unswervingly. We love to praise him, to have visions of his future, to dream dreams of solutions to situations yet unsolved, through his power. May the day never dawn when, by an action, word or deed, a reproach should be brought upon our country by any true American citizen. May he ever be the leading light to higher and better things, and make the United States a force for all that is best and noblest in mankind. Thus, day by day, will the question, “Who is the American?” be answered. FRANCES M. MARTIN. Nantilna Commencement Cxemsetf [1 HE thirty-seventh annual Commencement of the Jacksonville High School took place Thursday evening, May 27th, in the Opera House. Many friends were unable to gain admittance, and all three floors were crowded before the program began. A better plan than ever used before was successfully carried out by Mr. Wilkinson. A limited number of tickets, just the number of seats contained in the auditorium, were given out to Seniors and teachers. These had to be exchanged for reserved seats in order to obtain places in the auditorium. This plan saved much of the confusion accompanying the old way of unreserved seats. As Edna Sheppard played the march, the class marched in from the right wings and took their places upon the platform. It was quite a pretty array of white dressed girls, and boys in the opposite color. As soon as they were seated. Dr. Post came forward and gave the invocation, after which the orchestra, led by Mr. Wilkinson, played a rousing march. Then followed the numbers of the program, one of which was a beautiful violin solo by Miss Alma Forsythe, accompanied by Miss Bertha Gordon. The solo was so well chosen and beautifully done that Miss Forsythe was forced to respond to a hearty encore. Following is the program: Invocation Rev. R. O. Post March, Waving Plumes Miner High School Orchestra Salutatory Address Voices Golden Rucker Mathematics, Past and Present Arthur Hinman The Search for the Holy Grail Ruth Duncan Violin Solo, “Air Varie” Vieuxtemps Alma Forsythe The Japanese Exclusion Faye Rodgers Marconi’s Invention Frank Moxon Valedictory Address “Sunshine and Shadows” Ruth Hayden Chorus (a) Sleep, Little Treasure (b) Spring Song Treble Clef Club Then Mayor Bancroft, as President of the board, came forward, and in his usual clear and forceful style, spoke some exceptionally well chosen words of advice and congratulation as he presented to the class their well-earned diplomas. His words were those which will be long remembered in the heart of every boy and girl in the class, and will serve as an encouragement to them along the stem path of life. NantUn ismnstfnne anb £s f)aboto£ INCE the world began, the sunshine and the shadows have frolicked together, and, in their sporting games, have contended for dominion over the earth itself. Now, the sunshine wins, and the whole earth smiles into the sky and myriad lakes shimmer with light. Now, the shadows rally forces, and come marching somberly against the sunshine, capturing point after point in the Titan game, until Old Earth weeps in veritable self-pity. So has the contest gone on, so will it go on, till the end of time—sunshine and shadow mingling their smiles and tears, making the earth pulsate with abounding life. Thus it is with human beings. Every life has its sunshine and shadows. Happiness and disappointment follow each other in rapid succession. Each one has a world of brightness around him, and each has that brightness dimmed by shadows. Yet, there is an artificial sunshine, which springs up in the human heart, that scatters the blackest clouds of sorrow that can come across the heart’s sky. Our lives are largely what we make them. It lies with us to be gloomy and disagreeable, or happy and contented. The stream of our life never rises higher than its fountainhead—the spring of sunshine within the heart. He who desires inner happiness, but neglects its cultivation, soon leams, to his sorrow, that he has made his own heart a gathering place for all the black clouds of disappointment and foreboding, and that their phalanx has become too solid to be broken. Yet, as welcome as the sunshine is, it makes the desert. In midsummer, when the sky grows brazen and the crops parch, we long for the restful shower and shadow of the spring-tide. So, the life which has never experienced and accepted sorrow is strangely alone and sadly untaught. It can neither help nor teach. Sorrow is the half-tone in the picture of life. Without it, life glares. One who has met sorrow and has not received it or read it aright, is cold and hard; one who has learned the lesson it brings, is courageous and full of holy and gentle love. We dare not scorn affliction. It is a gentle teacher, by which many things are revealed that