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

Text from Pages 1 - 138 of the 1912 volume:

We Are For The Young Man High School Novelties, Sweater Coats, Pennants Hats and Caps, and will thank you for a Call LUREMAN BROTHERS lO Went Side Square OSWALD’S DRUG STORE 71 ;. Side Square JACKSONVILLE ILLINOIS A. L. Bromley, Tailor 315 W. State St. III. Phone 169 Ladies' and Men's Suits to order, made by expert tailors. Cleaning. Pressing and Alterations of all kinds. Work called for and delivered promptly. Made Clean Sold Clean Delivered Clean IN WAXED PAPER WRAPPERS The Place to Buy We Save You Money Meats Fislj, Rard aijd provisions WIDMAYER’S GASH MARKET 217 WEST STATE STREET GEORGE T. DOUGLAS GROCER 234 W. STATE STREET 738 EAST NORTH STREET Russell Ryoq Mathis, Kamm Shibe Oiliest Established SAY JEWELRY HOUSE In Central Illinois Vou can depend on ns for NEW STY1.J-:.... Fine Diamonds A Specialty SHOES Both Phones No. 97 At Popular Prices West Side Square Jacksonville, 54 North Side Sqare Jacksonville, 111. f THE FACULTY W. A. Furr R. C). Stoops Helen Cafkv A F. Cook' -Elizabeth Russel Minnie Balcke W. G. Bate Mantis E. Bloom W. H. 1’. Huber H. M. Buland Allies Thornborrow Sophronia Kent Anna Day lone Kuechler Mrs. Elizabeth Koch Anna G. Brown Kate Brown Paul E. Morrison Supt. of City Schools Principal. English History Assistant Principal, History English English English - History and Economics Science Science Athletics. Commercial Department Commercial Department Latin - Mathematics Mathematics German Manual Arts Domestic Science History BOARD OF CONTROL Principal R. O. Stoops Sylvan Peak Anna G. Brown H. M. Buland W. G Bate A F. Cook W. A. Furr -Basil Sorrells George Tandy Tracy Alexander Irene Straight Everett Weeks Fred Stewart Katherine Hardin Everett Weeks Chairman Secretary Treasurer Athletic Director Director Forensics Nautilus Advisor Supt. of City Schools Captain Foot Ball Captain Basket Ball Track Captain President Athenian President Forum Student Manager Editor Nautilus Nautilus Manager Ayers National Bank FOUNDED 1852 Capital $200,(XX) Surplus $50,000 Deposits $ I oo,()()() The Combined Capital and Surplus of this Bank is One Quarter Million Dollars The LARGEST of any Bank in Morgan Count)' Ml- '2. POSITIONS AND OTHERWISE BY ANNE OBSERVER “What position do you play?” How often do we hear this question asked and how frequently the answer is, “Why, I’m not on the team.’ Do you have to be on any particular team to play your proper position in life? You may be without a single athletic, literary or musical accomplishment, but nevertheless you are playing just as important a position in life as some of your more highly cultured friends. The point is—HOW are you playing it? Some time ago, my attention was called to the small frail figure of a boy, selling peanuts on a crowded depot platform. He appeared to be about fourteen years of age and despite his frailness and the jostling of the crowd, his whole aspect gave one the idea that he was one who would “never say die” until his last sack of peanuts had been sold. Upon inquiry, I found him to be the oldest son of a family of five, including a crippled mother. Here was a boy who was playing his position with all the courage and strength of his soul. Sunshine or shadow mattered little with him, as day after day he trudged up and down the platform winning the bread for four others beside himself. Can you find an example, in this boy which you ought to follow? Are you playing your position in your school room? Are you making the most of the opportunities that are being given you by your parents your teachers and your country? When your signal is called, are you ready to grasp the opportunity that is placed in your hands? A foot ball game was in progress, and with the score tied and three minutes left to play, a certain signal was called. Knowing that the game depended upon the failure or success of this play, the man called upon responded with all the knowledge and skill at his command. Victory seemed certain, but just before reaching the goal he stumbled, and because he had failed to learn how to carry the ball properly, it bounded from his arms and came into the possession of his opponents. A little thing, but it lost the game. Are you carrying the ball properly, or will you lose your grip just before you complete your task? Again, you may have acquired all the skill possible; you may be trained to the highest standard of efficiency, but how do you use your knowledge? Are you a sneak? Do you attempt to use your knowledge in an underhanded manner? Do you win your victory at the cost of your own self-respect as well as the respect of others? Honor and glory is sweet to every man, but many times this glory is overshadowed by the feeling that you didn’t play the game square. Clean, honest work is the only kind that will win for you in the end. and until you have fully decided upon that course, you are only half a man. In following such a course, you may oft-times become discouraged. Many times, J � f in class work, you will see your closest rival slyly open his book and copy the answers to the questions. Does he get ahead any faster? Does he gain anything by it? Never! A man who will stoop to such an act is not worthy of your consideration, and, least of all, your respect. Select for your companions those who will assist you in playing your position, and not those who will drag you down. Sacrifices must come, but soon you will be able to make them with a smile and a laugh that will dissipate all the clouds. And when you have come to the end of your High School course and are ready to go out into the world to fight life’s greater battles, there is nothing that you can look back upon which will give you any greater satisfaction and pride than the fact that you have done the very best that could be done in playing the position that you were called upon to fill, and that you played the game square. Keep plugging. THE CONTRIBUTOR'S CLUB SUBSCRIPTION DAY “Good afternoon, Helen; I know you’re busy, but won’t you spare me a little time? Go right ahead with your baking; I won’t bother you. All I wish is just a chance to talk to you. Now, listen: you have never subscribed to our school paper. Out of the goodness of your heart, won’t you hand over the seventy-five cents this time? Remember. you once attended the old High School, and I had hoped that you wrould always be enthusiastic about us. This is the first year 1 have ever tried to get subscriptions, and I never imagined it would be so easy. Why, even old Deacon Alderson paid over his six bits with a condescending smile when I finished my little spiel; likewise Aunt Sallie Meggs. You know she is that quaint little old lady that lives down back of the school. Oh, she was so effusive! She said, ‘Why, my dear Miss Smithson, this is the first year I have been asked to subscribe. I have always wished to take your paper. Some way, I’ve quite an interest in the jolly crowd of girls and boys that have flocked by my little old house year after year.' Honestly, she made me feel ashamed of myself. I promised her that she should have a great deal of attention in the future. And I intend to stick to it, if I have to spend all my evenings down there. She looked so pleased, poor old soul! But I’m clear off my subject. Let’s see, where were we? Oh, I remember! Helen, you were always prominent in all of our student activities, and please be generous. Sure, I know you want it. Remember the four years you spent as a member of the staff. Won’t you give me one tiny ray of hope? Aren’t my dramatics making some kind of an impression? Listen! I’ll whisper this: 4 r □ c □ c we need the money! Oh, no; we’re not hard up. It isn’t that, but how can we put out four hundred copies on nothing? You say you’ll take it? Oh, bliss! 1 knew you would! You’re a dear. What? You want two subscriptions? My dear, I’m stunned for the moment. I see, you want the other for George. Yes, I knew he was going up to Wesleyan this year. All right; wait a second and I’ll make out your receipts. I thank you so much. Come over this evening and we’ll have some welsh rarebit. Good-bye! THE WAY IT WAS Scene—Rear of Recitation Room. Characters—Pedagogue in deep disgust. Crestfallen Pupil. Irate Father. SCENE I. Deeply Disgusted Ped. (In strident tones.) Oh, thou that sittest there In deep despair, Come from it. Knowest thou that thy behaviour Hast been exceeding bad? Knowest thou that from that hand T hou threwst A small ill-shapen ball that lodged I’ the back of thy defenceless neighbor? . Knowest thou, thou low unheeding one. That in the rules of Discipline Your crime is black indeed? I shall unto thy undeserving name A score of demerits affix, To vex you and to vex your parents. Speak, wicked one, and see if T hou canst find words To clear the blame away. Crestfallen Pupil (with eyes downcast.) Oh, beloved Pedagogue, in the dust am I befroe you. Oh, I beseech thee, think not ill of.me! Heed my youthful years. I beg of you penalize me not too se verely. Here in the dust am I before you. (halls in the crayon dust in the aisle, weeping.) Deeply Disgusted Ped.; Arise, thou lowly one; I leave thee with thy guilty conscience. (She spurns him and leaves the room with an indignant air.) SCENE II. (A room containing Crestfallen Pupil and Irate Father. T he Irate Father shakes aloft a letter from the Deeply Disgusted Ped. No words are necessary. The next action speaks for itself.) And so she did not hurry. Nor sit up late and cram, Nor have the blues and worry, Put—she failed in her exam. THE CEREAL STORY They walked among the Shredded wheat. When grape nuts were in season; He asked her why she seemed so sweet. She answered. ‘-There's a reason.” 5 r The plans for the efforts along literary and dramatic lines, for the year 1911-12, have been completed and provide for a full year in this work. All the work in this department will be under the joint direction of Mr. Hate and Mr. Cook. The elementary work will be done, as usual, in the literary societies. 1 hese have already organized and will begin their active work during the month of October. The Athenian, under the leadership of Lois Hayden, ’12. will continue the work of last season in parliamentary drill, extemporaneous speaking, readings and presentation of short papers. Athenian has a membership of nearly fifty, and strong work should be fhe result. The Forum has a small but efficient number of members, and the work of this society will follow along lines mentioned in another article in this issue. A new society has been provided for this year—a dramatic club. The purpose in forming this club is to afford the more advanced students an opportunity to study the principles of stage presentation and the drama from the producer’s point of view, l'he work of the club will consist of reading and interpreting the parts of several plays during the year. Part of the year will be spent in the study of the lighter plays of Shakespeare, the balance of the time to be devoted to modern comedies. Because of the difficulties in handling a larger number, membership in this club will be limited to twenty-five and open only to Juniors and Seniors. Any member of the two upper classes may apply for membership. A general tryout for candidates will be held by the directors so that each candidate may be tried out on their merits in dramatic ability. Standing in scholarship will also be taken into account in selecting the members. Every effort will be expended to make this club one of high standard, and membership will mean merit and ability. The club will meet regularly one evening each week. The first tryout for 1911-12, for which fifty candidates have registered, is set for October 14th. A call for candidates for the oratorical has already been made. The date for the local contest has been settled. Candidates must register their subjects by January 12th. Several have begun reading in preparation for this work, and a better local contest than has ever been held is expected. l'he declamatory w'ork will be under the direction of Mr. Cook, who has the reputation of being a very competent coach in this work. Mr. Cook was very successful last year at Oconto H. S., Oconto, Wis., both of his candidates winning in locol and district contests. Announcements as to the details of this work will come later. The local contest is set for April 11th. Debating will again offer opportunities in that line to any one interested in public speaking. Mr. Bate will offer the same course in debating as was offered last year. 6 The plans for this year are somewhat more developed than last season, ajici_ k«sr-TH(!u tering for this course- -rrtay'obtain a knowl-'' edge of dividing and analyzing questions, methods of investigation and research on public questions, and presentation of points of argument in debate. Beginning December 5th, the class will meet twice a week until March 15th. Approved work in this course will count as an equivalent lumber of hours’ work in Lngiish. Arrangement for this credit will be made 1 .he'S ector and the instructor in English. he outlook for two strong teams this year should he excellent. Bullard and Weeks, of year’s teams, are again candidates. A n unifier of last year’s squad who displayed ubililt but did not make the team, are still in school and should make strong candidates. AH in all, the prospects for a good v tar in literary activities were never betti Enough variety in the lines of work is afforded so that every one interested may participete. 1 he following is a summary of the plans for the year: Athenian and Forum (open to all students)— Meet once every three weeks. Dramatic Club— Every Thursday at 7:15 P. M. Debating Class— — 1 wice a week, beginning December 5th. March 8th— Local oratorical contest. March 15th—Debates: Springfield—at Springfield. Quincy—at Jacksonville. December 20th, 1911— Holiday Dramatic Production. January 12th— Candidates for oratory register subjects. J. H. S. vs. J. H. S. vs. April 11th— Declamatory contest. April 25th— Annual Senior Play. May 3rd—W. I. H. S. League contest. THE ATHENIAN The Athenian Literary Society held the first meeting of the year on Monday, September 15th, at 3:30, in the Study Hall. Officers for the ensuing year were elected as follows: President—Lois Hayden. e President—Lura Wiswell. Sec’y and i'reas.—Marian Mowry. The program for the year was merely touched upon. The society is planning to have same interesting papers and enthusiastic debates, which every girl should hear. 1 he Athenian has proved itself a splendid thing. Now it needs new members. It needs you and you need it. The meetings, held immediately after school, are always short and spirited. “s—(jirls, think about it and come to the next meeting. THE FORUM Literary Society held its and the following officers March 1st— Orations completed and marking. handed in for The Forum annual election were elected: President—Everett Weeks. Vice President—Edward Bullard Treasurer—Tracy Alexander. 7 Frank Cooper, '06, is employed in Brown’s Business College at St. Louis. Morgan H untoon, '07, has entered his final year of civil engineering at the Armour Institute, Chicago. Irvin Potter, '07, and Carl Weber. '06, have positions in Farrell’s hank. M iss Helen Carter, '08, after a three weeks’ vacation spent at the home of her parents, has returned to St. Luke's Hospital, Chicago, where she is attending the Nurses’ Training School. M iss Mary Louise Powell, ’08, is attending school at Lake Forest. Miss Cornelia Wiegand, 08, has a position at the Illinois Woman’s College. M isses Hazel Bell Long, ’08, and Edna Sheppard. ’10, are teaching music in Prof. Stead's school in Peoria. Miss Annie C. Long, ’08, is attending Macomb Normal School. M iss Helen Leek, ’09, is teaching at Sunnyside. M iss Ruth McLaughlin. ’09, has entered Mount Holyoke. M iss Marie Mayer, ’ll, is teaching at the Kindergarten. Misses Ruth Taylor, Irene Cox, Moss Carter, Josephine Ross, Rose Ranson, Lu-cile Reinbach, Agnes Rogerson, Helen JpT galls and Ethel Nortrup, '11, are attendifig Illinois Woman’s College. Misses lay lor, Ross and Ingalls are also taking a course in physics at the High School. Jay Rogers, ’ll, is working in his father’s implement house. FACULTY NOTES With the addition of two new men on the teaching staff this year, there is every indication that Jacksonville High School will he in the lead among the H. S. in Illinois this year. A. F. Cook, who comes to us from Oconto H. S., Oconto, Wis., is a graduate of Ripon College. He will have charge of English and public speaking, and will also be faculty advisor of the Nautilus. Paul E. Morrison, a resident of our ow n city and a graduate of Illinois College, will teach English and ancient history. They have already proved themselves a valuable addition to our splendid faculty. Everything at present points toward a most satisfactory and successful year for the Jacksonville High School. From the large number of students enrolled, we may count on the ardent support of all oui enterprises from the entire student body. So far, we have about 358 pupils, and the study hall presents a most business-like and energetic appearance during chapel. The various societies have been organized, the C elected their officers.-the membe’ board of control have been chosen, w.nie a surprising amount of “pep” has been manifested on every occasion. Football has started, and we hope for a mighty ’leven to uphold the splendid standard established for us in past seasons. From their first two games, we may safely conclude that our hopes will not be killed. If they keep on lUe “training table,’’ there is no reason why we should not come out with colors flying. We hope to do things. Our High School is noted for its ginger. The basket ball record proved that. So with one voice we vote for one grand success with our school and paper this year, and close with three rousing rah’s for J. H. S. to □ c □ c 1 THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief - Katherine Hardin Assistant Editor - Irene Merrill Business Manager - Everett Weeks Assistant Manager - Ellsworth Black Faculty Advisor - - A. F. Cook Athletic Editor - - • Weir Wood Alumni Editor - - Everett Long Exchange Editor - Harlow Brown Forum Reporter - Elbridge Thrapp Athenian Reporter - Dorothy Danskin Senior Reporter - - Irene Straight Junior Reporter - • John Kolp Sophomore Reporter - Faye Mitchell Freshman Reporter - Frank Merrill Published monthly by the students of the Jacksonville High School. Entered in the Post Office at Jackson-sonville. Ill . as second class matter. Subscription price, Seventy-five Cents. As yet, it is too early for any of the exchanges to be coming in. But we are expecting as many as we received last year, - Aeu - These papers should be given Vice 1’re- -areful attention and the most con-sld ,c mention by the head of that department. They should not be criticized too severely, even though they seem to be seriously at fault. The critic must remember that the ones who prepare these papers may not be able to put out an elaborate and catchy paper. A few spicy remarks will serve the same purpose as a bunch of sarcasm. The last mentioned is never a popular way of reaching people. A few well directed suggestions may be instructive, and at the same time not cutting or dictatorial. 