might otherwise be hard to understand. Just as the cloud brings its rainfall, so shadow brings its tears. Without the tears and the rainfall, we lack all the growth, all the bursting into bloom of the beautiful life. A budding plant is pruned in order that it may produce the most perfect blossom. The splendor of a perfect diamond is made greater by a dark background. The most brilliant sky colors are due to clouds which cast shadows somewhere. The most beautiful landscapes are seen thru foci that appear distorted and untrue. Even the tiny seed dies in order to bring each tree and plant into the world. The most perfect life ever lived would have been a failure without the deep valley of the shadow which brought unending sunshine to a world of sin. Shadow not only perfects a life, but also strengthens it. A life of ease never made a hero. Our lives are strengthened by encountering and overcoming difficulties. We do not gain muscle by having other people work for us. Neither are our lives developed by having other people fight our battles. The journey of life is rough and obstructed. When we remove one obstacle, we are stronger and better prepared to move the next. We can conquer the difficulties that beset our career, and, so conquering, be strong. The misfortunes that cross our path are often tests of the true worth of our character, and it is left for us to prove their value. A long time ago, there was a man who was sorely afflicted. He lost his wealth, his family, and was visited by loathsome diseases. Still, in his distress, Job was patient and obedient to God. His grief only strengthened his hold on the unseen world and made him feel that world to be most real. At last, the black clouds broke, and the glorious vision of God appeared beyond them. The most massive characters are seamed with scars. The heroes of the world have all been strugglers—strugglers who have won. Victory is the defeat of an enemy in conflict. The most splendid victories have been won by the retrieval of mistakes, or the overcoming of obstacles. Lincoln was a struggles He was poor, very poor, but he had good judgment and unflinching courage, and he fought his way over a rough road to a coveted goal. Whether or not we conquer difficulties, depends only upon ourselves. If we live weak, timid, ineffective lives, the fault is our own. It is not a matter of can we develop strong characters and live useful lives, but will we? n Nautilus You, my classmates, have already had struggles that were shadows in your lives. You have had financial struggles, struggles against the temptation to drop out of school, struggles against physical weakness, and the struggles with daily problems. You have batded with these, and have been victorious. By bravely meeting and overcoming these tasks, you are better able to combat with the trials in the future. Some of you have already laid the foundation of a sunny disposition and a power to conquer by tact. To some, the power of sunshine will bring happiness and beautiful lives. To others, adversity will have a silver lining and develop a character sweeter than any that sunshine and prosperity can bring. Now, we go forth into an unknown future. Already the basis of character is firmly laid, and the balance of sunshine and shadow largely determined. Our paths already lead out in divers ways, and, as we separate, we say a last farewell, a farewell to girlhood and boyhood, a farewell to many of our fellow classmates, a farewell to you, who, as teachers, and you as members of the board of education, and as citizens of Jacksonville, have watched us safely thru each upward struggle. To many, the years will bring partings. Never again will we be all banded together in one enterprise as tonight. Yet, as the years roll by, and we look back on the High School days of nineteen (hundred) five to nineteen nine, we will be able to see that the sunshine and shadow surrounded us for the good, and that those were happy days all together. Jftelb ©aj ' HE annual field day and dinner was held at Nichols Park, May 26th, 1909. The day was ideal, and a large crowd of students attended. The park is a good place for such a thing, and afforded many pleasures to the students. The program rendered was as follows: 10:30 a. m. Baseball between Seniors-Freshmen and Juniors-Sophomores. The game was won by the Juniors-Sophomores by a score of 10 to 5. The game was made sensational by some star playing on both sides. Denny’s pitching was one of the features. The lineups: Seniors-Freshmen—Bancroft (captain) pitcher; Merrill, p.; Sorrells, c,; Hopper, 1st b.; McLaughlin, s. s.; Alexander, 2d b.; Doocy, 3d b.; Moxon, 1. f.; Breckon, c. f.; Schofield, r. f. Juniors-Sophomores—Tremblett (captain) 2d b.; Merrill, c.; Denny, p.; Furr, 1st b.; Wheeler, 3d b.; -----, s. s.; Gedney, 1. f.; Mollenbrock, c. f. 12:30. Dinner. TOASTS Toastmaster—Prin. G. H. Wilkinson. The Relation of the Board to the High School Mayor Bancroft J. H. S. Miss Harriet Sewall Response George Vasconcellos The Seniors’ Future Supt. W. A. Furr Presentation of “J’s” to the Track team. J.Widenham 3:00. Cross Country Run. Won by Gedney; Mollenbrock 2d, Breckon 3d; giving Sophomores 5 points, Juniors 3, and Seniors 1. 