1 n our own High School, we make every effort to put our paper on a level with tne best school publications. And if criticised harshly, the epithets surely stick. So be lenient and judge these papers as carefully as possible. We are waiting for the early exchanges and hope to have them come in rapidly. It is said that “a hint to the wise is sufficient.” This is not a hint, but a broad statement. The Nautilus is out, and we intend to make it the best paper possible. Of course, we need money for its publication, and we know that the subscribers will see the need of paying their dues quickly. All right; let’s have the money in as soon as it is convenient. We know we have your co-operation. Remember that time-worn phrase, “Be a booster.” Yes, and be a booster. Leave the little hammer on the shelf, where it belongs, and use the better way of driving at things. If you have any serious objections to what the staff has done or is doing, bring it up and we will promise to remedy the fault. Remember, we are waiting and need that seventy-five cents. EXCHANGES WHAT IS SUCCESS What is success? A sad awakening, A something that we wanted long ago— Which, won, but serves to show us How poor our aims have been and low. What is success? A mocking bitterness Depending on the power to use men for one’s will; A moment when, defeat behind and years of want passed over, A man may say, “At last I have my fill.” Yet, while the charlatan most often is successful, And the fool loves best what he has striven for, T he hypocrite alone—strange paradox— 11 Can say: “Enough; I ask—1 want no more.” —The Smith College Monthly. BARNYARD NOTES Dear Mistress Duckie Daddies, Can’t you come out to see How very nice the great worid is? You’re safe to trust to me, For I know well the dangers That lurk along the road, But much I’d like to walk with you. Do come. Yours, Hoppy Toad. Dear Hoppy Toad, I’d gladly come To see the world with you, And I could trust you everywhere. For well I know you’re true. I hope you’ll hold me tenderly Forever in your thoughts; Believe me; I am wild to come. But I’m afraid of warts. —From The S. C. M. BEWARE! The siren’s ghastly grin, Sir Robert Burnett’s gin, The bird, the bottle cold, The young, likewise the old, The fatal cigarette, The prude and the coquette, The widow and the maid, The tailor’s bills unpaid, The water and the ice, Most everything that’s nice, The priest, also the nun. The old unloaded gun. The breakfast and the lunch, The dinner and the punch, The “get-rich-quick” old faker, The smug-faced undertaker— Be brave, be strong, be true, be square, Be anything, but Oh, Beware!!! —Life. CLASS NOTES This year we have instituted a new plan for the arrangement of the Class Notes. We desire more editorials from the classes; in fact, any squib that will be of interest to the different members. The jokes, or comics, have been placed collectively under the heading, “Why Don’t You Laugh? at the end of the paper. It is the duty of every one interested in this paper to try to help out with any hint, item or suggestion that appeals to one. Be ready to use a little of your reserved energy to boost your one great student enterprise and its staff. SENIORS Are we seniors? Yes! Are we enthusiastic seniors? We intend to be! Do we feel the dignity of our position? Yes, with all due solemnity! Will we he worthy models for the under-classmen? T hat is the question! During a period of some four years, we have taken that trip inevitable toward the east of the study hall. And now the height of all our ambitions lies before us. We are seniors! T here is music in every word of that sentence. Now, WE may look across at the neighboring classes with that condescending smile which has 12 beamed on us for three succeeding years. We have wondered how it would feel to be in those distant rows. Now, we know. It does seem wonderful, does it not, to be as far across the study hall as is possible without moving out of the windows? But our cares are heavy. Through all the glamour of our newly acquired dignity, we can see senior orations, debate, senior play, etc., peering at us out of the distance with a mocking smile. A sigh for this, and a sigh for that, yet nothing can efface the fact that we are seniors. Does the term grow monotonous? Not to us who bear it, does the repetition dull the stupendous fact one whit. It looms up as the mighty pinnacle, the summit of which we have been striving to reach. So it is our duty as well as our paramount wish to reach this height and discharge each duty devolving upon us in an enthusiastic and irreproachable manner. The seniors held the first class meeting of the year and elected the following officers: Everett Weeks, President; Irene Straight; Vice President; Edward Bullard, Secretary and Treasurer. 1 he seniors are discussing the pin problem. The “sages” prophesy a “hot time” in J’ville pretty soon. (Jet behind your Nautilus, seniors; Let’s make it a go! So’s when the last year’s grads go to bragging, We can truthfully say, 44 ’Taint so.” Some one please tell Lura Wiswell that Am. Hist, is not the place to try on shoes. Heard in senior English: ‘‘If Macbeth wasn’t a man, he wouldn’t have acted like n one. The melancholy days have come. Oh, yes, we know they’re here; The rain has poured, the wind has roared. Now, doesn’t it seem queer to think The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year? School has begun to end our fun; Vacation seems not near; The melancholy days have come, And oh, what joys they bring— Demerits, scolds and reprimands, With lectures untiring. The melancholy days have come; Pray, sing it sweet and low— Those melancholy days to us Poor mortals here below Seem but a drop from off the tip Of some great teacher’s pen, But in the spring w’ell graduate— And so, adieu till then. —From “'The Senior’s Lament.” SOPHOMORE The sophomore class reorganized by electing Andrew Rogerson, President; Homer Reed, Vice President; and Warren Maddox, Secretary and Treasurer. As Andrew could not serve, Homer took the place of the President, and the class elected Robert Strawn as Vice President. I he class of 1914 is very large, but each one works for the good of the class. Our class does things. 1 he boys enter into all the athletics. Some of our men were record breakers in the Track and Tri-State Meet last May. Quite a few of our members have gone out for foot ball and made the hrst team. 1 his is a good showing, and we hope it will grow better each year, as by the time we are seniors the High School will honor our dignified classmates. 13 FR ESHMEN The first meeting of the freshmen class was held Monday, September 18th, 1911. The following officers were elected: President—George Coe. Secretary—Carrie Mackness. Treasurer—Roland Kiel. Colors, blue and white. At the second meeting Miss Balcke, who was chosen class officer at the first election, declined taking the position, as she was class officer four years for the class of 1911. Miss Day was then chosen to fill the position. This is our first year in the High School, and our class, at present, is the largest in the school. Yes, sophs, we’ll admit that we are verdant “freshies,” but there’ll come a time when we can look down from your lofty WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH? Teacher—“What is the capital of Ohio Think carefully; it was named after one of the greatest men that ever lived.” Small Colored Lad—“Jack Johnson! I’ve just bought the most beautiful thing—if you only knew the money it cost me. It’s a real Rembrandt.” “Indeed! How many horse-power?” Collector—“'Picket, please.” Passenger—“’Aven’t got it; lost it. Collector (making out ticket)—“Six and five, please.” Passenger—“Hie—eleven! A suggestion for manufacturers— Fry Aerofood for that Dizzy Feeling. Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly for the heights. But we will endeavor to show you our speed. We have life, and we can do things. You know we all have to live and learn, and how could we get into J. H. S. without going through that epoch known as the “Green Era?” Wait, look and listen. We are entertaining serious fears that this section of the paper will not be as mirthful as it sounds this month. The classes have not responded with very much material this first month, but they will be more accustomed to the work later. We hope to make it a success, as it is our first venture along this line. “How I wish.” moaned the half-starved moth, “I had a political pull! I’ve not had a square meal for years. On account of the tariff on wool.” courts to render decisions which the people can understand. A new version of man and woman—man and superman. Jorkins—“How did you ever come into possession of such a cheap-looking umbrella as that?” Dorkins—“Why, 1 got this umbrella in a very peculiar way—I bought it.” Aunt Mary (horrified)—“Good gracious, Harold, what would your mother say if she saw you smoking cigarettes?” Harold (calmly) — “She’d have a fit. They’re her cigarettes.” Fools argue. Wise men talk it over. Ye readers of the Nautilus, don’t knock. Come right in, sit right down, and make yourself at home. My thoughts are like Duke’s Mixture; When evening comes around, My mother draws the curtains And shuts out every sound. She piles my books before me In columns straight and high; I always feel, behind me, Her anxious, watchful eye. 1'here stands my ancient hist’ry, My tattered science, too; The algebra and English— Gee! they’re a gruesome crew. My mind with definitions Is creaking ’neath its weight. My brain? It seems expanding Under its load of freight. 1 see a line of axioms Come crawling ’neath the door. And cunning little test tubes Go spinning o’er the floor. My soul, there’s Cleopatra! And Julius Caesar, too! And there goes William Shakespeare A’ floating up the flue. I fear I need a tonic; I want it good and sour. To chase away these callers From my quiet study hour. ' LITERARY CALENDAR (Confined form page 8) “Hello! Did you get into the Dramatic Club?” “Uh, Huh!” “Were there many up there?” “Uh, Huh!” “Say, will you please take that gum out of your face and talk to me?” “Uh, Huh!” “Aw, be a sport! You can get on my nerves the worst. I want to know what they did. I couldn’t learn my stuff, so I backed out.” “Huh, you turned yellow, didn’t you? Well, it was this way: The different scenes and the ones doing them were called out in turn by Mr. Cook, and, believe me, I felt pretty nervous when I had to walk up on that stage before the bunch of kids. I thought to myself, ‘Brace up, old boy; this is where you go in for dramatix. Be nice, now, and give your little spiel; it won’t take long.’ That sounded nice and cheery, but, say, those minutes dragged by like hours. I was all feet. They got mixed up considerably, and nearly spilled me into the FF.ET-LIGHTS. I struck a pathetic pose and began as follows. I mean I thought I’d begin as follows, but the words stuck. I was confident from the start that I’d never be an actor man. In some miraculous way, however, I finished midst the roaring applause of the multitude. Yes, I did, too. I retired gracefully with a sweeping bow and almost swept up the steps. But what cared I? My speech was over and awaiting the decision of the judges. But, to come back, I’m positive that the club will be a success. We are to meet every Thursday night from 7:15 to 8:00. They are going to put on a play Christmas week and the big senior play in the spring. “You ought to have been there. Why didn’t you learn your lines? It wasn’t half as bad as I expected. Think of all the practice we’ll get. That uneasy feeling will vanish as does the daylight. See, I’m launching on my career already. 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Hardware (7o Side Square DENNIS SCHDAM Jeweler South Side Square Jacksonville, 111. CARL It. BLACK, M. 1). SURGEON 349 E. State St. Phones No. 85 ILLINOIS PHONE 57 BELL PHONE 92 For Tablets. Pens. Inks. Stationery and School Needs —call on— The Badger Drug Store Second Door West of Post Office. 235 East State Street WHEN YOU HAVE BECOME A SENIOR, AFTER THE FINAL INSTRUCTIONS ARE GIVEN, AND THE EXIT DOOR IS OPEN FOR YOU WHERE DO YOU STAND? HIS KNIBBS, THE EDITOR John Dunaway felt downcast. His whole appearance was that of utter dejection. He rammed his hands down in his pockets and sighed mournfully. He had been to the editor of the Gazette de Luxe and had been rebuffed heartily and convincingly. This enraged and youthful writer stormed, as he mentally waved his precious manuscript in the stony one’s face. 'The taunting words came back to him: “Sonny, you were cut out for the Cozy Corner news in some Ladies’ World. Bah! grow up, my lad, and come back to me then.” Vengeance burned in his heart. R-r-revenge! Brrrrrr!!! He'd show him! He’d prove that he had ability! That for him!! Cozy Corner, indeed!! Ladies' World!! Oh, revenge! He kicked at an inoffensive pebble on the walk, stumbled, clenched his lists and muttered softly to himself. But hold! His feet mechanically wandered up the steps of a stiff looking apartment house and he found himself at home. More troubles beset the tired young plodder. T he door stuck, and out popped the frazzled head of his landlady. “Mr. Dunaway, will you please not be so noisy? My first husband’s sister is here and she has an awful headache. Seems like everything’s upset today. Don’t you feel well, either?” “I’m in perfect health,” he replied tartly, scraping his feet on the rug; “can’t I punch that confounded door if I wish? Am I not paying rent for privileges which I have failed to get? I’m leaving for the country, Mrs. Jency. Please keep my room locked until I get back. I’ll probably stay two weeks. T his heat is getting the best of � � me. “Certainly, certainly, Mr. Dunaway”. And she waddled out to the invalid, whose rasping voice issued from the rear of the house. Dunaway climbed the tottering steps wearily. His hand swung along the bannister rail listlessly, and he did not whistle. Opening a door at the end of a dismal hall, he entered the room and threw himself upon a glaring divan. The room had the appearance of the usual city apartment house, walls adorned with brilliant colors, and a flashing carpet, which reflected the hot sunlight outside. “Oh, such is life,” mourned the young author. What have I done to merit all this disappointment? All my trouble for nothing. Ladies’ World! Cozy Corner! I’ll let the moths eat that manuscript first! But 1 guess I’d better pack my suit case and skip for home. Kinda want to see the old folks anyhow, and Rosie—oh, little Rosie! 1 wonder if you’ve missed me half as much as I’ve missed you. Rose of the Empire can’t come up to Rosie of the fields and meadows. My little Rosie! Oh, she’s in the country; hurray! hurray! Goodbye, little New York town. ‘Dunaway,’ says 1 to myself, ‘cut out this coarse comedy and pack your suit case.” ’ He settled down to work in real earnest. Pink pajamas were piled on crumpled collars and ties. His haste grew reckless, but there was a smile on his face, a song on his lips. “Oh, 1 wonder who’s kissing her now?” Shut up, Dunaway; that’s your privilege. Huh, three o’clock, and my train goes at four. Cioodby, little New ork. His authorship is going home to write some Cozy Corner gossip. Goodby, Mrs. Jen-cy.” Dunaway lumbered his bulging suit case into the bus at a small jumping off place (to use the traveling man’s expression) some fifty miles southwest of New York. He also lumbered his six feet something in and grinned broadly at the driver. |)t Dunaway s! This concise answer was sufficient; a tip of his hat and away went the antique vehicle. Dunaway, manuscript and all. There were lovely little lanes out past the scraggy town and John D. smiled as he looked around him. “Drive on! drive on! fair one!” he shouted. ‘ Home again, and Rosie! Ah! I am inspired. Rosie shall help me with my story. She shall be my good angel. She shall, by my troth; she shall, say I! Don’t I run on just awful? Driver, stop, I beg of you! Here is the cot where I was born, and there is the old oaken bucket, all intact. Take your two bits, give me my little wicker suit case, and au revoir. Bon voyage, my man!” “Chee, but he’s cracked,” thought the fellow as he climbed back up on the rickety seat and drove off. “Poor young fellar! Too bad! They ought to put him in a � 1 � sylum. Dunaway strode through the narrow gate and up to the flowery porch. He whistled three times to a clumsy setter pup, which lost its wits immediately and capered around its master in a most strenuous manner. “Mother! oh, mother!! Oh, ma!!!” “Why, John E .ra Dunaway! Lost your job? Why are you home?” And the round faced little woman smacked him soundly. “Homesick; couldn’t stand the pressure of city life. No; I just took a little vacation unceremoniously. How’s Rosie?” “She is here now,” replied his mother with that characteristic vagueness of woman. “I know she likes you awfully well, son. But don’t say that I told you. I don’t want her to think me an old busy body.” A sweet, pink cheeked girl arose and extended two slender hands to the young fellow, who caught them in a crushing grip. “How good it is to see you, John,” she said, shyly. “Yes, and how perfectly grand it is to see you again!” he exclaimed. “Let’s go out in the orchard. Want to tell you something.” “Go on. Isn’t that just like a man?” laughed his mother as she rushed over to peep into the oven. “Go on; I’ll ring the hell when dinner is ready. Your pa is over in Albinhurst and won’t be home till late to-night. The two strolled slowly down through the grape arbor to a natural seat where two elms had grown together. It wasn’t in the orchard, and it was a snug fit; but what cared they? John began his troubles, his tales of woe diversified. Rosie smiled and twirled her sun bonnet strings, but patted his hand wnen he became too turbulent. “Johnnie,” she murmured, “it’s just what you needed. You were riding your high horse, and His Knibbs, the Editor, unseated � � you. “You’ve struck it right, Rose o’ Mine, he laughed gaily as he got up and walked back and forth in front of her. His ‘Knibbs, the Editor.' That surely applies to him. But, logical girl, you don't understand exactly. It was the awful, awful downfall that my pride received.” “You know the old adage,” laughed the girl. He stopped to smile ruefully and threw himself at her feet. Little girl, my pride HAS had a fall, but listen! I’ll send the manuscript back, and if he’ll take it for his Cozy Corner business, and hand over the five hundred dollars, we’ll visit the Little Church around the Corner, and say—but that five hundred will help out! What do you say, Rose o’ Mine?” “John!!” One week passed and found the two once more at their trvsting place. The sweet summer breeze blew the ringlets around the glowing little face. It disarranged the soft tendrils most bewitchingly. John was all adoration. What fun it was to dream and plan and steal away from such sordid tasks as dish washing and lawn mowing! You’re just as silly as you can be. John Dunaway, to talk to me this way. I can't help it, if I blush.” “That’s true, too. Rosie o’ Dunaway, some day you’ll be, and not Rosie o Grady. Eh? But say, I think it’s time his Knibbs was writing. What can mother want? The nerve of any one to interrupt at a time like this.” “Here’s a lettter, son, panted the fat old lady, throwing it to him and retreating. “Very official, I should say,” muttered John, tearing it open. Read it! Read it!” All right, dear:” Mr. John Dunaway, My Dear Sir and Eriend: Your manuscript received. Welcome back to our city, my boy. I have a confession to make to you. Probably it will surprise you to know that your little Rosie is my niece. We have been confederates and wished to test you along certain lines, such as Cozy Corner Chats or Ladies’ World, for instance. But you have come to the front bravely, and I admire you for sending the manuscript back. I have sent your story to the editor of the Blank Tribune, and it has been sent back to me O. K’d. Accept my heartiest congratulations and this check for $1,000. His Knibbs, the Editor. CLOTHILDE The golden gates of the castle swung open and the Princess Clothilde rode out on her gleaming white charger. The retinue that followed bowed their glittering heads, for the lady was going on a curious quest, the quest of happiness. The gaunt, grey castle had been silent; no sounds of merriment had rocked the grim walls for months. The gloom had settled, and it seemed permanent, for the lady Clothilde was changed. Her beautiful face grew whiter each day; t!vi dark, soulful eyes grew hollow, and no 5 r bright song danced through the tapestrv-hung corridors. Her waiting maid, the petite Sacronessa, wept and plead for a smile, but her austere mistress remained stony. The stately father’s brow wrinkled and his gleaming eyes flashed. One day, a gloriously bright day, the little Sacronessa found the princess sitting idle before her great golden wheel. She was humming a mournful ballad, and the maid’s heart went out to her in her loneliness. “Gracious, lady,” she cried, unburden your heart to me. My tears flow at your grief. Let me comfort you. Your little Sacronessa is earnestly interested in your welfare. Tell me, noble princess!” “Sacronessa,” replied Clothilde with a sad smile, “my grief is too deep for your blithesome disposition. My hour of gloom seems to have come and found me weakening. The strength I once thought 1 possessed has vanished under this strain.” “Oh, princess,” the little waiting maid threw herself at the lady’s feet, “we have been as one. We have wept and laughed together. Will you not confide in me once more? Tell me your trouble, and perforce the two of us may he able to find access to some remedy which will once more gladden your sweet face.” “Sacronessa, it is happiness that I seek. My aims have been high, hut now 1 find them as the air around us. My soul has yearned for joy, and joy has taken its flight.” “Lady, could we not go on a quest for this lost happiness? Could we not mount our horses at the midnight hour and ride forth alone? Dearest lady, you have but to command, and my duty will be to respond to your every wish.” “Ah, Sacronessa, the Princess Clothilde could never mount her snow-white Grisil and ride away so lowly. No; we must take the way of princes and be accompanied by our retinue. You, faithful little follower, shall ride by my side, and we will venture into the gay, bright world for this lost peace of mind. 1 pray Heaven we may be rewarded in due time. Come, I shall make known our plans to the king, my father.” And now they were leaving. The jeweled horses pranced and tossed their glittering heads; the stately riders sat mute. Quention, the jester, ran up to the princess and begged leave to depart with her, but she drew aside with a cold smile to let him back through the swinging gate. The king took her icy hands in his and kissed them tenderly. “Farewell, my beloved daughter! If you quad one draught of this happiness which you seek, come back to your lonely father in his castle.” She smiled, kissed his forehead, and moved on, followed closely by the patient little Sacronessa. They went on and on through the dark forest and past lonely castles perched on frowning cliffs. They passed through quaint scattering villages and received homage from the toiling peasants. They threw bits of gold to grovelling beggars and went on and on. The night came and tents were set up. The royal ladies dismounted, and after eating a frugal repast, retired to couches of velvet and satin. But the princess and maid sat apart from the rest, staring at the blinking stars. One star fell, leaving a trail of