3:30. Sack Race. Won by Yates; Woodward 2d, Waters 3d. 3:45. Three-legged Race. Won by Merrill-Widen-ham; 2d, Yates-Spillman; 3d, Kolp-Hatfield. 4:00. Boat Race. Won by McGinnis; 2d, Gedney; 3d, Keefe. The officials for the day were: Field Day Committee—L. Breckon, R. Hutchinson, R. Hartman, Frances English, Clarissa Garland. Class Managers—Fred Hopper, Seniors; Verne Tremblett, Juniors; H. J. Rodgers, Sophomores; Basil Sorrells, Freshmen. General Manager Lester Breckon Starter Hutchinson Assistants Irl Waters, J. Malone Judges Hartman, Alexander Nautilus Nautilus baccalaureate 0 AY 23d, Sunday morning, dawned bright and glorious, and thankful was the class of 09, for it was the day upon which the Baccalaureate services were to be held. At 10:30, the Seniors gathered in the lower rooms of the Centenary church, and promptly at 10:45 they began the march into the auditorium to the strains of the march played on the organ. The double file separated at the main door of the auditorium, and two lines proceeded slowly up the main aisles of the room. One thing, which made the occasion an especially happy one, was the fact that Mr. Magill, our principal of last year, was there to greet us, and took each one cordially by the hand just before the march was begun. Two choruses, Mozart’s “Gloria,” and “Holy art Thou,” by Handel, were sung by the Treble Clef and Glee clubs, which composed the choir. The clubs, on this occasion, made an especially good showing, and spoke well for the work done this year by their director. Miss Goodrick. After the sermon, Miss Ruth Leach sang beautifully, “Cry Aloud, Spare Not.” Ruth Leach has one of the leading soprano voices in the club, and they are fortunate to be able to have her with them again next year. The sermon, “Going Over to Possess the Land,” by Rev. F. A. McCarty, was a splendid one, addressed to the Senior class in the main. He told them some of the sturdy, yet homely qualities which every one must possess, if they, like Joshua, will conquer all obstacles, and triumph. He showed them so forcibly how they, like Joshua, were at the brink of their Jordan ready to cross over into the world beyond, and that their success or failure there depended, to a great degree, upon the determination with which they began the struggle, and the fortitude with which they braved all hardships. His words showed much wisdom and friendly interest, and the Seniors appreciated very much his wholesome advice. Class Sap El HE class day exercises of the Senior class were held in the High School auditorium, May 24th, at 2:30 p. m. Although the afternoon was rather cloudy and gloomy, there was a large crowd present, and the program was a great success. The first number on the program was a cantata, entitled “Summer,” by the Treble Clef Club. The cantata had heen in preparation for some time, and the club did themselves and Miss Goodrick full justice. As Helen Masters began the strains of the processional march, the class marched in and took their places upon the platform. After Fred Hopper had given the President’s address, the rest of the program was then carried out: Cantata—‘ ‘Summer” Abt Treble Clef Club Processional March Helen Masters President’s Address Fred Hopper Class History Lloyd Merrill Violin Solo—“Angel’s Serenade” Braga Lola Ryan Mantle Oration Grace Read Junior Response Lillian Davis Piano Solo—“The Gypsy Dance Hongr oise” Bohm Lecie Wyatt Class Prophecy—Florence Cobb Janet Gilman Lola Omellas Class Song, “’09”—Lecie Wyatt Faye Rodgers Miss Sewall The class history caused many of the boys and girls to smile, as vivid recollections of the past four years came to their minds. Nautilus The music numbers by Lecie Wyatt and Lola Ryan were beautifully done, and the class is proud to boast of two such musicians in their ranks. We were proud of our mantle orator. Her dignity of manner and speech represented us well, and although we were called “peaches and lemons of ’09” by the jealous Juniors, our sweet and forgiving spirits forgave their orator, who had done her part well. The prophecy was given by three girls disguised in the gloomy garb of witches, and they chanted the prophecy as they circled about the boiling caldron, hanging over a glowing fire. Their words were heard with silent wonder, and then cheer, as some of the