sparks, and the lady Clothilde sighed. A pearly tear glistened on Sacronessa’s cheek, but they said never a w'ord. The night lengthened, the camp fire smouldered and 6 died, yet the princess and her companion kept their lonely vigil. Over the beetling mountains a pale moon peeped, lighting dimly the white faces of the watchers. Sac-ronessa sighed and murmured: “Never will I leave thy side, dear lady, but for your health’s sake, wilt thou not come to our tent? Day will soon dawn and find us here. Come and get your needful rest. But Clothilde smiled and shook her golden head. Day dawned and the pale sun cast its myriad lights on the dreamers. The camp was astir, but everything was quiet. Strict orders had been given, and the royal retinue moved mechanically. The procession moved on. That night the lady pretended to sleep, but her eyes were never closed. The darkly fringed lids still kept their vigil. Paris, the wonderful, was reached. The silent procession moved slowly onward, ever onward. The dazzling lights were lost upon Clothilde. The city, now in its richest attire, was no more than a puppet to her. Her demeanor grew scornful and she whispered to Sacronessa: “It is happiness that I seek, not glamour and tinsel. It is the real in life, the worthy.” A handsome prince came with them. He would not be rebuffed. He came clad in richest garments, and hovered at the side of the princess. Were she a candle flame, he was the moth. He followed her with his eyes, yet never sought to press his suit. Sacronessa said to herself: Can he be happiness? He is worthy of her noble love, but surely he is not the happiness she seeks.” Yet, still was the lady silent. She watched the prince with covert, yet disinterested glances, and when at last he vowed his adoration for her, received a cold dismissal. Now traveled they on without the merry prince. They had reached the Alps and stopped to view the glorious peaks stretching away, up, up, into the deep Heavenly blue. The eyes of the princess flashed, and her ringing laugh resounded once more. “Ah, she cried exultingly, “this is joy! this is happiness! I must reach those pure heights and view the sordid earth below. I shall stand upon their magnificent summits. Come, my faithful ones! Come, you who have gone with me on this quest! I shall attain my heart’s desire.” Stay, Princess!” cried the little Sacronessa. “Attempt not that which is too mighty for thy fragile body. Never can you stand the toil, the strain, which will accompany the ascent.” “1'his is the end,” called back the Lady Clothilde, spurring her horse up the steep cliff. “Follow or not, as you will!” On they went, on and ever upward. The lady’s face glowed pink amidst the snow and ice, and her hair streamed down about her shoulders in a shower of gold. Grisil, thou art too slow!” she cried, dismounting and dashing up and up. Her costly garments wrapped around her slender figure in the cutting wind. But her strength increased, grew feverish, and she slipped o’er and up the icy rocks, stretching out her arms to the peak so far above her. She was now almost lost to her followers, and at last became only a moving speck upon the ragged glacier. On they went, following a trail of tiny footprints in the snow. Sacronessa began to cry and shrieked aloud as she hastily dismounted to pick up a small dark object half imbedded in the ice. 7 “Her little shoe!” she cried with a moan. “Oh, hurry! hurry! We shall find her— ------. Oh, no; not that. But hurry! But the lady! On and ever up she sped, and with one magnificent leap reached the pinnacle. She threw her splendid furs to the ground and reached out her ivory arms to the deadly blue vapors that stood ready to grasp her. She fell like a swaying lily, a smile on her glowing lips, calling aloud, “This is happiness!” . Thus they found her, whiter and colder than the snow. The little Sacronessa covered the still figure with a thick sable blanket and dropped by her side in tears. They bore her, with deepest solemnity and adoration, tenderly away to her father in his castle. Kissing the cold hands once more, he poured out his grief to her: “Oh, fairest Clothilde, it was happiness that thou sought! But, daughter, it was the death of ours. We, who live to mourn for you. hope some day to share that fleet-ing joy which you lost and won.” THE EVOLUTION OF A GIRL’S IDEAL Long ago, in the dim ages of my childhood I had an ideal. Yes, and that ideal was a man—a man, I say. Oh, he loomed up with that majestic splendor which characterizes the perfect man; the one man. Don’t tell me that girls do not consider this inevitable question. The shrinking maiden, with tender brown eyes, cherishes him and puts him away in her heart, while her frolicsome sister does not hesitate to talk and dream of him in the presence of her most chummy friends. The brown-eyed maiden may secretly envy this outspoken lass, but she retains her idealistic views and thinks of them always. Yes; I had an ideal, and it was ever present. Had I seen him? No, but he was marvelous. Big? Oh, perfectly immense, with dreamy grey eyes and shoulders, the envy of all men in general. Hair? Oh, a rich chestnut brown, with glints of gold in it, and he had a dimple in each cheek. He wasn’t effeminate. He was not!!! A man can have dimples and not look like a woman. T hey went with the smile. And oh, that smile! In the hazy twilight, I used to sit before the grate fire in those cold, grey evenings of my girlhood days and see him smiling at me from the glowing embers. The coals seemed to frame themselves into his face and laugh at me in the shadowy room. Dreams? Yes; they were dreams, but such beautiful dreams. I loved to prop my foolish head on my hands and look at this dream man out of half-closed eyes. I could talk to him then and tell him my troubles. But suddenly, out of the darkness, a voice would proceed from the kitchen as follows: “Elizabeth Ann, rouse yourself. You’ve been sitting there staring at that fire for one solid hour. It would take the “Knell of Doom or the “T rumpet of Gabriel” to make an impression on your dull brain. Here I am, breaking my back over this ironing board. Set the table, feed the pigs, 8 go get a loaf of bread, and fetch in some kindling. Very reluctantly I arose to do her bidding. My poor tired heart seemed very-heavy. “Very well. But it wasn’t “Very well.” How I hated that long walk in the cold and the awful stooping for the chips. What if my ideal should suddenly peek around the corner? Would he die of mortification seeing me at such a menial task, or would he say, softly: “Lizzy Ann, Lizzy Ann, Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not fetch kindling. Or yet feed the swine. But sit by my grate fire And read me a book. While lunch in the kitchen’s Prepared by the cook.” But how could these comforting words solace with the cruel north wind whistling around the corner instead of my gallant one? Then another echo would float out on the breeze, “Lizzie Ann, be you euttin' down a tree for that kindling?” No, mother. I was picking up chips.” 1 he next day at school was one, big, continuous mistake; no lessons, but a vast radiance, out of which 1 jumped into the dull present when my name was called by the pedagogue. I don’t know.” And then would come that awful, awful answer: “Live demerits for inattention!” How could she designate such blissful moments as inattention? How could she? 1 he day would slowly drag by. My chum would whisper: “ Lisbeth, John Henry gave me this note for you. He wants to know if he can walk home from school with you this evening.” John Henry, indeed! My indignant young heart swelled with disgust. Why should he break in upon my reveries? But such was life. I am almost ready to conclude this sorrowful tale. My pride has had a fall. One week ago, I was sent to the city for some brown alpaca. My hopes fell when I found my second best dress was to be brown instead of blue serge with red emblems. I boarded the street car, and sat listlessly by the window waiting for my corner. Suddenly I heard a nasal twang in my ear: “ Picket, miss. Phis hain’t no spiritualists’ meeting.” I felt my poor embarrassed cheeks flush with shame. But horrors! there he stood!!! I felt my face go white, and then began a wild leaping around the locality wherein dwells my heart. There he stood, alive and by my side! Who,” did you say? Why, my ideal, my dream man, my own fireside comforter, the man who peeked at me when I was picking up chips. There he was—the smile, the dimples, the eyes, the hair, the shoulders, AND the brass buttons and twang. I handed him a coin, only to hear him say, disgustedly: I don’t want no bread check. Chee, but you’re absent minded, just like my wife.” I rectified my mistake, and he w-as gone, shoulders and all. Oh, girls, isn’t it awful to have your ideal destroyed? 9 fi THE CONTRIBUTOR’S CLUB THE SUBSCRIPTION CONTEST Why. hello, Helen. Still busy? I only stopped in for a minute to tell you how things are going. Talk about it! t hose classes are doing some scrambling. The eighth graders are in on it, too. I’ve done some tall scampering since I saw you last. Went to a bunch of alumni and got the biggest batch of subscriptions. Sure, they wanted to take it. It kept me busy writing out receipts. Oh, I do hope our class gets the prize. We need the money for the junior-senior party. We want to have a peach of a one. Those insolent seniors imagine that we have no “pep”. They are already saying that they expect to be fed on soda crackers and lemonade. Huh, I guess we ll show ’em. 1 don’t know how much it will take for eats, etc., but the prize will help out. Where have I been, did you say? Everywhere, absolutely everywhere. I hustled around among the members of the class and got fifteen or twenty. They certainly are handing over their money. Then I went to several business men, and they were delighted to help the High School. One of them said to me: “Miss Smithson, why am I paying taxes if not to support your school and paper in every way possible? I have a boy that will be up there with you some day and I am proud of the example you are setting him. I hope he will be as enthusiastic as the rest of you!” And I know he will be, too. You know him—Gilbert Blank. He's just full of life, and is planning to play foot ball just as soon as he gets out of the eighth grade. I met him the other day, and he said: “Did dad subscribe for the paper?” I said, yes; and he said: Bully! Wait till I get up there, and I’ll be artist.” I told him that we were sadly in need of one, but he dashed my hopes to the ground by saying he couldn’t draw a crooked line. Poor chap! I can beat that. But here I’m wandering away from my subject again. 1 oughtn’t to take so much time, but I thought you’d like to know what we are doing. Can’t you come up and visit Friday morning? It’s Students’ Day, and we are going to have a ’thuse meeting. Goodby; I must hurry back and turn in my subscription money. Ta! Ta! THE TRAINING TABLE Characters—Jacqueminotta Westerville; Archibald Reginald Pope; Bernstein, butler. Time—Present. (Curtain rises at 8:00 P. M., and finds the audience listening and looking.) The Action Begins. Butler (rushing down the dimly lighted 10 hall savagely talking to himself.) Ring! Ring! Ring! ’Odds! This door bell is one grand bother. Let me get settled with my little old briar and tinkle! tinkle! Ring, confound ye! I’m coming as fast as my poor, tired legs can carry me. Ring again! If I were butler of a Deaf and Dumb Institution, I’d hear ye. Ring, ye impatient rah rah boy! I’ll take my time if I never get there. Good evening, Master Pope; walk right in. Her grace, my young lady, will be down presently. Let me take your coat, your gloves, your walking stick. It’s a handsome lad ye are in yer grand clothes. Oh, it brightens my old eyes to look upon ye. Pope (with a smile)—Ha, my friend! You seem very voluble tonight. Is the master out? Butler—Nay; why do you ask? Pope (in a whisper)—The cellarette, my man; the cellarette! Butler—Never think of it. my lad (pats his pocket with a sly wink;) the key is here, my lad. But hist! the lady Jacque-minotta. Ether, fair lassie; the noble young master awaits you. Jac. (floats in with a whisk of lace and a faint odor of sandlewood)—Out, Bernstein! Your impudence annoys me. (Exit the butler.) Pope (conducts the lady to a seat on a richly carved divan and falls negligently beside her)—Oh, sweetest maiden; fairest my eyes ever beheld! Why are you so lovely when 1 have to leave at ten. so early? My taxi is outside. Jac. (blushing timidly allows him to grasp the tips of her slender fingers)—You must leave at ten, my Archibald? Why must you rush off in such haste? Pope (desperately)—The coach, dearest chuck, the coach demands it. Oh, such are the tribulations of one who serves upon the gridiron! I would—I would—I—. Jac. (lays her fingers on his mouth)— Don’t say it, my Archibald! What would you be without your gridiron life? I shiver when I see your precious head emerge from the scrimmage. But oh, how I do adore.it! The fright sends little rippling shivers down my spine. I pray you, don’t speak rashly. Pope (contritely)—Forgive me, radiant one, light of my life! It is my eternal joy to be in the ranks of the pigskin tossers. I would not annoy you for worlds, for I admire you to the tips of your twinkling toes. Jac. (sweetly)—1 knew you would be reasonable. You are so manly, so grand, so everything that is nice. And I have something for you which I know will please you. Pope—Don’t get it yet, dear girl. I can’t have you leave me, if even for a second. May I smoke? . Jac.—Certainly, Archibald; one minute. Here is your own teeny weeny ash tray. Pope (holding out a limp package)— Don’t think me penurious, Jacqueminotta. These are Fatimas. I got my kid brother’s case by mistake. My dear, I always smoke Pall Malls or Egyptienne Luxuries. Jac. (with a reproving smile)—No. dear; 1 know you are a thoroughbred sport. You have proved that. Are you through so soon? Let me raise the windows. This smoke is awful! But I don’t mind it. Now, let me get you your surprise. I made it myself, and just for you. (She skips out and comes back with a huge plate of fudge. Archibald pulls out his watch hastily and backs off.) THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor -Business Manager Assistant Manager Faculty Advisor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Forum Reporter Athenian Reporter Senior Reporter Junior Reporter -Sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter Katherine Hardin Irene Merrill Everett Weeks Ellsworth Black A. F. Cook Weir Wood Everett Long Harlow Brown Elbridge Thrapp Dorothy Danskin Irene Straight John Kolp Faye Mitchell Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the Jacksonville High School. Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville,Illinois, as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-five Cents Pope (excitedly)—Dearest Jacqueminotta, it is ten bells; the coach, dear heart, remember that cruel one. How I would love to eat your precious confectionery, but, dear girl, 1 am on the Training Table. Good night; sweet dreams. (Jac. watches him fondly as he leaves with one longing backward glance. Then she quietly makes her exit, munching a piece of fudge.) Curtain. THE HOLIDAY RAGE Talk about the hurry, the hustle, the ex citement! Oh it’s great to be a J. H. S. student. Just think, going to school Monday morning is no longer a task, but a joy. How do we know that we will have to w tk come back to school that afternoon? Rah! Rah! Rah! for the football team. Alright, now: three cheers for Tandy, hip, hip, hurray!! 'Three cheers for Sorrells, etc., etc. Oh gee, but doesn't it make you feel enthusiastic? Ssssh! Mr. Bate is going to give a spiel. All ready, go, give the siren. Nine rahs for the team: Rah! Rah! Rah! Team 1 !! ! Rah! Rah! Rah! Team !!!! Rah! Rah! Rah! Team !!!! H urray--------------! Oh don't these thuse meetings make you feel good? There goes the team up on the platform. Don't they look sweet? Aw, Stewart is limping. Bet he got hurt in the game. I told you they hurt our boys. They played too rough. Silence!! 1 wish they'd shut up back there. We can’t hear a word. There ’goes the coach. Speech! Speech! Platform! Platform! Oh he wants the team yell. What’s the matter with the team? 'They're alright! Who's alright? The team! Who? The team!! Who says so? We A IT say so! Who are we? You rah! rah! Jacksonville, You rah! rah! Jacksonville, You rah! rah! Jacksonville— Hurray !!!! Wasn't that grand? It was so loud it hurt. Listen, the coach is telling about the game. I hope he takes up a lot of time. It’s 9:30 now. Oh, Kid, there's Mr. Tandy and he’s smiling too. Wonder what he’s going to say? Coach is thru. 'There goes a comic. What did he say about Mayor Davis? I didn’t get that. Why are they yelling so loud? No school this afternoon? Oooooh! Hurray !! ! 12 SENIOR NOTES Did we go on a hayride.' Well, I guess we did. l ime, 7:30, place. High School, and plenty of girls likewise boys and faculty. It all happened this way. The rising spirits of the Seniors could not be kept down, so they let them ooze out by giving a hayride. No disinterested onlookers, however, could have told whether they were J. H. S. Seniors or Kindergartners. Their dignity (get it) seemed to have been left at home on the clock shelf. In short, about thirty loaded themselves promiscuously on a hay rack at the High School, Friday evening, October 20. Midst much scrambling, they adjusted themselves and ambled westward making the night glorious (?) withsongand mirthfulness. Mr. Cook led the singing and the rest needed no second invite, but joined in. The program was extensive and varied ranging from ‘‘All Alone-’ to “God Speed The Right.” But in due time, we rolled into Gunn’s back yard. It was lit up with Chinese lanterns and looked very inviting. The house was decorated after the manner of Hallowe’en with Jack O’ Lanterns, extremely jolly ones, corn, apples, and so forth. Interesting games were played. Mr. Cook won first prize in a guessing contest ALUMNI Mr. John Phillips, ’OS, h as been appointed pastor of the Lynnville and Mount Zion churches. Miss Ruth Willeam Hayden, ’09, and Mr. John Francis Moxon, ’09, were mar- and was presented with a live goose. His surprise was very evident also that of the fowl which presently adjourned with flapping wings. Our mirth could scarcely be repressed. It was too bad, was it not, that Mr. Bate and Mr. Morrison could not accompany us on account of a previous engagement? Well, we needed some more chaperones so they might have brought them along. Bro’t what or who? Ask them. We were plentifully supplied with Juniors, Sophs, and Freshmen. They flocked around the windows greedily while the refreshments were being served. T hey shivered around the bonfires, hut stuck ’till the lights were extinguished. They were fine hangers-on. But all had to end and we loaded up once more to go back to the metropolis of Jacksonville. And did we take our time? Certainly, wasn’t it a hayride? The stars were gorgeous, but the order was perfect. The coach, ’tis true, rather surprised us, but wasn’t it a hayride? File Seniors wish to thank the Gunn’s for their hospitality. We always know that we can have a jolly informal lime at their home. ried at the home of the bride’s parents, Wednesday evening, October 25, Rev. Russell 1 hrapp, pastor of the Central Christian Church, officiating. Miss Marie Leek, ’08, played the wedding march. After graduating from High School the bride has taken a course at the Illinois Woman’s College and ihe groom a !3 course in agriculture at the state university. Mr. and Mrs. Moxon will reside on a farm west of Jacksonville. Mr. Albert Hopper, '10, has gone to farming on a farm near Sinclair. Mr. Wallace Spink, ’ll, is attending the University of Kentucky at Lexington. Mr. Waldo Spruit, ’09, is assistant chemistry teacher at Wesleyan. Henry Kitner, 'll; Julian Malone, '11; Ross Mowry, 11; Arthur Beechamp, 10, and George Young, ’ll, are attending Rip-on College. Mr. Davis Martin, ’ll, is preparing for the ministry at Eureka. Miss Ava Bryson, '10, is attending the Nurse’s Training School at Chicago. Miss Marguerite Mayer, ’09, is stenographer for the Gravel Springs Company. SOME J. H. S. WHYS AND WHEREFORES THE HOWS How to tell a demerit under a microscope. How to study without a text-book. How to play football and keep in training. How to belong to all the societies and pay the dues. How to do the Gaiety and keep your equilibrium. How to keep Macbeth separate from Hamlet. How to take a test and keep from flunking. How to walk into the study hall quietly. How to bear the glances of the ped’’ at the desk. THE WHEREFORES Where to find Smithy’s diamond ring. Where to get a Commercial Law guide. Where to get wise to all school diddings. Where to find the coach every Sunday night. Where to go when given a half holiday. Where to raise the price of a football ticket. Where to find a Nautilus note. Where to find a book to read during a study period. Where to capture a live molecule and bring him to Miss Bloom. EIGHTH GRADE According to the usual custom, the boy and girl from each room having the highest averages are Nautilus editors for the following month. The honors were announced in chapel November 3, as follows: Head Editor—Gene Coulter, 93 1-9, No. 1. Asst. Editors—Harold Stark, 91 4-9, No. 1. Bevie Ross, 92, No. 2. CarlTendick, 91 1-9, No. 2. Ruby Molohon, 86 4-9, No.9. Roy Ross, 85 4-9, No. 9. Lola Markillie,92 5-9,No. 10. John Martin. 