wonderful futures were foretold. Now we come to the class song. It was a decided success. Our class composer, Lecie Wyatt, composed the brilliant music, and the committee on words did so well that hardly a practice could be held without laughter at their significance. Our only regret is that for unavoidable reasons, we are unable to give the music to it here. The program was finished by a presentation by Lester Breckon. Lester knew each of the class so well that he was able to present each one with some significant little gift, and he closed by presenting a handsome gift to our class officer, Miss Sewall, in behalf of the class of ’09. Class llistorp I N the days of long ago, one sunny September morning, the shadows were playing hide and seek on the silvery surface of a tiny woodland stream. In the cool depths of water a bunch of minnows idly swished their tails and wiggled their fins in lazy contentment. “Listen,” they suddenly exclaimed; “what is that sound we hear from far down the stream? It is calling us. Let us go.” And they started in the direction of it. At a junction in the stream where three other streams met, three bunches swam out, and they all suddenly became aware that they had formed a school. All this time the current was becoming swifter and rougher, and now the little fish found themselves in a dangerous rapid, and they became afraid, but they were brave little creatures and went ahead. They wondered where they were and how long they would have to stay in such a place, when one of the larger fish came up to them, and, with a lofty air, told them that they were in the high school rapids, and if they minded real well and worked hard they could get out in four years. Oh, what news this was to some of them! They had heard about how their brothers and sisters, who had gone on a year before, had been taken into small rooms, and in some of them a mean old dragon sat up in front and made them work all day; but in others, a pretty young mermaid taught them, and wouldn’t make them work half so hard. Just then they noticed coming toward them what looked like another school. “Who are you?” spoke up one of the first fish. “Why, we are Sophs,” said the others. Down the stream we bumped into a dam. Latin Flunk, they called it. We couldn’t get around it, and couldn’t ride over it, so we came back to get a new start with the Freshies. After they had been given their places, they began to look around to see where their friends were sitting. They suddenly became aware that they were not all alike. Every here and there they could see a small shark, already busy with his work, and, scattered in their midst, they could see several lobsters, acting as if their last breaths were not many moments away; and they had good rea- ■■■■■■■■■■■■ son to think so. Every one was in a hurry, bells were ringing, and the older fish were casting sneering glances at the little ones. And under these circumstances, the ever glorious class of ’09 began its four years’ campaign against vast numbers of text books and innumerable rules the faculty laid before them. In the early part of our freshman year the class was called together for the purpose of organizing. We chose orange and black for class colors, and Miss Agnes Thornborrow was made class officer. Where could one find colors that have seen less defeats and that have been main factors in more celebrations over victories? But an equally hard task would be to find a class officer that would take more interest in a class and enter more heartily into that fun and feel worse over an occasional defeat that came their way than did Miss Thornborrow. Our ability as athletes first became manifest on the gridiron when the Sophomore class challenged us to a game to be played on Illinois College field. Oh, how high were the hopes of that class as they marched that afternoon out to the game! They were hollering and shouting for their boys, and had even gone so far as to plan what they would do to celebrate at night. They acted as though our class didn’t have any team on the field until the game started. And then how suddenly things changed! The game was on, and the Sophs were being knocked about like ten pins, and the ball went over for a touch down for ’09. This is about all there is to say about the game, for after awhile it really seemed cruel to treat the Sophs the way our boys were doing them, and time was called with a victory for orange and black. In this same autumn, our class had a hay ride. At the close of school one afternoon, we all assembled in front of the building, and after much fussing and many envying glances had been cast by some of the class, we started on two wagons toward Mayfield’s grove. What a fine ride, and such an inviting lunch we had out there! Of course we were all sorry to have to start home, but we didn t want to have any serious encounters with any of the faculty, so we piled on the wagons and started home. We had gone about half a mile when trouble was scented, and all of a sudden an army of upper classmen fell upon us. There was an awful fight waged there for awhile, but our little band of warriors could not stand the attack of so large a number, and the enemy succeeded in captunng two of our number. But in the meantime, the girls had made a capture. One of the opposing force had crept upon the wagon (for what we could never discern,) and had been set upon by some of the girls, and held by others, but it is enough to say that he did not get away till he reached town. And so ended our Freshman year in High School. We had taken a prominent part in all athletic contests, and were live workers in the Forum, and we all left school at the end of that year with hopes high for a happy and successful Sophomore year. At last, our aspirations were reached. We were Sophs. No more did we fear that giants might pop out of mount-appearing corners and wipe us out of existence. We now became nurses of the midget arrivals, the Freshmen, the teachers of the ’08’s, and the associates in malicious mischief of our worthy allies across the Junior barren in the far coveted east, the ’07’s. My, the changes that took place this year! In the first place, our class officer was no place to be found. We were looking high and low for her, when suddenly the news came that she had a much more responsible position than class officer in the High School. She was mistress in the Look household. Of course this was a terrible blow to us, but we had learned, from much experience in the year previous, what to do in times of extreme difficulty, so we set about to find a new officer. We again showed marked ability in choosing an officer with all the qualities that go to make up a faithful and desirable one. Miss Sewal was made officer, and has ever since shared our trials and our many pleasures. But now rumor even has it that she is soon to follow in the steps of her predecessor, but thanks to him, whoever he may be, for leaving her with us at least till we no longer need a High School class officer. This same year Mr. McGill took up his duties as principal. About the first thing that happened after school had gotten to running smoothly was the introduction of two new courses of study. The first was public speaking, which was conducted by teachers, and in this there were regular meetings once a month. The other was in the Physical Culture line, which consisted of jui jitsu and wrestling. In this the lessons came at irregular intervals and all very unexpectedly. They were conducted by the instructor himself. Whether because of the many fine points of the game, or because he did not wish to expose the pupils’ ignorance before a large class, private instructions were given, generally in the office, but in some few cases it seemed more convenient to have them in ■■■■ the study hail. On October 4th, we were organized, the brightest stars in the High School constellation. Deciding that school life was too slow, we had a party at the home of our ever gracious hostess, Miss Faye Rodgers. Here Topsy and Dina, of ’08, our servants, waited on us. Lost and drifting, backward and forward, we found a barrel of Juniors and Seniors. Feed them? Did this noble class ever allow humanity to suffer? ’Twas thru the slats in the porch that we gave them enough nourishment to last them till they could reach better treatment. With the return of H. A. McGill, we became his co-workers as Juniors. Many had dropped out, but a few were left striving on to our coveted goal, feeling the loss of our absent classmates, but rejoicing at the presence of new ones. Deviating from our general routine of school life, we disturbed the dark and quiet shades of Strawn’s timber. Soon, from the far west, came the sound of thunderbolts of the Almighty Zeus. The rain fell in torrents, and mighty rivulets gushed beneath the wagons that were acting as our only shelter. As soon as our clothes had taken up all the water they could, we started for home. What a forlorn looking bunch of humanity it was that rode along on that once, clean and strong wagon, but now clay covered and just holding together. In May of this same year, we were doomed to give the Seniors a party, and Fred Hopper’s house was chosen as the place where it was to be held. There was a large crowd there, and all had a fine time. In the yard was a May pole, and all evening one could see people holding on the ends of those strings for dear life, being bounced around like toy balloons. At last, came the supreme moment of our High School days; we were