89 5-9, No. 10. We are all interested in seeing who the editors will be next month. There is a close race on for the honors. The eighth grade appreciated very much the privilege of entering the Nautilus subscription contest with the High School. 14 The majority of the pupils of the eighth grade got down to work from the very start and continued to work until the close of the contest. A five dollar cash prize was to he given to the winning class. The workers were rewarded for their efforts at the close of the contest, when the eighth grade won a great victory. 1 he eighth grade is very proud to have been invited to join the High School Students' Association, and have greatly appreciated the invitations on Friday mornings to join in their enthusiasm. Some of our boys have been practicing on the football field every night that they may be on the second team. Crowds of us have gone to the football games and have watched the J. H. S. win again and again. We have had great times cheering the work they have done, and have enjoyed the holidays won by the team. It makes us happy to think we are allowed to enjoy the same privileges as the High School pupils. We have been especially fortunate this year in having Mr. Nichols give us interesting talks on his trip through Europe, and we are very grateful for his kindness. His last talk was on the beautiful Alhambra, and was illustrated by photographs and post cards. During chapel exercises every Tuesday and Friday mornings, we have enjoyed piano, violin and vocal solos. A piano duet was also among the numbers given. Miss Helen Sorrells of the freshman class came down to chapel one morning and favored us with a violin selection, which was greatly enjoyed. 1 he class of 1911 have begun the study of hygiene. e started the first of Novem- ber and will continue for ten weeks under Miss Hayden. We have it only twice a week, but we enjoy it very much. The eighth grade continues to increase. There are now 60 boys and 75 girls, making a total of 135. All seats in chapel are occupied, and chairs have been taken in to accommodate them. I eacher—What is the plural of molasses? Pupil—Syrup. Various suggestions have been made to keep Paul S. awake in recitation. Alarm clocks, props, and, last of all, the city fire hose. BY SHAKE A. SPEARE THE SLEEPWALKING SOPH. Is this a text-book which I see before me, the cover toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee! 1 have thee not, and yet 1 see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight? Art thou but a text-book of the mind, a false creation? freshman—l’hy memory be green. Soph Ye false creation of a heat oppressed brain. Junior We pray you throw to earth this haughty manner and think of others. Senior—By Heaven! I’ll make a man of him that lets me. By my troth, neighbor, my little feet are a' weary of this Triangle Club. Come, come, come, come, the five minute bell has rung. Ring, ye infernal bell! If I were walking on the square, I'd hear ye! 15 ILLINOIS COURIER JACKSONVILLE'S LIVE NEWSPAPER Von TODAY S NEWS TODAY Delivered to your home for 10c a week. Every day except Sunday p f wearing clothes that are made for anybody have them tailor-made ■ to your own individual measure it costs no more. Come in to look, not buy. then use your own judgment! Whatever you want for a Suit or Overcoat We have it, $15 to $30 .IAC KSONMLLE TAILORING CO. 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Stewart. Reeve. Dr. Weirich. Physical Ex. Bottom Row—Fuller, Cannon. F. Stewart. THE CONTRIBUTOR'S CLUB SOME PANCAKES FROM THE GRIDIRON What’s better than football? More football! Jessie: “Why do they call it football?” Tessie: “’Cause they get balled up with their feet.” Sorrels—goes down in a scirmmage. Yell Leader: “What's the matter with Sorrells? ” Echo: “He’s all in.” Coach: “Did that guy kick you?” Player: “No, 1 guess he missed it. That was a dropped kick.” A little football now and then Is relished by the best of men. “Dago!” shouted a beligerent fellow standing on the sidelines at the Springfield game. And Day went, ’ replied Tandy, senior. He: “I adore to indulge in puns.” She: “Yes, I like punts, too.” The account of the big game was written up in an Oklahoma paper. It read as follows: “The ball was in Oklahoma’s ter- ritory most of the time.” “Dad, murmured the Freshie looking up, “Don’t they mean Indian territory?” Grace (looking up at the tall half-back) “Are all football players tall?” The tall half-back: “It’s all in the way you look at them.” Are you back, Mr. Monroe? No, only half-back. Coach: “Would you call that an alright tackle?” Player: “Naw, it was a left tackle.” If you want to feel wretched and lonely and blue, think of that game we lost to Danville. But think how we tied them, 5 to 5, and how we won that Thanksgiving game from Springfield, 16 to 6. Whoever took a pike at the Pike County game certainly got their eyes full of A-l playing. That’s the way we do it in Jacksonville. SAUSAGE Pr-n-ipal ()ffi-e. “Lead kindly light my steps away.” Deb-t-ng St-d-nts. “Oh come and shout your tidings from on high, That inspiration shall not last, that fiery eye.” M-i-s Bl-o-m. “My kingdom for an inkwell, as it were.” Al-a Ma-er. “Ring ye bugles, announce a star has set.” W-ll-ie B-te. Oh Queenly walk, oh dignified demeanor.” Ev-r-ette Weeks. “One of the few immortal names, That was not born to die.” 1 -a-n-d-y Senior. Laugh friends, yea crack your sides, My jokes, my puns all care derides.” Vi -:-r t A’-ok. v-i'Vi -iVw’n KH hm. ! ! i.o.'.k: 1% ■ M il«y_Tfea. Mo At wiMbilh ‘■mSgr MY shad noW- MMIxv •!,'■: x.w.rt, •• 'Ex. A SENIOR IPISOOE DWrhah AttoMeked WritesA iio'.vn the YffeW ME EkS V-';Vrt; s !.‘X fc df jO', ;M VboA'' ha. R; iv 'N .-hr' v. ri-«irn«v,-h;r; Hi.my. Mv) AiM5i%. V, ‘ s a. )i;;i ., htii i S IVATi (ITS; •x } lv Mctiteii to 41b into the couhft-y. ffiSKrfc a ami Sk :VVf, He mt sed the eij ffrfrk -M'-'i looked bebhV?u!h at the Ca N:ON But Ife vaiviteWd on. -tetylirtfe-ik the villain @fraMc) NlliT -and -.in looked ioTgrhyiy at the ; ;rkkd HKR'RTN'G :n :he small all-around SKdteaoii asoisec away. .Be -'rer.:STRAIGHT Wit the mam sneet, .passed xbe Bouse .of she IWdBIT and a: last -came £o the ec.ur.trr.. He v;hMled Alexander's Ragrrine Band, shot his ra$ v: andstt«o mis® ssaaremeal. Hid: Hal -n COME ON NOW. LAUGS: Why ;? iBIisv.rgtr.h Black: ID id Sylvan Peak a: Lemmons: Bvnrvnne look v.her Irene Spears that undue rand Samis it -on !hsr plate. Oh say. -is Irene Straight; Has Everett Weeks or Hays'lnt' ‘knowledge: 5s -Donaid joy (oust: Did Harry Vote those potarcsesr ■Yes, i to .gi-ve iHsler. AI ante. -Did Belem Vvheeter around in a go caxt: Bring Halite With-ae. 1 jfe. yRkhiMh Literary Nhmv.y held the MMohd -hhseihH; of the vha: on 'Tuesday. : 0dthher-24. A hreAd'.: rnid they 'r-foveti AV. .mthnn-asi v hhheh. ' YB Yftis A 0Hov-s: MliQMli, AlMhes. RhMam ReAhn r -A'- ;Ok! 'Pweed n ol ILrre -- - jahftfs '• Whim wb RAv Ihtttell iviAby -- iBA ar Mr.C! k. TAaSYo -- -- MY. on h:A:r ?:: . : , ■. ... - b Cl t )n November 6. the ioliowmg was eit-iioyed hy those v ho were present. Rot' Gail Minutes. Business. Reeding — — Aa “Dancing Shool ..feriljenkbsen Current Events Cynthia-RieYk Irene I’vterriL ■Vo'eairSolo - - Irene .Spears Bruiesi-.ue - — 1 Dorothy Canoor Lura WistreMl Rffe: -peagtanr : or Navsntfcex AO vaas as tffilfexys: EoriCali. Minutes. Affirmative: Gladys Uzzel. Alice Gunn. Business. Negative: Louise Ross, Irene Straight. Debate—Resolved that the divorce laws Piano Solo - - Olive Smith of all the states should be uniform. Reading - - Marian Mowry THE EDITOR’S TABLE REGARDING CRITICISM The editor desires to say, for the benefit of all concerned, that the columns of this paper are always open to criticism of contents and so forth. We feel, however, that there are other and equally important things in connection with this, our Senior year, than the editing of the Nautilus. This is, after all, but an incident in our school life and not the main thing, just as any form of Athletics is merely an incident and not the predoniinent thing to be considered by the student body or by the individual student. Many would like to make the contrary appear. An editor can, however, only edit and not make a paper. The paper belongs to the school and all should join in an effort to assist the editor and her associates in getting out a paper each month that will be creditable alike to the school and those directly responsible for it. We are, as you all know, thoroughly unexperienced in this line of work and know very little of the technicalities involved therein. We have, nevertheless, some ideas of our own regarding the amenities of school journalism and we wish to say that we regard it as being in very poor taste for either a student or a member of the faculty to express criticisms of this paper thru the col-ums of the public press, thereby giving the public, who know nothing of the facts and circumstances, a wrong impression of both editor and paper. Reference in this con- nection is made to an article which appeared in the “Daily Courier soon after the November number of the Nautilus came out. It was alleged that the November issue was not up to standard, but that the editors hoped to do better in the future, or language to that effect. Now see here, gentle reader, and more particularly you, Mr. Critic, we do not claim that this publication was in way a triumph of journalistic skill and enterprise. But we stand by it just the same, crude and uninteresting as it may have been. It was largely a product of our own creation and was prepared with very little assistance from those who jointly with ourselves are'sponsor for it. As to its being any better in the future, that depends largely on whether or not we receive the necessary support from the school at large and particularly from those assigned to that duty. Understand, that we are for Athletics strong as horseradish, but we are not competent to write it up and would not do so. if we could, for we do not esteem it our duty. In conclusion we desire to say that criticism, honest, sincere, criticism of the policies or general conduct of the Nautilus is not only expected, but desired and invited as by virtue of it, we hope to improve. We are no grouch and all the above is submitted without malice and only in a spirit of fairness and self-defense. The Editor. AN EXPLANATION “Have you seen the Nautilus?” “Yes, and have been wondering ever since why the Athletlic notes were left out.” T hese remarks were heard so often, upon the publication of the last issue, that the Staff wishes a full explanation of the reason for the same. When the Staff of the Nautilus was elected at the beginning of the year, the Athletic Editor, being unable to accept the position, resigned, and despite repeated efforts to have the vacancy filled, it remained vacant until a special election was called the second week in November. As a consequence, last month’s issue, depending upon any one that was willing to furnish the material, did not receive any notes until too late for publication. It is not the intention of any one connected with the Nautilus to cater to any particular student activity and any one wishing to contribute to the Nautilus will be gladly welcome by the Staff. It is customary, however, for all publications, to have some rules regarding these contributions. T he rules for the Nautilus are as follows: Contributions are to be handed to the Editor or assistants at least two days before the end of the month. Paper should he plain white, 7 in. x 81 in. The article must be written in ink and some attempt along the line of proper punctuation and spelling. The Editor will be glad to furnish any one with the proper paper. And now just a word to the students who would like to see a good Natuilus and think that the best way to secure their desires is to condemn the ones that are doing the work. The Nautilus will be just what you make it. If you put your shoulder to the wheel and work with the Staff, you will readily appreciate the difference between that method and the other method of hanging on behind and adding the weight of your unjust criticisms, to the load already being carried by them. Help the Staff to make the Nautilus just what you want by being willing to contribute to its columns and by boosting it at every opportunity. Put your little hammer away and leave it there. Eaculty Advisor. CROWDS BY A. WORKER There are crowds AND crowds. There are crowds of ideas which take possession of our brains for mastery. T hese ideas may conflict and jostle. They may clash and arbitrate. They may pull and tear at each other until the thinker is distracted. What is an idea? What constitutes an idea? Is it “a mental image, form or representation of something, a synonym of opinion, belief, purpose or intention?” Here we find ourselves wandering into the prosaic, the technical, the bookish definition. Who is there among us who has not had an idea, an idea which pervaded his whole being yet which was never perfected, but doomed to be obliterated? Crowds! T here are crowds of microbes which dodge and haunt us. They lurk in every crack, corner, crevice, ready to sieze upon our weak frames with their bony fingers, and cling there until forcibly removed. They hide in the telephone transmitter, they creep along the rims of our drinking cup to choke us with disease. Germs, microbes, bacteria. There is death in each. Yet they constitute a crowd ever ready to sieze and consume. There are crowds of tempters who peer at 6 us out of the darkness and extend the glad hand at the last moment. Politicians, con-men, gold brick dealers, the presumably worthy friend, all make a crowd of boosters who juggle our fates and exert their dragging influence. There are crowds of friends who stand shoulder to shoulder—one vast array of stability and resourcefulness waiting to extend their TRULY glad hand and to redeem every promise. What would we do without this crowd? Life, indeed, would be an unpenetrable wall behind which our hearts and eyes could discover no guidance. This crowd is ever ready to throw its beacon or helpfulness around and cheer us in a moment of despondency. The stooped man who gathers the ashes may receive the insults of the alley gamin and street urchin. Yet if one of his tenants should aimlessly wander in front of an oncoming street car, would this poor tormented souT sneer and call out, “Serves him right?” No, for beneath the begrimed exterior there beats a kind and lonely heart. And in all probabilities, he would stagger out onto the track and risk his uneventful life to save the child in danger. He is one of a crowd, a crowd of un-noticed ones who make up the minor cogs in the Wheel of Life. He is a small member of a great crowd who fades from our sight and is laid to rest perhaps in a potter’s Held. Let us believe that there are crowds AND crowds. SUCCESS ? ? ? What is success, a preaching mandate A guiding finger leading you away, hrom all in life you once felt needful 1 o help you at the dawn of each new day? What is success, a towering tyrant. Obliterating pleasure’s hours And calling you to toil in silence While something in you calls and cowers? What is success, a veiled spectre Who works and beckons from the deeps? But come away. Success has vanished; His fears are calmed and now he sleeps. THE GIRLS OF THE BRINY DEEP Here’s to the girl with the eyes of blue, The sunlight glints in her hair. And dimpling smiles that come and go And follow you every where, Here’s ti the girl with the sea green eyes, I he sunset bronze in her hair, A purple shadow around her lies; She’s false, she is wicked, beware! Here’s to the girl with the eyes of brown, Like the dying sea-weed in the waves, The mocking smile and the fleeting glance, The girl of the sighing sea caves. Here’s to the maid with eyes of black That gleam in the thunders wake; The shrouded figure dancing away It fades away in the purpled lake. Oh maidens; wonderous, flitting away On the ocean’s rolling breast; We hope you may find at break of day A heavenly peaceful rest. You dreams, idle dreams, of a dreaming boy Watching the rolling tide Broke away from his side with a glance of joy; hor he smiled at you, then he died. See Ethel and “The Monster.” See Mrs. Poore land Olaf. (nit) ATHLETICS—FOOT BALL RECORD FOR 1911 J. H. s. 42 Beardstown 0 J. H. S. 0 West. Mil’ty Acd 10 J. H. s. ... 6 Danville 22 J. H. s. 20 Pittsfield 3 J. H. s. 0 Decatur 0 J. H. s. 18 Peoria 10 J. H. s. 6 Springfield _. 3 J. H. s. 7 Champaign 5 J. H. s. 5 Danville 5 J. H. s. 16 Springfield _ 5 T otal 120 Total 63 The Jacksonville High School has had one of the most successful seasons in football, for a good many years. This year we havehad a team of fellows who went into the game to win and were interested in the game. We haven’t had such a heavy team, as in former years, but they are fast and have that fighting spirit that wins. Our coach is a man who has had a great deal of experience in athletics. For several years he was a member of the Detroit Athletic Club and was one of their star athletes. Mr. Buland is popular among the boys and always gets together a team that figures among the best teams in the state. Our football team has good support from the high school and the citizens, and the schools of the city, and equally from our Mayor, Mr. Davis, and O. E. Tandy, who are enthusiasts of the game. These two men, with Prof. Stoops, Superintendent Furr and Mr. J. J. Reeve, presented our team with a new football as an appreciation of the team’s successful record this year. At the beginning of the season our team was crippled up, then too, part of our plat ers were green at the game. We went up against some strong teams and were defeated, but when we got to going and our team got settled we met with success the rest of the season. Captain Sorrells, our left half back, is probably the “heaviest player we have. He is a sure ground-gainer and can pick holes when carrying the ball. His defensive work is also up to the standard and he is a hard tackier. Captain S. has also kicked the majority of the goals this year. He runs a very close race for the best all-around man in the team. George Tandy is a strong man in the back field. During the first of the season he played center but toward the last he has been playing full back, and has become quite a line-plunger. Tandy is a cool player and is in the game all the time. Day (60) is probably the best High School forward passer in the state. He can hand you the oval any time you want it and any place you want it. He is an accurate passer and a great drop kicker. His drop kicks have won several games this year. Day also plays a nice defensive game. Our quarter back, Fuller, is the fastest man we have. He is level-headed and can deliver you the ball and run an interferance for any one. Fuller is also a sure tackier. F red Stewart, the student manager, can play half, quarter or end. and has been used in all of these positions. Fred understands the game and is a nervy player. His specialty is running back punts. Art Reeve is a good man on the line or at half back. He is fast for his weight and can hit hard. Art don’t know what it is to give up and is a fighter. Our 8 left end, Denny, has become a star. He can handle a forw ard pass and is a fine open field runner. Denny is a low tackier and although he is small and light can bring down any player. He has made quite a hit this year with his successful work with Day on forward passes. Andrew Rogerson and Clayton Stewart, our tackles, are right there all the time. They are both great on breaking up plays, and Andy, who plays the defensive end, goes down on punts, and not many times does a man get away from him. “Clate is a scrapper and strong as an ox. I'he guards, Killebrewr and “Babe Mansfield. hold the line well. Although Babe is rather a small boy he can stop any of them. Killebrew, ’tho this is his first year at football, has become a fast man and a great tackier. In the last few games he has been carrying the hall on a tackle-around play and has become a constant ground-gainer. Jackson, our center, is a strong factor in our line and is good at getting through w'hen playing the defense. Our subs, Cannon and Reed, are both good men and it is an advantage to a team to have men that are capable of getting in the game at any time and playing good ball. A great deal of credit is due Carl Richardson and Mayor Davis in helping the team along. They are frequently seen out at practice and give good suggestions as they both have had no little experience with the football game. There is a movement on foot to get the teams new sweaters. We hope this movement meets with success because they surely deserve them. JACKSONVILLE 20, PITTSFIELD 3 On October 14, the Pittsfield High School team come over with the intention of getting Jacksonville’s scalp. Quite a little preparation was made for the game by both schools and a hard struggle was expected. The first period Pittsfield held Jacksonville fairly well but after that the “balloon went up and J. H. S. walked away w ith the game with a score of 20 to 3, Pittsfield making their score on a field goal. Jacksonville’s superior training told after the game was well under w ay, and it was a sad sight to see Pittsfield being swept aside. Captain Sorrells, Day and Fuller made the touch-downs for Jacksonville, and Day made a field goal from the 30-yard line. Sorrells also added two more points kicking goal after the touch-downs. Forward pasess were not worked successfully because of Pittsfield’s familiarity with Jacksonville’s open plays. I'he visitors outweighed our bunch but were almost helpless because of our speedy back field and strong line. It was the plugging away at the ends and the off tackle plays of Jacksonville that gained the ground. The Pittsfield players show ed some fighting spirit in the first quarter and held our team pretty well except for Day’s field goal, made after 14 minutes of play. Day’s drop kick was about the best one pulled off this year and it kind of took the “pep out of our oponents. In the second quarter Joy began to warm up and by a series of plays by Reeve, Captain Sorrells and a forward pass from Day to Denny, for 15 yards, put the ball on Pittsfield’s 3-yard line, w here Fuller went through center for the first touchdown. Sorrells failed to kick goal. 'I here was no futher scoring this half, but the ball was in Pittsfield’s territory most of the time and the half ended with the ball on Pitts- 9 Held's 8-yard line in their own possession. They punted on every opportunity. At the beginning of the second half Jacksonville jumped on Pittsfield with more “pep’’ than ever and this half proved to be a repetition of the first. Day in this half personally supervised the chalking up of nine points and also played a great defensive game. Captain Morrells made a great run for a touch-down, and as he went down the field he went straight around the Pittsfield lads with ease. Denny, our star end, also got his share of the passes, and the way he tackled the visitors was a shame. Fred Stewart brought back a punt in fine shape, and in fact the whole team played great ball. They grabbed another touch-down before the whistle had time to blow, making the final score 20 to 3. Docy and Pringle played fine ball for Pittsfield and the whole team showed that good old fighting spirit that we all like to see. PEORIA IS BEATEN 18 TO 10 With a 10 to 0 defeat staring them in the face, J. H. S. came from behind in the last half and beat Peoria 18 to 10. It was a battle royal from beginning to end and both teams were in the game all the time. At no time was Peoria able to gain' by line bucks or end runs, but their quarter back, Staubach, sure did make some fine passes to the giant end, Reichheadt.who was about 6 foot 4 inches tall. In the first quarter Peoria kicked off to Jax, Sorrells running the ball back 30 yards to Jacksonville’s 40-yard line. A forward pass failed to gain and the ball was fumbled; a Peoria man got the ball and made a 45-yard run for a touch-down. The rest of the quarter was played in Peoria’s territory, and several times Jacksonville worked the ball down to the ten-yard line and then would lose it by a fumble. Then Peoria would punt out of danger and the quarter ended with the ball on the visitor's 40-yard line. The second quarter was a repetition of the first, Jacksonville doing all the work and Peoria having all the luck. As in the first quarter, another fumble netted them another touch-down, and they failed to kick goal. This ended the half, 10 to 0, in favor of Peoria. Third quarter. It was at this time the game really began. Jackson went in at full back and Mansfield went to left guard. Jackson received the kick off and brought the ball back to the middle of the field. A forward pass, Day to Denny, netted 30 yards more, putting the ball on Peoria's 30-yard line. Denny made 10 more on an end run and then time was taken out for Shepherd, of Peoria. Johnson made 9 through right tackle. Jacksonville was then penalized 10 yards for holding. Then Fuller was thrown for a 5-yard loss. Peoria gained the ball and punted to Fred Stewart who returned 15 yards. Jacksonville made an onside kick and Denny returned the ball for a touchdown. Peoria received the kick off and lost the ball on downs. Then Jacksonville took the ball down the field 60 yards for a touchdown. Sorrells kicked goal, making the score 12 to 10. The fourth quarter was opened with a forward pass by Jacksonville which was recovered by Peoria on their on own 35-vard line. Then Peoria pulled off two swell passes which brought the ball well into Jacksonville’s territory. Peoria was held for downs and Jacksonville punted the ball far over the head of their quarter back and Denny recovered the ball for a touch-down. 10 Sorrills kicked goal, making the score 18 to 10. The two teams did not score any more but the game ended with the hall on Peoria’s 8-yard line, THE LINE UP PEORIA R. E------------------------------Roberts R- T--------------------------------Myers R. G.---------------------------- Dornell C.----------------------------------Bloom L. (J._______________________ Reichheadt L. T. _____________________________Albalt L. C.______________________________Smithe Q. B.___________________________Stantsch L. H.______ _____________________Shepherd R. H.---------------------------Scoville F.B_________________________ ... Walker JACKSONVILLE R. E.--------------- Cannon, F. Stewart R. 1-------------------------- Killebrew R. G.-----------------------C. C. Stewart C.----------------------------------Tandy L. C.---------------------------Mansfield L. r.----------------------------Rogerson E. C. _ Denny Q- B. ---------------------------- Fuller L. H. Sorrells R- H.------ Day, Reeve F. B.-------------- Day, Jackson J. H. S. WINS FROM CHAMPAIGN, 7 TO 5 Saturday, November 18, vve had a gridiron struggle with Champaign. The game was rather slow on account of the muddy field and it was almost impossible to make a forward pass successfully. 1 he Champaign team was a husky bunch of players and they out-weighed our team quite a little. At the beginning of the game there was quite a dispute over the officials, hut finally they decided to have Cooper, of Millikin University, referee, and Gumnerscheimer, of Illinois, umpire. When the game was finally started it proved to be a very interesting game. In the first period of play Captain Fien-negan, of Champaign, was injured and was out of the game until the last quarter. Jacksonville in this quarter worked the ball down the field nearly for a touch-down where Champaign got the hall and then Jacksonville forced them hack for a safety, makjng the score 2 to 0. The rest of the quarter was a see-saw, the ball being in the enemy’s territory most of the time. I he second quarter was an uninteresting tine and the ball was see-sawed up and down thefield with a good deal of punting. Neither side scored. In the third quarter J. H. S. worked the ball down to Champaign’s 10-yard line. 1 his was done by Sorrells, Denny and Fred Stewart, who all made good gains. Then Clayton Stewart went over for a touchdown on a forward pass; Sorrells failed to kick goal, making the score 7 to 0. In the fourth quarter Champaign was in possession of the ball on the 52-yard line, and they gained 5 yards on an end run. then Finnegan dropped back and made a punt which was fumbled and held over for a safety, giving the visitors 2 points. It was Jacksonville’s ball on the 25-yard line, and Day and Sorrells brought the ball to the middle of the field on line up kicks. Jacksonville lost the ball and Champaign punted and recovered the ball on the 30-yard line, and then Captain Finnegan, of Champaign, made a beautiful drop kick, scoring 3 more points. I he game ended with the ball in the middle of the field. THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief Assistant Editor -Business Manager Assistant Manager Faculty Advisor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Forum Reporter Athenian Reporter Senior Reporter Junior Reporter -Sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter Katherine Hardin Irene Merrill Everett Weeks I llsworth Black A. F. Cook Weir Wood Everett Long Harlow Brown Elbridge Thrapp Dorothy Danskin Irene Straight John Kolp Faye Mitchell Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the Jacksonville High School Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville,Illinois, as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-five Cents LINE UP CHAMPAIGN G. _______________________________Bean L. G.____________________ Branmiller R. G.________________________Fit water R. T_____________________________Sizer L. T._____________________________Howe L. F.__________________ . Kieer R. E__________________________Finnegan (Capt.) Q. B.__________________________Ramsey F. B____________________________ Heil L. H. _________________________M oore R. H._______________________ Hannagan JACKSONVILLE R. E___________________________ Denny L. E. __________________ Fred Stewart R. T._____________________ C. Stewart L. T._______________________ Rogerson C._____________________________Jackson R. (i. Reeve L. G------------------------ Killebrew R. II. ..Day L. H__________________________Sorrells F. B.___________________________ Tandy Officials: Cooper, Milliken; Gumner- scheimer, Illinois; Buttonmaker, Champain, Field Judge. JACKSONVILLE AND DAN-VILLE TIE—5 TO 5 On November 25, Jacksonville and Danville mixed for the down state championship honors. One of the largest crowds of fans that ever witnessed a game here, was out to see the struggle. Both teams were determined to win, and they fought with all their might. We played Danville earlier in the season when most of our men were green at the game and several were out on account of injuries and we were defeated. So Danville had a hunch that when they came here it would he a nice little practice game, but when the game began they changed their minds. It was not until the middle of the second quarter that Jacksonville made a touch-down on a forward pass from Day to Denny. Denny ran 35 yards through a broken Held for a touch-down. Then 1 guess they didn't play some fast hall, and it wasn’t until the last quarter that Jacksonville fumbled the ballon her 18-yard line and Captain Cameron, of Danville, scooped up the hall for a touch-down. Danville out weighed our team about 15 pounds to the man, but we out-played them throughout the game. The visitors were gentlemanly in conduct and were sportsmanlike, and they will always he welcome on the Jacksonville diamond, because clean sport is our aim in athletics. First quarter: Neither team scored the first quarter. The ball was worked up and down the field but was not in dangerous territory any of the time. The feature of the first quarter was the defensive work of Jacksonville. Rogerson, our left tackle, 12 who plays defensive end, and Denny, our right end, ran down punts and they didn’t allow a Danville man to leave his tracks but would take him right on the spot where he received the ball, many times throwing the runner for a loss. Second quarter: This was Jacksonville’s quarter, and they worked the ball down the field where Day tried one of his drop kicks but he failed and recovered the ball. Then a forward pass was made to Denny who made the touch-down. Soriells failed to kick goal, making the score 5 to 0. Things were looking pretty had for Danville. 1 hird quarter: The third quarter was mostly an exchange of punts. Both teams were near a goal and then forced to punt. The quarter ended with the ball op Danville’s 15-yard line. fourth quarter:. 1 his quarter started with a 30-yard punt by Hay, and Danville carried the hall to the middle of the field. Then Danville punted and Jacksonville was downed on the 18-yard line. Instead of punting at this time, an end run was called and Jacksonville fumbled and Danville made a touch-down on a fluke. Danville’s Captain failed to kick goal, tieing the score. The rest of the game was marked with no especially brilliant plays although the game was called with the hall on Danville’s 20-yard line. Denny, Sorrells, Day and the Stewart Brothers played great ball, and Andy Rogerson did some fine defensive work. 1 he whole team fought for all there was in them, and. they would have won had it not been for a little piece of hard luck— but it is all in the game. Danville’s Captain and their full back play great ball, and their quarter back was about the liveliest member on the team; he used fine head work and kept his men at work all the time. LINE UP DANVILLE L. C---------------------Goff and Taylor L. 1. H unenihouse L. G-------------------------------Smith C--------------------------------Cameron (Capt.) R G. _ Dague R- T. Brown R. E---- Johnson Q B. Elliot I • B. Hanke L H. Herbst R R Mathis JACKSONVILLE C— Denny R • 1 • C. Stewart R-G. Killebrew L’ Jackson L. G.-------------------------Mansfield, Reeve “• T. - Rogerson R- E- F. Stewart Q- B. --------------------------- Fuller L. H---------------------------Sorrells, Captain R-H. Day 1 • R- — —---------------Tandy Officials: Cooper, Milliken, referee; Boeder, Millken, I mpire; Gamnerscheiner, Illinois, field Judge; Wan, Cornell, Linesman; C. E. Lawyer, Prof. Rayhill, Time Keepers. JACKSONVILLE WINS FINAL GAME, 16 TO 6 The final game of the football season was played on Thanksgiving day on a field that was thawed out and muddy. The visitors didn’t prove to be the mud hens that we w'ere and so they were defeated. The first quarter of the game u’as almost a joke. It was impossible to gain ground, 13 and where a punt was attempted it only went out 10 to 20 yards. Toward the last of the game the ground began to freeze and several passes were successfully pulled off. The game proved to be quite an interesting one in spite of the weather conditions and field. There was no chance for spectacular playing and the first quarter amounted to nothing, the ball being worked to the center of the field and no scoring was done. In the second half a touch-down by Sorrells was ruled out because he went out of bounds. This was followed by a forward pass to Tandy, who made a touch-down. Sorrells failed to kick goal. In this same quarter Denny made a 20-yard run for a touch-down and Sorrells kicked goal, making the score 11 to 0. Again, in the third quarter, Fuller made a touch-down on a forward pass. Springfield made their touch-down when Locke caught a punt of Day's and made a clean run for score. The last quarter was better than any of the rest as the ground grew harder and made it faster. Thompson, a one armed boy, from Springfield, pulled off some pretty punts in this quarter and he played fine ball. Spring-field was crippled on account of the absence BASKET BALL The Basket ball season will begin December 12th. It is expected that we will have Strawn Hall for our games, the same as last year. Basket ball became very popular last year and there is no reason why it should not continue. There are two fast team men left from last year and several second team men are expected to be in the game. Come out and try to make the team. There is a good opening. Several schools have of Captain Asa, who is the life of their team. LINE UP SPRINGFIELD R. E-------------------------Sternman R. 1.--------------------------Becker R. G.------------------------Thompson C.-------------------------- Hatcher L. G. —----------------------- Jones L. 1 .------------------------ I- ischer C. E:-------------------j-------Glick Q. B.---------------------Arenbuster L. H. Locke R. H. Greening 1 . B.----------------------- Longren JACKSONVILLE R- I'--------------------------Fuller R. T-------------------------------C. Stewart R. G. --------------------- Killebrew C.----------------------------Jackson L. G. Reeve L. I . -------- Rogerson L. E-----------------------------Deem Q. B.-----------------------------F. Stewart L. H. Capt. Sorrells R. H. Day f. B.---------------------------Tandy Referee, Cooper; Umpire, Girton; Field Judge, Thompson; 1 ime Keeper, Rayhill. written for games and it is very probable we will have the district tournament here and the state tournament also. See Olaf, the assassin, in Our Alma Mater. __ ALUMNI Miss Lecie Wyatt, ‘09. and Ralph Hutchinson, ’09, were married Monday evening, 14 November 20, in the presence of the immediate families and a few friends, at the home of the bride's grandparents, on Gol-tra avenue. Miss Wyatt was a prominent person in the musical lines of school and also in student activities. Mr. Hutchinson played on the football team for three years, and took part in two class plays. Mr. and Mrs. Hutchinson will reside on South Diamond Street. Charles Home, '10, is attending the State University at Champaign. Martha Simpson, '10, has a position as stenographer for Principal R O. Stoops, of the Jacksonville High School. Wallace Spink, ’ll, who is attending the University of Kentucky, at Lexington, has won the position of full-back on the football team of that school. There were four competitors for the position, and we are glad to know that a J. H. S. man won the place. We can not forget “Wad’s” wonderful work as full back of our own team and we still remember his 10 and 15-yard gains with two or more of the opposing team hanging on to him. Paul Frank, 10, is attending college at Fulton, Mo. M iss Edith Jordan, ’09, has been teaching at the State School for the Deaf since September, 1910. Irwin Potter, ’07, has given up his position at Farrell’s Bank and is coaching Athe-letics in the Pittsfield High School. THE TRIANGLE CLUB I he 1 riangle Club, a dramatic organization of the Jacksonville, 111., High School, will give its first production of the year on December 12th. 1 he play is a four-act comedy drama entitled ‘Our Alma Mater.’ Fhe Triangle Club is a new departure among the high schools of the state and is in charge of Profs. Cook and Bate of the High School faculty.” Fhe above, copied from the New York Dramatic Mirror, of Nov. 29, should be appreciated by the students of the Jacksonville High School, in that it is a recognition by the leading Dramatic publication of the country. As the Nautilus goes to press all plans are well matured for the presentation of the play and a complete account of the play with the full cast will be given in next month’s issue. TRANSLATIONS Phrases out of a translation called English, of Guy de Maupassant’s tales: Their lips met longly. Between her smile her teeth showed, false, but beautiful. At a door on the floor above, gently, with two fingers, she tapped, opened it, moved back, and, as he entered, silently behind him, closed it. I wouldn’t be a junior, I wouldn’t be a soph, I wouldn’t be a freshman, I would’nt be a prof. This is my one ambition— It shall not be deferred— I want to be a senior And boss the common herd.—Ex. It’s coming! What? Would you really like to know? Why, certainly. Have you the price? Don’t ask me. And you would like me to tell you? Aw, come on with it. Our Alma Mater, December 12, 1911. 15 ILLINOIS COURIER JACKSONVILLE'S LIVE NEWSPAPER Givino- Von TODAY’S NEWS TODAY Delivered to your home for 10c a week. Every day except Sunday D | wearing clothes that are made for anybody have them tailor-made 1 ■ to vour own individual measure it costs no more. Come in to look, not buy, then use your own judgment! Whatever you want for a Suit or Overcoat We have it, $15 to $30 JACKSONVILLE TAILORING CO. 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We leave tomorrow. I don't care to have the neighbors saying that I'm a helpless doll baby. I’ll show them that I can tend a house of my own.” Now listen, dementia ’ quoth her slender, boyish husband, knocking the ashes out into the fireplace, ‘‘I won't let you soil those little white hands tending to a house. And you are too fragile for anything but embroidery. 1 shall speak to your mother about it.” ‘ But, Algy, I do so want to go,” she said, coaxingly. “We can take Angelina and oh it will be just lovely, all alone by our eeney weeney selves.” At this point of the controversy, dementia’s bejewelled and pompous mother strutted in upon the scene. Algy clutched her left pudgy white hand and dementia, her right. It made quite “ahome picture, unless one knew the details of the little domestic-altercation. “Mother,” moaned dementia, tearfully, Algy is just so cruel to me. He quite scolded me a few minutes ago. I want to take those rooms in the Lexingtonian. You know they are furnished and are only two thousand a year. Mumsey, tell him to let me do it. I say Mrs. Scathington-Pless shall not accuse me of being a ‘mama’s girl.’” Mother! cried Algy, uphold me in this. I say the strain of housekeeping will kill our delicately nurtured dementia!” “It won’t,” replied the girl’s mouther, waving them aside and seating her ample self upon an ample leather chair. ‘‘I, too, was delicate and fragile once upon a time,” her small eyes grew misty, “but housekeeping never killed me. I don’t see why you two couldn’t at least try it. I’m perfectly-willing to help you at any time and so is father. I believe that it will be a valuable experience.” “You’re a darling litttle Mumsey.” dementia climbed over the arm of the chair and cuddled her small self down on the capacious lap. It will be beautiful. Algy. I know you will love it. And you will, too. you dear ittv bitty bunch of tweetness of an Angelina.” She scuttled across the room to catch up a big Angora cat that had walked in, majestically waving a plumy tail. “All right, dementia,” sighed Algernon, But I know it will put two more grav hairs into my pompadour. And how dignified they will make you look, laughed his frivolous little wife stroking the purring feline. Then she ran out of the room with a mischievous glance at her perplexed spouse. 