dignified Seniors. Mr. McGill could not bear to have his brilliant charges leave him, so he left them, and Mr. Wilkinson took his place. We broke the simple monotony of endless study and school life by a party at the home of Marion Taylor. Great was the enjoyment of every one in the pit, buying sights unseen in great quantity. The Bug Juice orchestra arrived in their private car and furnished delightful music. One must not think, from the preceding accounts, that our school days have been devoted merely to pleasure. They were far from it. In many debating teams we have furnished mainstays and hand workers. The offices in Forum have for some time been filled mostly by members of the class of ’09. In athletics we have shone brilliantly. Ever since our Freshman year we have had many members on the Football team, and the majority of the Track team have come from our midst. Oh, how the music clubs will miss us! Nine-thirteenths of our noted Glee Club and a large number of our winsome maidens of the Treble Clef will be absent. The absence of Old Man Rogers, Esmeralda, Estabrook, Liddy Ann, George Drew and the beautiful Kate Desmond will be keenly felt. Teddy Muldoon, Aldan Berry and many others of the little Tycoon which could never have been such a success without them, will be absent. Where could such men for minstrels, girls for choruses, and dramatic stars be found again? As feur as we know, never will such a lot of remarkable actors be found in all futurity. During the canning season, the Seniors did not fall short, but we have survived, and are intact as we now appear. And now the little minnows of 1905 have grown, both in mind and body, and have successfully passed thru the High School rapids. But hark! There is still a louder roar than the first one we heard. It is the breaking of the surf on the ocean of life, where all life’s battles are being fought. But we are stronger than we were at first, and are not afraid to face it, but it takes more than four years to get thru it. It is one continuous struggle until the end of time, and here’s hoping for a successful battle against its trials for the ever famous class of 1909. LLOYD MFRR11.1.. Nautilus Mentor Claste g? ong Nmxtilua We’re the Senior class of nineteen nine, ought nine; We’re the largest class in J. H. S. to shine; O my! we love her so; from her we hate to go; She’s the one from which we carry everything we know. Freshmen first we entered, full a hundred strong; Sophomores, we did our best to grind along; Juniors, we were the best; rarely we took much rest; Seniors, we’re now at last. CHORUS Now, give three rousing cheers for orange and black. And to you, red and white, forever victorious, Love you we do, but leave you we must, J. H. S. II Every morning one oration we have said; Other classmen all agreed that we’d be dead, Forum we ran at night; Waldo, he was all right; Nautilus we’ve worked for long a big last one will be; Esmeralda fetching was, and fair to see; All the money that she brought was quite a fee; Debaters we have had, conquering both good and bad. But now our speeches are o’er. III Track team, they have won this year, O joy! joy! joy! Hutch has led the Football boys to victory. Johnny did throw the ball in Y. M. C. A. hall; Field day races made us famous, Seniors most of all; Other races there have been between the girls, Frances E. and Frances M., for Lester’s curls; Frank M. and Janet G., bad case there’s sure to be; Lloyd’s cards quite won Dot’s heart. IV As we go, we’ll leave behind us Macbeth’s ghost; Dido loved Aeneas, but her love was lost; Physics we used to know, thank goodness it will go; History was quite a cinch, but Meek was not so Sow; He is doing night work now on Annabel; ’Tis said Miss Kent will stand beneath the wedding bell; Miss Sewall likes Iowa, but she’ll to Chicago go; Wilkinson’s our leader grand. Mentor Panquet Nautilus ' HERE are always things to be regretted, even on the happiest of occasions, and one of these things about which the Seniors were thinking during Commencement times was the near departure of their class officer, Miss Sewall. Perhaps only those closely connected with the Seniors and their doings know the joy with which she shared all their happiness and triumphs and the sorrow with which she partook in their troubles. She was ever as one of them, and they will not soon forget the cheerfulness with which she helped them fight their battles and stood as an individual helper. But Miss Sewall would not hear to good-byes until necessary, and gave the Seniors a last farewell jubilee at Vickery Merrigan’s after the Commencement exercises. After the delightful spread, Frances English, as toastmistress, introduced the following speakers, with the toasts assigned to them, in the skillful