1 he next day dawned bright amidst untold confusion at the parental manson. Maid and men-servants bustled around under the leadership of the commanding dementia. A slender, tapering fore-finger pointed this way and that at colored helpers hauling down Sepia and Delft prints from richly adorned walls. I pstairs befnlled and be-capped Frenchies were piling dainty laces and glimmering satins into steamer minks and various other traveling devices. Algy had a decorative smear above one eye. but strode about, blissfully unconscious. Mother, with all due pomposity, trailed after daughter. Father, bald and perspiring. had taken one day otf from the bank to bid his youthful children au revoir. “Are my minks all packed? shouted dementia, some few hours later, rushing up the wide shallow stairs. “The limousine rs here. The pictures have gone and I am ready. Algy. wash that smudge otf your face. Perdita. put Angelina's coat on her. Susanna, my coat, my gloves. my veil, my traveling case, mv smelling salts. my motor cap. Are you ready. Algernon2 Goodbv. Mother. Geodby. Father. Come see us when we get feted up. Good by. Into the spacious car they plunged, dementia held the regal, cat and away they went, chugging thru the crisp pow dered snow. They drew up i;m front of an imposing tfat. climbed out and dashed up the stanrs. Algy was radiant. It was dusky by mow as they entered the half-lit room. The important little Mrs. dementia walked over and switched on the soft green electrolier which shed a soothing light over the richly appointed! library. “Isn't in just too comfy ! ’ she cried, dropping the surprised car and turning to her enraptured husband. You’re right., honey. in's simpliy sermjnps-nous, he replied., catching her suddenly in his arms and placing a resounding kiss on her pouting tips., “And aren’t we going to get along famously::''' she asked, readjusting her tfutf of brown hair.. Just famously. he echoed, unloading his bungling pockets and emptying out cigarette cases, pipes and a regalia of smoking articles. The cat ambled around thrusting an inquiring noise into strange corners. She purred contentedly and settled down by the glow ing fireplace. The place was governed by a watchful janitor, who had carefully-prepared the cozy apartment for the young couple. Another day dawned and Algy and dementia poked around into every crack and creviceof the new home. They were overjoyed at the quiet simplicity of the drning room, they were in ecstasies at the two blue and brass fitted bedrooms, and gave vent to surprised and excited cnes at the white and oak kitchen. [ hate it. dementia, dearest, like thund-er.’’ complained Algy. but I’ve just got to go to work. Goc to make money for you. little woman. It's nine o'clock now and the gov ernor II be sore. Oh. I’ll be perfectly reasonable .about dc. replied dementia, patting his face. “[ know you have to gov but I’d so like to have you spend this one golden day at home. Bait t il have Angelina and I know well nor be lonesome. You hurry home to dinner and IT! have a tine one waiting for you. And supper will be Ideal. Goodby. dear boy. Call me top for a little chat, if you have time. He skipped out with a hasty kiss and dementia was alone. She picked up the Angora and sat down ro study an enormous cook-book. This cooking business was quite a new' experience to her. but she cared not if the muffins at breakfast had been hard and pasty. Oh. I'll learn.” she 4 thought complacently. I can attempt anything.” Meanwhile Angelina had slipped down unnoticed from her mistress’ lap. She walked out the open door into the small square court and eyed the spiral fire-escape speculating!)'. One leap, and the jubilant feline was climbing the twisting steps. Presently dementia came back from her perusal of the culinary arts with a jump. The vacancy on her lap was extremely evident. The beloved cat’s absence was marked. ”Oh. where can she be,” cried the little woman, running out into the hall. Angelina, Angelina, come back to your dementia. Oh, Kitty, Kitty. Kittee. Horrors! She has never been called that way. She doesn’t know what that means. Algy, Algy. why are you not here to assist your poor helpless little w ife.”’ She rushed out into the court looking everywhere, and upon hearing a deep meow, perceived the lost one a story above, looking down with round, yellow eyes thru the spokes in the stairway. No coaxing, no offerings, no anything, could bring the haughty one back to her tearful mistress. She called for the janitor, only to find that he was out.” No dinner awaited the hungry' Algy at noon, and no w ife. He went madly around thru the rooms calling her name out distractedly, and, hearing a muffled answer, found her keeping watch in the court while the disdainful Angelina switched her tail and purred one story above them. ( et her, get her!’ wept Clementia. weeping hysterically and tugging at Algy’s coat tails. I he sweet darling might get dizzy, lose her balance and—and, oh hurry, Algy.” Curses on her!! stormed Algy, pulling off his immaculate coat and craw ling out to the window escape. Up he went, and up went the cat. while Clementia wrung two little helpless hands and moaned aloud. Two. three, four, five, six, seven, eight stories, and out onto the roof went cat and man. while Clementia dropped down w ith a trembling shudder as they faded from view. Back they came, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two. one. and the precious Angelina was thrust with muffled expletives into two waiting arms. Peace was restored, but no dinner. With tears, embraces, promises, kisses. Algy left to appease his hunger at the cafe. And the much weakened little Mrs. Algy went to bed with smelling salts, and icy bandage on her troubled blue eyes. A week, uneventful ’tis true, passed. Angelina’s conduct had been perfect. That evening Clementia. hearing a muffled roaring, went out into the kitchen and came tearing back screaming: Algy, the w'orld’s coming to an end. It’s raining out of the sink. Hold me tight. Algy. I want to die with you and Angel-ina. I ush!” w as the tense reply, and Algernon hurried into the kitchen to see two gaping busted pipes spurting icy water on the clean walls and floor. The room seemed to be sw imming aw ay. But the flow ceased suddenly and the janitor's black face looked in on the shivering couple. “Oh. sah.” he exclaimed. ”Ah knows it s orful. V e II hev to manage sommers. Ah tuhned the watah off an' I spec as how yous’ll hev to vacate fo’ the night. It’ll be in the othah rooms fo’ long.” He left as he came, unexpectedly, leaving two white-faced young people staring at each other with wide open eyes. 5 Back to Mother!” yelled Clementia, running hack, throwing on her furs and bundling the surprised cat into a warm carriage robe. “Come. Algy, never will 1 catch my death of cold by staying in this awful, awful place, (jet on your overcoat and rubbers. We go back tonight.” And the) went, fell upon the broad bosom of mother and father, with patient sighs. The Lexingtonian dropped out of their lives as it had come in, suddenly. And when they drove by that imposing bit of architecture. they turned their faces aside delicately, as visions of fire-escapes and Hooded kitchens arose before them. “OUR ALMA MATER” hew high schools have a dramatic club worthy the name. Soon after school opened in September all juniors and seniors, who expressed an interest in dramatic work, were given an exacting trying-out” before the faculty directors. Messrs. W. G. Bate and A. F. Cook. About thirty qualified for membership. Thus, baptized in the initial glare of the footlights, the infant organization was christened “T he T riangle Club.” Soon small triangular gold pins appeared to designate the embryonic Jeffersons and Ter-rvs. T he club has shown unusual earnestness from the start. After a few week’s of preliminary training, December twelfth was selected for the initial public performance. “Our Alma Mater is a bright comedy depicting a succession of stirring events which comprise the student activities of Harwell College. In the first act a rapidly changing scene is presented on the campus as the upper classmen renew friendships after the summer vacation, slate the student politics for the year, and offer words of wisdom to the new arrivals. T he wily sopohmores make a pretense of study and plan a series of stunts for the unsuspecting freshmen. The social side of college life, with all its attractive glamour, is brilliantly portrayed in the second act by the annual reception at the Kappa Omega Nu Fraternity House. The third act shows the intimate associations and sympathetic interests that have developed from the changing fortunes of student life as the college year nears its close. In the fourth act the busy scene of commencement on the college campus, with the announcement of honors, the adjustment of differences due to keen rivalry, the culmination of petty romances, and the cementing of friendships’ ties at the thought of parting, make a fitting close to a delightful representation of a year of college life. 1'he part of Professor Gaskill, President of Harwell College, and the inveterate chaser of bugs, was well taken ‘ by Everett Weeks, and Minerva, his niece, was charmingly played by Irene Merrill. Edward Bullard, as Bullock Eggleston, the athlete and college hero, and Ross Lemmon, as the saucy, happy-go-lucky Hunker,” were true to life. Arthur Wilkinson did good work in the difficult role of Frank Harley, the reserved student, who was in school for business, and Sylvan Peak made a dashing “society bud.” Fish Forgotson, the Loan Shark, was so disagreeable a character and so well made up, that it seemed quite im- 6 possible to think of him as Glen Skinner of our High School. Mrs. Poore, the landlady. as played by Katherine Hardin, was a second Mrs. Malaprop whose astonishing use of English caused much merriment. Donald Joy, as Tin Star Shine, the village constable, whose life was made miserable by the college boys, was so ridiculous that he brought down the house every time he appeared. Perhaps the part we will longest remember will be that of Olaf Neilson. the big Swede, who was imported by Pull Eggleston to become the Star player on the football team. The adventures of the bewildered Olaf furnished the funniest situations of the play. I oo much praise can scarcely be given Everett Long in the tine manner in which he handled this part. He was the puzzled, kind-hearted Swede from first to last, never yielding to the temptation to over-do the part. I he chorus, which was an addition to the original play, made by Messrs. Bate and Cook, was one of the most pleasing features of the performance. When the nine young ladies appeared, first in middy blouse, black skirts, and scarlet ties, and second in crimson sweaters and bearing tennis racquets and singing ther rolicking songs, we wondered a little that the Jacksonville High School could furnish such a bevy of beauties. I he solo work of Irene Spears was verv well received. I he work of the cast down to the minutest detail showed that an immense amount of drill had been given, for there was an entire absence of that crudeness which is often seen in amateur performances. If The I riangle Club could score such a hit in its first production, we can confidentlv expect great things of the Senior play. Seven hundred people showed their ap- preciation by generous applause the first evening. It was necessary to turn away many from the crowded assembly room, so the play was repeated on the following Friday evening. Notwithstanding numerous rival attractions thatevening, a good audience received the performance with the same genuine approval won the first night. No less successful was the play from the financial standpoint. I he gross receipts amounted to nearly two hundred fifty dollars. No expense was spared in staging the production, a splendid back curtain being purchased and other substantial additions made to the stage property. The net addition to the funds of the students’ association amounted to one hundred sixtv-eight dollars. I he Cast of Characters follows-Bullock Eggleston Edward Bullard 1-rank Harley, a puzzle to the students Arthur Wilkinson Percy Wilkins, a would-be-student Ross Lemmon Professor Gaskill, ()ld Bugs” Everett Weeks Olaf Neilson, Olaf the assassin Everett Long l ish 1-orgotson, a Loan Shark, Glen Skinner Tin Star Shine, Some Constable Donald Joy Gerald Gibbons, a Freshman Harlow' Brown Sandy Parker, Yell Leader, William Allcott Bud Simpson. Sophomore President Ellis Spray L harles Hope, a Sophomore Ellsworth Black James Sanford, a Student Glen Skinner Minerva Gaskill Irene Merrill Ethel Wilkins, a Society bud Sylvan Peak Mrs. Poore, the landlady. Katherine Hardin Jane Hampton, Co-ed Olive Smith 7 Mary Madden, Co-ed Helen Wheeler Anne, the Maid Cynthia Rieck Freshmen Girls Marion Mown. Judith Davis Sophomore Ha .ers Winifred Priest, Leila Smith CHORUS Melba - Irene Spears Marie - Irene Straight Bessie Lucille Johns Vernice - - - Sylvan Peak Alyce - - - Laura Wiswell Carolyn - - - Leila Smith Joyce Helen Wheeler Susanne Lela Struck Fannie - Olive Smiih Accompanist. Lucille Reinbach. Music by High School Orchestra. ATHLETICS ■S g, BASKET BALL The basket ball season started on the 4th and 5th of Jan. when we went to Canton and Ipava. The team lost to Canton and won from Ipava. They showed speed and had good endurance, and with a little coaching and practice ought to make a good record. T he schedule has been completed with the exception of one date, and is as follows: Jan. 4. Canton at Canton. Jan. 5. Ipava at Ipava. Jan 12, Taylorville at Jacksonville. Jan. 19. Springfield at Springfield. Jan. 26, Decatur at Jacksonville. Feb. 2. Open date. heb. 9. Alton at Jacksonville. Feb. 16. Decatur at Decatur. heb. 23-24. District Tournament at Jacksonville. March 1, Griggsville at Jacksonville. March 8-9. State Tournament. March 15. Springfield at Jacksonville. I he men who are trying for places are Tandy. Captain; Fuller, Stewart, Gary. McLaughlin. Smith. Reeve, Boxall. Chip-chase, Hale. Maddox, Cox and Johnson. It is also the plan of the Coach to have class teams, and the girls will also organize a class. CANTON 32. JACKSONVILLE 22 On January 4th the team went to Can' ton for their opening date. T hey had been practicing for about two weeks, when they took the trip, and the first game was a defeat, but they got together and won from Ipava. which made things look better. The team is fast and full of ginger and showed both Canton and Ipava some speed. At Canton the door was covered with canvas, which is hard to play on unless one is used to it. The team played hard and came out of the game feeling none the worse for their struggle. Canton will play a return game and then we will have a chance to come back at them. The line-up for Jacksonville was Tandy, c.; Fuller, rf.; Stewart. If.; Gar-ey, rg.; McLaughlin, lg.; Reeve, sub. J. H. S. 35. IPAVA 28 With the score 16 to 14 at the end of the first half, J. H. S. came back and won from Ipava by a score of 35 to 28. It was the first time Ipava had been defeated on their 8 home floor in three years and the spectators couldn’t stand the pressure. The same was snappy and fast, and the Jacksonville five were in the game all of the time and showed even more pep” than at Canton on the preceding night. Tandy played fine ball for J. H. S.. running six field goals and foul goals. Fuller got four field goals, Stewart 2, Gary 1 and McLaughlin 1. Rose was the star for the Ipava team, he got four field goals and Carter 8 foul goals and Quinlin 4 field goals. The line-up: Ipava—Rose, left guard; Carter, right guard; Quinlin. right forward; Wright, left forward; Watson, center. Jacksonville—Tandy, center; Fuller, right forward; Stewart, left forward; Gary, right guard; McLaughlin, left guard; Reeve, sub. Merrell, Referee. David; Umpire. FOOTBALL BANQUET Among our many friends interested in athletics. Mayor Davis, Postmaster Reeve and Mr. O. E. Tandy were tireless throughout the football season in their efforts to help make a winning team. To show their appreciation of the team’s work, they gave a sumptuous banquet to the ream at the Dunlap Saturday evening, January sixth. Resides the team, the generous hosts included as guets the members of the Board of Education. Mr. Andrew Russel, Dr. Weirich, Superintendent Furr. Principal Stoops, Coach Buland. the able assistant Mr. Carl Richards, Mr. Nichols of the Journal, and Mr. Monroe of the Courier. I he tables were decorated with red carnations, and appropriate place cards were used. Covers were laid for thirty and a faultless menu of six courses was served, hollowing the banquet Mayor Davis called upon the members of the team who, to a man, pledged anew their loyalty to the game. The team will remain practically intact next season, and all united in the promise to train better than ever and thus merit championship honors. All other guests responded in a very happy manner and the feast of mirth and reason continued until near midnight. The expressions of approval of the season’s work by these substantial business men and the earnest pleas made for clean, wholesome young manhood, inspired all present with a determination to make 1912 better in every way than the year just closed. Before adjourning the team expressed their appreciation of their hosts’ generosity and kindly interest by a round of school yells which no doubt startled the sleeping guests of the famous old Dunlap. FOOTBALL SWEATERS Through the generosity of Mr. Andrew Russel the fourteen members of the first football team received handsome maroon sweaters of the latest Spaulding design. 1 he presentation took place on the chapel platform the last morning before the Christmas vacation. Postmaster, J. J. Reeve, made the presentation speech, summing up the achievements of the season as viewed from an enthusiastic supporter on the side lines. Dr. VV. W. Weirich, who gives his services free to the members of all of our athletic teams, was present and also received a sweater, the presentation being made by Captain Sorrells. The student body of the High School deeply appreciate Mr. Russel's generosity and feel honored by his personal interest in the school activities. 9 A TRIBUTE Many a time and many a day Our boys have practiced to win their way For the championship of the I. A. A. Today they stand on the summit proud SOME NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS To cut out smoking every ting but Fatimas. To cut out tasting everything butSchlitz. To cut out all words but my goodness. To cut out studying everything hut my appearance. To cut out going with one girl but all of them. To cut out drawing on Dad ot'tener than once a week. To walk into the study hall quietly hut with heavy steps. To answer all letters, especially from creditors. To go to church everyday hut Sunday. To pray fervently when called upon unexpectedly to recite. To never stall only when it is necessary. To carry text books home each evening and leave them at the Drexel. To visit the Club Rooms” at least once a day. To be polite on every occasion but the right one. To say “Yes. ma’am” to the street car conductors. To be considerate to all dumb animals, especially the tabby cat at home. To greet all barking dogs with a smile. To feed all lean birds which hover around my windows in the morning. Of the hill of fame, while the joyful crowd Proclaim them victors, with voices loud. Garlands of gold For our champions bold. Hooray! hooray! for the boys of J. Heroes, forever and a day. I do hereby resolve to do as 1 have said and set the example of a dutiful and demonstrative young man. EXCHANGES ” I he Nautilus” acknowledges with thanks the receipt of the following exchanges: On Bounds, Montclair Academy, Montclair, N. J. Fhe Recorder, Springfield, Mass. The Ypsi-Sem, Ypsilanti, Mich. l he Q,” Quincy, 111. Fhe Voice of South High. Youngstown. ()hio. Fhe Record, Sioux City, la. Thornburn Thistle, Urbana. III. Fhe Piasa Quill, Alton, 111. I he Distaff. Girls High School, Boston, Mass. High School Fchoes, Tucumcari, N. M. Fhe Sphinx, Belvidere. III. I he Maroon and White, Danville, III. Fhe Crucible, State Teachers’ College, Greely, Col. The Blackburnian, Blackburn College. Carlinville, III. The Messenger, Wichita, Kan. December brings to us the initial number of The Voice of South High.” Retaining its present degree of excellence, we predict a brilliant future for this worthy publication. Here’s to the success of New South High and all her enterprises. The cover design of the “Blackburnian” 10 is excelled by none of our exchanges. Why not make your paper still more attractive by adding a few cuts to it. See if you haven’t an artist somewhere among your number. ‘’High School Echoes, Tucumcari, N. M., is a well edited publication, but why use such small type for so good a paper? Clearer printing would make your paper so much more readable. As usual, “ The Record” leaves little to be desired. The literaty department of the December number is worthy of special comment. The original, spicy locals of the “Q are always enjoyed. In the December number, the Departments and Literary Activities are especially well represented. “The Thornburn Thistle” made its first appearance among us this month. Just one suggestion. ’’Thornburn: Whynotputall of your stories and poems together as a literary department, rather than scatter them through the entire paper? “ I'he Maroon and White” ever retains its standard of excellency. The cuts in the December number are splendid. ”Ypsi-Sem:” An exchange department would add a great deal to your paper. “Distaff: Your paper is one of the best that we have on our exchange list and we especially admire your exchange column. “Piasa Quill:” Come agarn, for we admire you very much, with the exception of your literary department, which might be lengthened a little. On Bounds: “Just a word to the wise is sufficient.” Sarcastic criticisms in the exchange columns will never make friends for any paper or school. WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH? He. You have dashed me into perpetual gloom. She. “Well, you told me to douse the glim. I shall lay all jokes aside, said the minister. as he placed a copy of “Life” on the marble-topped table. I shall take this car home, said little Tommy, picking up his cousin’s toy train. “Do you know what a real crises is?” Yes, a telephone call to go to the theatre and nobody home to button your dress.” “• To kill a mosquito, grab it by the left hind leg, make a noise like a buzz-saw, and the mosquito will die of envy.” The entusiastic girl on the bleachers yelled, “Oh, they are just tearing up our left field.” The enthusiastic reporter on the side lines shouted, “Yes. and just ripping ’em up the back. Pete. 1 love this Thanksging fullness.” l ad. “Yes, but why.” Pete. 1 have the sublime consolation that 1 have one square meal in a year.” An ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness. In the public eye cinders. Can we speak of the Washington cherry tree as “an old wood-cut?” “1 have made a lot of money this year by aeroplane flights.” 1 did’t know that you were an aviator.” “I am not. I am an undertaker.” An old colored lady was sitting, with knees crossed, in the shoe department of a large store, when a young woman clerk stepped up to wait on her. “What size of shoe do you wear, Aunty?” she inquired. 11 THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor- in-Chief Assistant Editor -Business Manager Assistant Manager Faculty Advisor Athletic Editor -Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Athenian Reporter senior Reporter Junior Reporter -sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter Katherine Hardin Irene Merrill Everett Weeks Ellsworth Black A. F. Cook Ed McLaughlin Everett Long Harlow Brown Dorothy Danskin Irene Straight James Kolp Faye Mitchell Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the Jacksonville High School. Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville.Illinois. as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-flve Cents AV ell, honey, I kin wear eights, I generally w ear nines, hut dese yer l'se got on am twelves, and de good Lawd knows dese done hu ts me. Mv wife's a suffragette. At two o’clock in the morning she ll wake up and shout: “I want to vote, I w ant to vote ’ 1 hink of a respectable woman wanting to vote at two o’clock in the morning. “If a body meet a body. Coming thru the hall. If a body kiss a body Need a body bawl Wanted—An artist. One that can draw pictures, water from an empty well and the lucky number in every thing. George held her hand and she held hizn. Soon they hugged and w ent to kizn Ignorant that her pa had rizn: Madder’n hops and simply sizn— Gee, but George went out a w hizn. Happiness is an ever-growing plant Please send me a dozen bulbs. A french lady, living in America, engaged a carpenter to do some work for her at a stipulated price. She was surprised later to find that he had charged her more than the price agreed upon. When she attempted to remonstrate with him she said: “You are dearer to me now than when we first engaged ’ He failed in German, flunked in Chem They heard him softly hiss; “I’d like to find the man who said That ignorance is Bliss. Said a bald-headed man to a waitress bold “See here young lady, my cocoa’s cold! She scornfully answered, I can’t help that. If the blamed thing’s chilly7, put on your hat. A maid with a duster. Once made a great bluster A’ dusting a bust in the hall. And when it was dusted The bust it was busted. The bust now is dust, that is all. Willie(sleepily say ing his prayers)’4 Now' I lay me down to sleep, 1 pray the lord my soul to keep — “If— ’ prompted his mother “If he hollers, let him go. Eenv, Meeny, Miny, Mo. I love your new song, Which one5’’ “ The one called, ’Come up in the air with me. Whv do vou like that5 ” Oh, it’s so aeroplaintive. THE ATHENIAN The Athenian meeting of November 27 was a very interesting one, a special program being given because Thanksgiving was so near. A piano solo was rendered by Edith Hill 32 erby whose musical ability we are all familiar with. The Thanksgiving story was read by Helen Morris and was very interesting. Fay Mitchell sang a very pretty solo which was enjoyed by all. The concluding number was a reading which Ruth Chipchase gave very ably, and in all this special program was one of the most interesting of the year. On December 4th a meeting of the Athenians was held and an interesting program was given. After the business was finished Marion Mowry gave a reading which was followed by a piano duet by Grace Potter and Dorothy Danskin, Last, but not least, was the open debate, in which every member was privileged to take part. The subject was: Resolved—“That an interscholastic debating team composed of three girls is as able to win a decision as a team composed of three boys.” The leaders were Bernice Martin, on the affirmative, and Alice Gunn, on the negative. A goodly number of girls were present and they all seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. ALUMNI Most of the Alumni of our J. H. S. that are attending colleges and universities away from here, and whose homes are here in Jacksonville, spent their Christmas vacation, or at least a part of it in Jacksonville, where they enjoyed meeting and visiting with their friends and what w ere, at one time, schoolmates. The students of J. H' S. are glad at any time to meet or hear from the Alumni, and know w hat it w as that they learned in High School that has been of the most benefit to them afterwards. We are glad when any of our former members can come back and see how- we do things, and if they see w here any improvements can be made to tell us of them, and we'll try and remedy the defects. We also w ish them success in the future and as much pleasure in life as is good for man to obtain. M iss Marie Leek. 06, and Buford Hayden, '((6. were married in Louisiana. December 14. 1911. I he young couple have been good friends since their High School days, and their many friends offer hearty congratulations. Miss Verna Smith. 10, is attending Normal at Bloomington Normal, preparing to teach. M iss Nellie Mendonsa. 07. has a position as Latin teacher in the High School of Dow City. Iowa. EIGHTH GRADE NOTES The eighth grade has greatly enjoyed the numerous instrumental duets and solos given by the different pupils of the class. Mr. Tracy Alexander and Mr. William Allcott came down stairs and led the class in some of the High School yells, and they responded very heartily. I he second football team went to Virginia, the 18th. for a football game. They went out and started to play, but before they fiin-shed a storm came up. They said that whoever left the field first, lost the game. The storm caught up one of the Jacksonville eighth grade boys and blew 13 □ c D C him through the fence hut he was not injured. We are very sorry that Mr. Nichols has not heen with us this month. He has been out in the country isiting the country schools. We sincerely hope that he'll he able to visit us in December and continue his talks on Europe. Wanted—Special cook for Gladys. She won't eat eggs or even ice cream. Wanted—An automobile for Gilbert to bring him to school on time. One, two. three. Three, two. one. Danville's High School is on the bum: tand them on their head, Mand them on their feet; Jacksonville's High bchool can't be beat. One azipa, two azipa. Three azipa, zang1 We got tied, but we don't (Jive a hoble, goble, zip—boom1 hang!! The High School Carnival and Play was greatly enjoyed by many eighth graders. The following Christmas program was given in Chapel the last period on the Friday that school closed for the holidays: Chorus—Christmas Fanfare and Carol ----- School Concert Recitation l he Angel's Message Pupils of English Classes. Vocal Solo - - l’he Manger Babe Elsie Reed Reading—Part 1. Karl and Gretehen's Christmas - - - - Ola DeFraries Piano Solo—Farewell to the Piano - - - - Beethoven Lois Eastman Reading—Part 11. Karl and Gretchens Christmas - Grace VanHouten Chorus — Merry, Merry Christmas Bells ■ School Recitation—The gift he got from Moses Sarah Frances Dietrick Vocal Solo—Angels from the Realms of Glory - Dorothy Kitner Recitation—A Boy's Post-Prandial Chart Joel Crouch Chorus—Christmas - - Scool The Nautilus Editors for December are as follws: Head Editor, Harold Starks, 93.1, No. 1 Ass’t Editors, Gene Coulter. 92.7, No. 1 Carl Tendick. 91.1, No. 2 Estella Pare, 90.9, No. 2 Jas. Douglas, 88.0, No. 9 Ruby Molohon,88.0, No. 9 Allen Smith; 91.7, No. 10 Sarah Dietrick, 92.1, No. 10 Harold Starks, the head editor, has moved to Quincy, and Charles Capps takes his place from one with the next highest average. 92.5. According to L. F. A. Andrew Jackson was a famous soldier who used to whip the Indians in a log cabin. Mr. Nichols has been with us again, we are very glad to say. He is continuing his talks on the Alhambra, which we find very interesting. Dorothy Adams favored us with a vocal solo December 6, which was greatly enjoyed. Marie Corrington also played a piano solo December 12 entitled Silver Stars. M We have been invited up-stairs several times to the Students' Association and have enjoyed the meetings very much. We were glad to have a talk from Mr. Bate the other morning. He spoke to us about the sale of tickets for our “Alma Mater.” Miss H. in Arithmetic class: “How many months in January?” Miss E. in English: “Where did Whit- tier live?” Sleepy Girl: “South East Street. POETRY Now when it comes to rhyming And making meters meet. And lines with just the number Of the required feet, It sometimes makes you wonder What word will come in next: It sort of makes you ponder And closely scan your text. I never was poetical. Yet I’m required to rhyme; I search my brain for something And thereby lose much time; I think, and think, and think again. And still they do not match; I hese slippery, slimy, slushy words, Must have an awful catch. I use the word “consider,” Oh yes, a goodly word; It stands alone, the stranger, While I’m consider’bly bored. Ask Helen Wheeler why “Every little movement has a meaning all its own.” If the Athenian Society were a customhouse, would the girls pay their dues? If Mr. M. uses that pencil so much in the study hall, sixth period. I see where we all le(a)d away. Senior—“1'his English is war!” Soph—“What do you mean?” Senior— 4I)o you know what war is?” Mr. Stoops “What is the main feature of Switzerland?” Pupil - “Cheese.” Smithy ‘If you put in any jokes about me, you’ll have to ‘bail’ me out!” He— Does the Coach always swagger like that.:” She- - No, those are his company manners.’’ Soph—“ There goes a football man.” Junior—“How do you know?” Soph—“ Tousled head, minus tooth, and blushing furiously because the Coach has scolded him. Why is it that the one who most always comments on the Nautilus, is the one who has.never subscribed? Miss B. (In Dorn. Sci.)—“From what do we get Tartaric Acid?” Pupil—“From the drug store.” Freshie “Tell me, wise one, who was Shylock?” Senior -“Fie on thee, dense one, study your Bible.” 1 he one who thinks these jokes are poor Should set a good example, By handing in just one or two, We only need a smple. “Shake your head, George, and see if it rattles.” We notice that our little Glenn is getting very fond of “Olives.” 15 ILLINOIS COURIER JACKSONVILLE’S LIVE NEWSPAPER Ciiviiur You TODAY’S NEWS TODAY Delivered to your home for 10c a week Every day except Sunday | wearing clothes that are made for anybody have them tailor-made I ■ to your own individual measure it costs no more. Come in to look, not boy. then use your own judgment! Whatever you want for a Suit or Overcoat We have it, $15 to $30 .IACKSONMLLE TAIT.ORING CO. REMEMBER- e vwr dallies pressed free � f charge. 232 East State Street E . W. BASSETT JEWELER KODAKS AND SUPPLIES AMATEUR FINISHING DR. 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A woman stood in the doorway, shading her eyes and looking anxiously out over the unruly ocean. A small child clung to her skirts, but she pushed it aside heedlessly and ran to the small broken gate. This woman was Aisla Green-ough, wife of a fisherman, and mistress of the hut. She had left a comfortable country home to share the humble lot of Patsy Greenough,handsome and gallant, but poor in worldy goods. Her face suddenly lighted up as a small catboat danced over the waves and scraped upon the rocks. A man jumped out attired in dripping oilskins. He carried a load of fish that gleamed duskily in the gray light. “Oh, Patsy,” called the woman catching up the child and running towards him, “I thought you never would come. The clouds are threatening, my man. and I would have you by our own fireside. And you worried about me. Ailsa?” he replied, taking the child, “about me who can breast the stormiest wave in my trusty dory?” Yes, but you were not in the dory, you had the fishing boat today. Don’t take such risks.” “I was not far, only up by the Scolding Rock, I kept an eye on the weather.” “The Scolding Rock? Man do you not know that it is the most dangerous place this side of the light-house? Remember the schooner that went down there in the night, last year. Patsy, you take too many risks.” “Oh yes, but bother your dear head no longer, Ailsa, I am here with you now, and little fat Muggins knows his dad is not likely to leave him tonight.” They stood in the small doorway and looked with troubled eyes at the beetling heavens. A storm was slowly approaching, but they couldn’t tell just when it would break. They went inside and Patsy spread his dripping coat over a crude bench before the glowing fire. A crane hung from the fire-place and a tea kettle sang noisily. An odor of boiling fish arose and whetted the man’s keen appetite. He seemed well pleased at the plain substantial meal set before him. They sat down to eat while the small Muggins perched himself on a high stool and laughed at them. His father gave him a crust of bread and laughed as the child pushed it from him. “No bread for him. eh Ailsa?” “Bread?” she replied smiling, No, indeed, our small son is contented only with meat. I’ll get the bones out of this piece and give it to him. Here baby!,” She handed him a small bit of fish which he ate with as much gusto as he had used in refusing the bread. “Wife, I’m worried,” muttered Greenough getting up and walking over to the many paned window. That sky looks treacherous. And they say the liner “Azalea” is due at seven this evening? God help them if they ground near Scolding Rock. Poor souls! My heart goes out to the captain on a night like this. 1 believe I’ll go down to the town and see if they’ve heard or seen anything of them yet.” An ear splitting clap of thunder here broke in,and the young woman clutched his arm supplicatingly. “No, Patsy, not yet. Don’t leave us until the storm is over. You know the lightning makes me so nervous. Dearie, don’t go yet.” “Becalm, wife,” he responded pressing her arm gently, “I might be able to do some good if they should get hung up on the rocks.” “Oh, not that, not that. I can’t think that any misfortune will befall them; please wait and see. Surely they’ll send for you if they need you, dear.” The lightning played about the room, lighting up the faces with a ghastly radiance. The poor frightened baby commenced to whimper and immediatly thetwo turned away from the angry scene to quiet its fears. Great crashes of thunder shook the small house. The mad ocean leaped and threw white-crested waves against the rocky beach. Ailsa shudderedand instinctively clung to the brawny arm of her husband. ”Oh the waves dash and moan like a person,” she cried, “what if the vessel should be lost!” The storm swept madly on. The huge pine trees surrounding the hut dashed their mighty branches upon the frail roof. Darkness fell, Ailsa lighted a pine knot and set it against the wall. The flickering light showed the set faces of the watchers within. Outside the storm whipped hungrily against the door. Suddenly they heard a deep whistle and Patsy looked up with frightened eyes. “What can it be?” murmured Ailsa. “The fog horn. Heaven help them for 1 fear they have struck the rocks. Ailsa, I must go. Where did you put my boots?” They heard voices without, a muffled scraping of feet and a loud rapping at the door of the farther room. A voice called out in the night. “Pat, open the door in Heaven’s name! Pat Greenough.” The door burst in and three dripping men entered. Patsy was hastily pulling on his oilskins. “What is it, John?” cried Ailsa, clutching the sleeve of the nearest man. “What has happened?” “Oh, madame, the ship, “Azalea” has grounded on the Scolding Rock. Oh, God the terror of it, the light house failed them. We are going out in the rescue boats and do our best. Hurry man for Heaven’s sake.” Patsy kissed the baby and whispered softly to Ailsa, “Good By, little woman, it may be forever but God forbid.” “Do your best, my man,” she cried with brimming eyes,” my prayers go with you.” They rushed out of the door into the raging night. The wind threw the door back against the house and almost pulled the frail little woman out with it as she tried to close it. She came back and dropped down in the chair by the table. The child set up a faint whimper, but she seemed oblivious to it. Her lips were moving in silent prayer and her pale face grew luminous in the dancing light. “Oh keep him safe,” she cried, “and watch over the poor sufferers.” 4 The night dragged on, hours passed and Ailsa sat waiting. The poor paby slept with its tired little head dropped on its shoulder. Every few minutes Ailsa walked to the small window and looked out into the darkness. The storm had ceased and a dreadful calm had settled. The breakers struck with a dull thud and presently a moaning wind swept around the house. “Oh keep him safe,” fell from her dry lips as she paced restlessly up and down the well-trodden dirt floor. She walked with her head hent, her twitching hands clasped behind. The wind ceased and the quiet fell like a pall. Ailsa walked to the door straining her eyes for a glimpse of light in the distance. Nothing but darkness, black and grim,met her eye. No sound fell upon her ears but the lapping of the surf. But what was— “A light,” she screamed. “ 1 hey are coming. Oh, Patsy, but how are you coming back to me, my man? All limp or stiff and cold. Baby, baby, your father is coming!” She grabbed the child up and shook it in her terror. “Why do you cry when your father is coming! Do you see the light? They are bringing back your father to you and me.” She watched the light grow larger and larger until the black figures of the men loomed out of the darkness. But what were they carrying? Oh God, what did it mean? Faint and weak she tottered into the cabin and sank into a chair. A fitful wail greeted the men as they laid the lifeless burden upon the rough bed. Ailsa dropped by his side, laid her head upon his heart and shrieked, “He is living, he knows me. Patsy! Patsy!” “Madame your husband is a hero,” replied the sailor. Throuh him wesaved them all. Give thanks to God.” And the grim old weather-beaten Jsailors knelt in silent prayer. Patsy opened his tired eyes and murmured, “Yes, Ailsa, you were right, Scolding Rock is a very dangerous place.” And then he fell into that dreamless sleep from which there is no awakening. THE FACE AT THE WINDOW What is that I see so high. An aerie op’ning in the sky? Is that a face all pinched and blue At the window there? Are those mournful, weeping eyes Do I hear a voice that cries, Do the lips seem black and blue, And the ringlets fair? Where the vulture soaring sweeps, Where the poisoned ivy creeps; Is a sad and wondering face At the window there. But the jagged wall is high And I hear a constant sigh; Falling from that distant place, From a maiden fair. A LULLABY Oh Sleep, little baby, And let the wind howl. Dream sweet, little baby. That’s only an owl It’s calling its children for romping and play; It stays up all night and then sleeps in the day-So close your sweet eyes That are blue as the skies, The small owlet cries, But my baby .so sleepy In slumberland lies. 5 DESPERATE Someone please inspire me. My teachers require me To hand in a Nautilus note. I've studied and pondered. I've frowned and I've wondered. Yet nothing appears in my brain; I've looked and I've listened No bright thought has glistened. My trouble has all been in vain. Two gray hairs are forming I feel others swarming. To whiten my poor fevered brow. My brain: It is teeming My poor eyes are gleaming. But how will that benefit me: I've thought and I've studied. Till these thoughts are muddied. And still I have only begun. For a small compensation. With a bit of elation; I think I would end all this fun. A POEM A maiden true With eyes so blue. Had lovers too And not a few. Her love they’d sue And thought to woo In a day or two As lovers do. But the maiden flew To a cottage new. I’ll leave it to you For I am thru. A SUPPLICATION