and laughable way so characteristic of hen Memories of the Year in Jacksonville High School Mr. Wilkinson At the Parting of the Way Ruth Duncan Our Future President Fred Hopper The Winner of the Blue Ribbon, 1909 Ruth Hayden “Merrily” We Roll Along Marion Taylor The New Wireless between New York and Jacksonville Frank Moxon “Peaches and Lemons of 1909” Faye Rodgers Camping for Two at Nichols Park Lloyd Merrill The New Buggy and Buggy Top Lester Breckon Good-bye to J. H. S. and 1909 Miss Sewall Here’s to Miss Sewall and prosperity. May she have a delightful journey, a safe return and much happiness at old U. of C. gUmmnt banquet Nautilus RIDAY evening. May 28th, the Alumni Association met at the High School for the purpose of receiving into their ranks the Seniors of 09, and celebrating the event with a banquet. Beginning at 8 o’clock, the High School orchestra entertained the audience for an hour with some beautiful music. Then, at 9, the guests took their seats at the banquet tables placed in the lower halls. After a delightful menu, Rev. W. S. Phillips, as toastmaster, introduced the speakers, and the program was as follows: Invocation Rev. J. V. Whiting Music High School Orchestra President’s Address Rev. W. S. Phillips Response from Class of ’09 Arthur Hinman Recitation Violin Solo Recitation Mayor’s Address Music Lulu Mawson Alma Forsythe Marion Taylor H. H. Bancroft High School Orchestra 3Tumor=g emor $artj One of the most enjoyable social events of the school year was the annual Junior-Senior party, which took place at the home of Miss Ruth McLaughlin, on Mound avenue, May 24th. For some time previous to the party, mysterious whispers were afloat as to some wonderful preparations which were being made, so of course the Seniors were looking forward to something splendid. There were about one hundred and fifty present, and during the evening pretty little booklets, decorated in Senior colors, were given out, in which each one was to get the names of those present. The one who got the greatest number of names in a certain time was to receive a prize, and Miss Edith Robinson won the prize, a beautiful bunch of red carnations. The gypsy fortune-teller was there, and Jeffries’ orchestra provided music for the evening. At the appointed hour, elegant refreshments were served and enjoyed to the fullest. At a late hour, the guests departed after expressing to Ruth McLaughlin and her parents that the evening had been one of rare pleasure to all. 5)igl) djool ifetatistits NAME GENERALLY FOUND PASTIME ALWAYS SEEN WITH ABOUT TO BECOME Hopper In a deep study as to which one to ask Cartooning One or the other Somebody’s Hartman Running for a car Studying Virgil His mouth open Dead broke Vasconcellos In Vickery’s Talking Lots of energy A sport Edith Jordan At the dress makers Singing A bag of candy A chorus girl Spruit In a sarcastic mood Arguing A sophomore A literary man Clark Out of school Walking A new suit Manager of Drexel Ruth Duncan Not there Running Not a minute to spare Late Frances English Cutting up Cutting up Cutting up Cutting up Widenham Cussing Thinking of his own Mac A hard worker (p) importance Janet Gilman At an athletic meet Blushing An athlete A German shark Gardner Wood In physics lab. Cracking jokes An important air A professor Edith Robinson Looking for a bov Acting affected Helen A student at Champaign Alma Forsythe Pattering across study hall Writing notes Corinne Famous Amy Fires At looking glass Giggling Her head up A history shark Lccie Wyatt Not alone Composing Ralph Not hard to tell Corinne and Roy T ogether Corresponding Corinne and Roy Well, guess! Hutchinson Never at home Day dreaming Lecie A happy man Bancroft Busy Going over to the His hair slick A professional baseball neighbors man Correspondence Nautilus m Annual Editors: You would oblige us greatly by announcing that we have some “new” songs and are ready to fill engagements in first-class serenading. Jubilantly yours, THE ROYAL SERENADERS. My Dear Board: We are expecting to occupy a prominent place in your Annual. If you do not devote considerable space to us, our foolish endeavors will be all in vain. Expectantly, JEANNETTE AND MAC. Honored Nautilus Board: Please do not tell anyone that I made only 98 in my examination. I am real ashamed of myself for not making more. Beseechingly, RUTH HAYDEN. Dearest Editors: Should you ever find a vacant position for ballet dancing or affected poses, I would be very glad if you allowed me the privilege of filling it. Lovingly, LIL ROSSITER. My Dear Editors: You will confer a great favor by proclaiming that in the near future I am to say something that will actually be worth hearing. Wamingly, G. W. V. My Dear Board: Kindly announce that I have taken a position as Dr. Harker’s private secretary. Hours: evening, 6:15 to 9. Obligingly, LLOYD MERRILL. Nautilus Annual Board: Will you please be on the lookout for a large hayrack wagon, as 1 am stiff yet from the lack of room which I endured on the Physics hayride. Confidentially yours, LESTER BRECKON. Dear Board: There have been certain rumors around school that we have worn hair that was not our own. We wish to say that anything to that effect is false. Yours indignandy, CLARISSA G. H. LECK. Two good friends were walking along the street one day without conversing much. What are you thinking about so hard?” asked the first speaker. “Well,” his friend responded, “I was just puzzling how I was going to get my shirt on over my wings when I got to heaven.” “Umph!” remarked the other, “you might better well be wondering how you’d get your hat on over your horns!” A colored preacher was waiting to testify in a court room and told an amusing dream. “Ah dreamed Ah was in heaven the other night. As Ah stood jest inside de golden gate, dar came a rap and Geo. Washington was announced by St. Peter.” “Let him come and set on my right side,” said de good Lawd, who was sittin’ on de throne. Pretty soon there wuz another knock, and Abraham Linkum wuz announced by St Peter. “Let him set on mah left side,” said de Lawd. “Den Ah heard a terrible knockin’ at de gate an’ de angels all trembled. St. Peter opened de gate, an’ den turned around an’ said to de Lawd, “You’ll have to get down and give him you’ seat; it’s Mr. Roosevelt.”—[Life.] One of Hirtman’i Sensational Runs Visitor—“Yes, it was so cold in Alaska, when I left, that the smoke froze back into coal before leaving the chimney. ’ Host—“Why, that is nothing! I was in Florida two years ago and they had to feed the chickens ice to keep them from laying hard boiled eggs!” Pat was hanging around the circus ground one day when he was called aside by the animal trainer. “Say, Pat,” he said, “a big lion of mine just died the other day, and how’d you like the job of getting into the skin and I’ll sew it up on you, and you be the lion?” Pat agreed, and every day the people came and watched Pat and heard him roar. One day the trainer said to the crowd, “This wonderful lion. Why Meek Didn’t Get to the Junior-Senior Party the largest in the World, Tight from Africa, will now leap from this cage into the cage of the large tiger yonder.” Pat had never agreed to this, and became very frightened. He roared and began to pray to himself. “Oh! All the saints and holy Virgins come and save me; save me from the tiger!” He made the leap, praying louder than ever, when suddenly the tiger spoke up: “Pray on, Pat! I’m Irish, too.” A man in a certain neighborhood had just gotten a new cuckoo clock. It was quite a novelty, and soon a friend came to him, saying that he was building a new house, and Wanted one put in. Merrill Trying Out on the Joy Prairie Team “Don’t you do it,” said the man. “For the other night I got Nautilus rpn Nautilus in late, and my wife called down and asked what time it was. 1 said just twelve, and what did that dinged clock do but squawk out three, and I had to stand there like a fool and cuckoo up to twelve!” “The lily, quoth the bulrush, “has a form to drive one mad,” “You think so?” sneered the jealous weed, “I’ve seen the Lily—pad.” Nautilus pennants Nobby Clothes for Men Out of the ordinary in style Frock Suits tor Young Men Stetson Hats Montague Hats particular Haunbrp for Particular People X1W. Morgan St: Jacksonville.ills. SLOW AND CAREFUL Our Equipment is New and Modern Absolutely Sanitary Try Hebferb'a Poofe g tore is Fine Stationery and Fountain Pens S POSTAL CARDS SCHOOL BOOKS Clpbe £§ . 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If you deiire information, drop a postal to C. H. Rammeekamp, President 1881 19°9 Cherry’s Htbery Automobile Livery in Connection High School Pins Handsome Pedants and the latest in Belt Pins Hat and Veil Pins just received at GET PRICES Bussell Hyon’s Both Phones 850 235-237 N. Main St. See the new goods Chicago 21. i palbtng Proffer , Chicago The Spalding Trade-Mark I Reg. U. S. Pat. off. is known throughout the world as a guarantee of quality Are the Largest Manufacturers in the World of Official Equipment IF YOU are interested in Athletic Sport you should have a copy of the Spalding Catalogue. It’s a complete encyclopedia of WHAT’S NEW IN SPORT and is sent free on request. A. G. Spalding Bros., 147 Wabash Ave. Illinois Woman’s C ollege 5actonbtlle, 3W. CflThe college offers special advantages to the young women of the Jacksonville High School, in the following courses: X. The Regular College Courses, leading to the degrees of Bachelor of Arts and Bachelor of Science. 2. 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