My memory? My memory! Oh, keep my mem'ry green. And when I flunk. Oh if I flunk. It won't so awful seem. Oh put a check, oh put a check. Into my vacant purse. o when I pay my various dues. I will not have to curse. DEBATING WILL HE WIN? OF COURSE. Seven RAH'S or the debit %-:ei—' After two months grueling work and a series of exciting semi-final and rinal try-outs, the debating teams of 1912 have finally keen chosen. The affirmative team that will contend against the Gem City aggregation on our home platform March 15th. will consist of three boys: Daniel Webster M eeks. one of the lass rears affirmative stars, will this yeat again uphold thus side of the argument. Harold McGiumits. class of 13, will also debate on the affirmative. While unknown to the public because off former appearances, this young Irishman has developed into a ready and fluent talker, with a great aptness for rebuttal] speaking. The third member of the team will be Ellis Spray of the Senior Class. Ppray was a member of the winning teams of W est High: Cleveland. Ohio, lass tear. Spray is a new member of oar high school but has shown marked ability in has arguments. The negative ream will consist of Edward Buullard. Helen Wheeler, and Harlan Williamson. Bullard will be remembered as another veteran off last year's winning contingent who earned -he name of AVharL wind Bull” from his rapidity and aggressiveness in the argument against Springfield. The second member of the team, Helen Wheeler, is a member of the Junior Class and one of this year's developments of the debating squad. Miss Wheeler is possessed of an excellent voice and a convincing style of presentation and without a doubt will uphold the high reputation established by our former girl debators. Harlan Williamson was the surprise of the season. Without former experience in debating, Mr. Williamson captivated the judges with his unusual delivery and pleasing presentation of sound argument. Last but not least, is the team which was chosen to meet the girl's team of Beardstown—High at Beardstown. This team will 'be composed of Leila Struck, Clara Lane, and Sylvan Peak. Miss Struck, a Junior, presented a very excellent aigu-ment in the try-out and delivered it in a manner becoming an experienced debator. Miss Struck is a conservative speaker but carries in her presentation the weight of conviction. Clara Lane, altho a Sophomore, is a veritable machine-gun for handing out fiery arguments. Fire and enthusiasm characterizes her delivery and arguments and she bids well to uphold that end of the argument against Beardstown. Miss Sylvan Peak is a member of the Senior Class, well known to the student body for her ability in public appearance, for her excellent work in Our Alma Mater. The debating season so far has been exceptionally satisfactory. Rumors have come that all our opponents have strong teams. The J. H. S. teams this year are the pick of a larger squad of stronger material than has ever been seen here in the high school. An indication that both sides of the argument will be well upheld is the fact that there were more negative than affirmative victories in the try-outs. With still five weeks of able and efficient coaching yet to be done and the fact that the teams now are in winning shape, there will be no question as to the outcome when our teams meet their opponents on the evening of March 15th. DECLAMATION TRY-OUTS Work in Declamation in the high school is now' well under way and great interest is being shown by the girls in the high school in this branch of literary work. Twent-three students entered the competitive tryout on the afternoon of February 8, and the following ten were selected for training for the local contest to be held April 19th. Jean Jenkinson, Dorothy Cannon. Helen Harney. Grace Hoffman. Ruth Badger, Etha Reeve, Minnie Hoffman, Grace Potter. Mardell McDongall, Floy Crane. These ten will have regular instruction on the art of public speaking until the local contest, and the winner of this contest will represent J. H. S. in the W. I. H. S. contest on May 3rd. Without a doubt J. H.S. will again return the winner in the contest. NEW CONTEST IN PUBLIC SPEAKING An invitation has been nreceived byj. H.S. to enter a contestant in a new public speaking contest to be held at Urbana May 17th. This contest is an extemporaneous speaking contest and J. H. S. will in all probability accept the invitation. 7 CONTESTS IN CLASS WORK Two new contests have been inaugurated this year, one by Mr. Cook in English and the other by Mr. Bate in history. In the English contest, the work consists of locating selection and author and selection from which given “quotations' are taken. The student properly finding the greatest number of the quotations before March 18th ATHENIAN The Athenian Literary society met for first time since Christmas holidays on January twenty second, 1912. The program was changed on account of the illness of some of the girls, but it proved a very-interesting meeting. I. Business— We are very sorry not to have Marian Mowry with us any more. But her place will be capably tilled by Cynthia Rieck. II. Program— 1. Reading—The Unknown Speaker - - - Margaret Richards 2. Piano Solo—Mendelsohn’s Hunting Song - - - Eva Baxter 3. Lecture— Roman Private Life ----- W. G. Bate The Program for February fifth was as follows:— I. Roman Private Life - - W. G. Bate II. Vocal Solo - - - Lura Wiswell III. One Act farce - - Miss Tom Boy Essie Bowen Marie Thomson Ethel Reeve IV. Piano Solo - - - - will receive a prize of five dollars in gold. The work in the other contest consists of the writing of a paper on the subject “Nationalism in the U. S. The student writing the best paper will receive a gold medal. The chief provision in these contests is that no student can compete who has less than an average of 85 per cent in class work for the second semester. TRIANGLE CLUB BANQUET The Triangle Club held its first annual banquet Friday evening, January 19th. We clip the following from the “Daily Courier.” The banquet of the Triangle Club of the high school, which was held in the parlors of the Peacock Inn, was a success in everyway. The sumptuous menu was served in a most creditable style by the management and this in itself was a source of enjoyment to the members of the club. After the banquet had been served, the toastmaster, Mr. W. G. Bate, introduced Edward Bullard, who spoke very interestingly upon the 1 riangle Club and illustrated the benefits derived from the club by its members and the school. In closing he thanked the faculty for the interest and aid given the club by them and also spoke highly of the directors and of their efforts toward the perfection of the club. 1 he next speaker. Miss Irene Straight proclaimed her very excellent talent with a poem which she had composed herself, the title of which wras “On Time.” Miss Straight’s talk was most interesting and carried with it great thought. When the toastmaster called for the next toast, M iss Irene Merrill responded very briefly on the subject of “Make Up,” in which she stated that she was not skilled in Ruth Brown the art of make up, neither in facial nor speeches, and that she was too full for utterance and sat down. Superintendent W. A. Furr was next called upon and spoke in a most interesting manner, from the standpoint of a superintendent, in regard to student activities and the Triangle Club especially. He told of the great value in the teaching of reading, recitation and public address, which are the fruits of the club’s work. In speaking of the success of the club, he emphasized the fact that all the members of the clubs were all eligible to take in any interscholastic activities as far as their standings were concerned. He stated that among the twenty-five members of the club, only three question marks could be found in all their reports. I 'his shows to a marked degree the interest taken by the students in their school work as well as in the club. After Mr. Furr’s address the toastmaster announced that he had discovered the presence of a great phenomenon in the form of a eighteen year-old “lemon” which was still fresh, and called upon Ross Lemmon who talked briefly upon the trials and tribulations of an eighteen-year-old. Miss Helen Wheeler was next called upon to answer to the subject “The Future of the Club,” which she did in a very capable manner. She spoke from a Junior’s standpoint and conveyed the sentiment that the Junior Class looked forward to becoming the mainstays of the club next year and that they would endeavor to carry on the work as well, if not better than has been done this year. The last but not least of the speakers to be called upon to respond to a toast was Prof. A. F. Cook, who talked very interestingly and humorously on the subject “Cues and Miscues.” Mr. Cook illustrated his subject with several short stories which were very interesting. In his closing remarks, the toastmaster proposed a standing toast to the success or their next play which will be staged May 3 in the opera house, under the very efficient handling of the Triangle Club. The play, “ Fhe College Cinderella is a snappy college comedy with plenty of music and chorus work. It is a companion piece to the play Our Alma Mater” and was written along these lines because of the great success of that play. The directors are confident of an even greater success with this production than with “Our Alma Mater.” After the drinking of the toast, they adjourned to Conservatory Hall, where the remainder of the evening was spent in a most pleasurable manner with dancing. ATHLETICS 1 he Basket Ball team have been playing under many difficulties the last few weeks. 1 he personnel of the team has changed until at present time there are only three of the old men left. Gary our star forward, after playing about three weeks was declared ineligible and Fred Stewart our other forward was taken sick and will probably be unable to return to the game this season. After our trip to Springfield, Fuller and Norris drop- 9 ped out leaving the team in a rather crippled condition. Despite all this however, we will finish the season with colors flying if we can get the support of the student body. Everyone who has anything that looks like Basket Ball in his make-up should get out and help pull the team on toward the goal that they have started for. J. H. S. 38-TAYLORVILLE 5 The Jacksonville Five won a one-sided game from Taylorville on January 12. The game was slow and no especially brilliant plays were pulled off. Gary and Tandy did most of the scoring for Jacksonville. The train that brot the Taylorville aggregation was two hours late and they did not arrive until nearly ten o’clock. While waiting for the visitors the preliminary games were called off, the first being between the Freshmen and the Sophomores and the other between the “Weary Willies” of the Y. M. C. A. and the “All-Stars.” The latter was quite an exciting game and many brilliant plays were executed by both teams. The plays of Coach Buland, of the “All-Stars” and Newman, of the “Weary Willies” being most noticeable. When Taylorville arrived they were hustled up to the Armory and it was not long before the game began. It started off with a good deal of snap but the visitors were not in the best of condition and soon it was a runaway. From start to finish there was nothing but Jacksonville. The line up was as follows: Tandy—Center—Lemmons Fuller—B. F.—Skelton Gary—L. F.—Furr Hale—R. G.—Tell McLaughlin—L. G.—Clay Referee—Rogers Taylorville scored one field goal and three foul throws. Jacksonville’s scoring was made by Tandy, Fuller, Gary and McLaughlin. JACKSONVILLE 32-Y. M. C. A. 17 The High School and Y. M. C. A. got together after a period of three years and one of the largest crowds of the year witnessed the battle for supremacy. T he first half proved to be what they were looking for. The “Y’s” started the game with a good deal of “pep” and at the end of the first balf the score stood 16 to 10 in their favor. J. H. S. can come back however and they certainly proved it to the “Y’s” in the second half when they scored twenty points while the “Y’s” were scoring onefoul goal. T he game throughout was exceedingly fast and snappy and was a first class exhibition of basket ball. T he two teams will probably meet again and the game will be even better than before. The “Y’s” are good losers and this is commendable in any team. Capt. Johnson and Newman played a fine game for the “Y’s” while the High School team starred in team work rather than in individual playing. Line up: Tandy— Center—Newman Fuller—R. F.—Osborne Gary—L. F.—Johnson Hale—R. G.—Lemmons McLaughlin—L. G.—Rogers Field Baskets— Jacksonville— Tandy 3, Fuller 2, Gary 5. McLaugnlin 5. Foul Goals—Tandy 2. Field Baskets—Y. M. C. A.—Newman 3, Oshorne 1, Rogers 1, Johnson 2. Foul Goals—Johnson 3. Referee—Merrill, Umpire—Malone. 10 r □ c □ c JACKSONVILLE 13-SPRING-FIELD 26. Our Basket Ball Five went to the Capital city. Friday Jan. 26th. The Springfield boys proved too fast for our team and we met defeat at there hands. The game was fast and snappy but the “out of bounds” on four sides of the floor, at times caused the game to be uninteresting. The score at the end of the first half stood 9 to 6 in favor of Springfield, and it looked as tho we had a chance to win out by a rally in the second half. Springfield came back stronger than before and the score at the end of the last half was 26 to 13. Spring-field comes over here for a return game in March and we will certainly turn the tables at that time. The line-up was l'andy,-center; Norris, and Fuller,- forwards and McLaughlin and Hale-guards. For Spring-field—Page played center, Opel and Schneider, forwards and Frisbee and Catalin, guards. Referee. Rogers. WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH? M rs. Cow: “I’ve got a little hoarse since I saw you last.” Mrs. Pigg. “I thought it was a little calf!” J. H. S.—Just had (to) stall. Student: “Well what is your verdict?” Principal: “Well it is (sus) pending. The man. “You said this would be paying ’less (painless.)” The Dentist. “Fifty cents, please!” Soph: “I’ve heard it said that you seniors certainly cut the mustard.” Senior: “Also classes.” Fresh: “Do you intend to go in for de- bating?” Junior “Certainly! My tongue is limbered up arbitrating with Mr. Buland.” She: “We have studied this year in En- glish-William Shakespeare, Willian Collins, William Jerrold.” William—” He: “So many Weary Willies!” A nom de plume is by no means a willow plume. Some Shake A Spear Productions. Weight for weight (measure for measure.) The Summer’s story (The Winter’s tale.) Roamed about and Judah Yet (Romeo and Juliet.) The Turning of the Screw (Taming of the Shrew.) Midwinters Morn’s dream (Midsummer Night’s dream.) Thirteenth Day (Twelfth Night.) Fights and Acropolis (Titus Andronicus.) T he Storekeeper of Naples (Merchant of Venice.) Ham and Eggs, Princess of Sweden (Hamlet.) Mr. Cook to Smithy: “We need a foot- stool?” Absolutely unnecessary. Mrs. K: “Why don't you sit still, Alma?” A. Wiegand: “Lura’s kicking me.” Poor abused child. Hear Alexander’s Ragtime Feast by John Drydman. N n THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief - - Katherine Hardin Assistant Editor - Irene Merrill Business Manager - • - Everett Weeks Assistant Manager - - Ellsworth Black Faculty Advisor - - - A. F. Cook Athletic Editor Ed McLaughlin Alumni Editor ... Everett Long Exchange Editor - - Harlow Brown Athenian Reporter - - Dorothy Danskin Senior Reporter ... Irene Straight Junior Reporter - James Kolp Sophomore Reporter - - Faye Mitchell Freshman Reporter - - Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the Jacksonville High School. Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville,Illinois, as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-flve Cents POLITE GOSSIP ‘‘Have you heard it?” “No, what?” “It’s all over town.” “Do tell!” Yes, I just couldn't wait to tell you. Why you see I was down to a sewing this afternoon and I got the biggest batch of news. I have had a sore throat all week and haven’t been to school. I hear that Ross and Sylvan are going together thick as hops as usual. Did you hear about the Banquet? Lura was “a girl in a taxi” for Lester came after her. There were more “stags” at that banquet! Isn't that what you call ’em? Oh yes, Smithy has a diamond ring. She wears it on the left hand and it just shines and shines. I wonder if Glenn gave it to her? I declare there’s more excitement up at school. Leila Smith has also a sparkler. It’s a whopper. Wonder where shegot it? I asked her and she said, “It was a gift.” Wasn’t that a cool one? I might have known she didn’t buy it. And Lura has the dearest little breakfast cap. She wore it to the Triangle Club banquet. It’s got lace around it and yellow ribbon. And Ed. Bullard gave the best toast, and Ross Lemmon was eighteen years old the nineteenth of January, an eighteen year old lemon. And Donald Joy’s Triangle Club pin is clear out on the Atlantic coast and Art Wilkinson’s is in Kansas City and—Wait a minute, I’ll take my teeth out and then 1 can talk faster. There, that’s better, Did you hear about Mr. Bate’s frat pin? He said the other day that once upon a time he let it get away from him for six months and when he got it back, he solemnly swore never to let it go again. Mr. Cook said he never intended to let his getaway. Now, I doubt that. And Gladys Farrell has a new dress. It has one of those little dressing sacque tails to it. Oh, yes, I also hear that Ross is going with a little 1911 alumni. What do you think of that? Oh yes, I forgot, Lura is going to sing at Athenian next week. Dear me, there comes Bro. Blank, let me get out. Did you hear about Mr. Cook's toast? It was milk toast, all about an old bossy cow. Dear me, that man’sclear up to the front door, I’ll take the back exit. Goodby. ALUMNI NOTES The engagement of Miss Lena Goebel and Mr. Thomas Miller has been announced recently. Both are of the class of ’08 and took active parts in the school activities at that time. Miss Goebel has visited Europe, and after finishing high school attended Illinois Woman’s College of this city. Mr. Miller is one of our former athletes, and played a good game at football. After finishing high school he attended Chicago University. 12 Henry J. Rogers, ’ll, one of our old football and basket ball men, is attending Brown’s Business College and playing basket ball on the Y. M. C. A. and business college teams. |ay is a valuable man on any athletic team, and the two teams are to be congratulated on having such an excellent player. Lloyd Merrill, ’09 has returned from Fort Collins where he has been working in the chemical labratory of a sugar factory, and has taken up a position at Ehnie’s confectionary. Charles Spruit, '4, is studying medicine at Harvard University. EDITOR’S TABLE A WISE PERSON HAS SAID: “Progress—what is it but an onward move from here to there, out of the wonted groove? Swine to their troughs progress, larks to the sky; whither are we progressing, you and I?” Yes, whither are we progressing? In this great varied worldof ours, what niche do wre fill? Do we hang our heads at the question or can we answer with a feeling of satifac-tion? Great are the problems which are set before us today; but the greatest of all is that of world progress. Progress and speed, they go hand in hand. Sometimes we close our eyes at intervals and wait for the mad whirl to pass. The four-wheeled “Devil-wagon” has speed, oh yes. You frequently hear the question asked “How many horse power is your machine?” Why don’t you say: “How much speed has it?” With that same Devil wagon you can make great progress. You can spin down a fine macadamized road leaving a veil of dust behind at which the wind may marvel. But what intellectual progress are you making? You may chance to wander listlessly into a corner drug-store, pick up an evening paper and read in the scare-heads an inch high— “New discoveries brought to light by the Righte Bros., aeroplanes attain an unheard or rate of speed.” etc., etc. You become fascinated in the article and sigh luxuriously when you think that maybe in the near future you may be flitting about in the air a mile above the sordid world. Yes, you may soar, but where do your aspirations tend? Do they rise up and fade away into the clear ether or do they cling soddenly to this earth of ours? Can you say proudly that they are worthy of the time you give them? Or do you give them any of your time? What progress are you making in your social life? Don’t close your eyes to signs of degradation about you. Don’t shake the hand of any passer-by and murmur thoughtlessly; “Pleased to meet you” or some other sterotvped greeting. Delve far into the inner recesses of life, get the best there is in it. Play a leading part in this comedy of swing and then you can look yourself in the eye and ask,— “What progress have I made?” 13 EXCHANGES The following is our exchange list for December: “The Alpha,” New Bedford, Mass. “High School Echoes,” Tucumcri, N. M. “Recorder, Winchester, Mass. “Piasa Quill,” Alton, 111. “The Voice of South High,” Youngston, Ohio. “The Blackburnian,” Carlinville, HI. “Yipsi-Sem,” Yipsilanti. Mich. “The Record,” Sioux City, la. “The Crucible,” Greely, Col. School Journal,’’ Grove City, Pa. “Inter-Nos,” Aurora, III. “Messenger,” Wichita, Kansas. “The Review,” Streator, 111. Most of the jokes in the “Alpha,” New Bedford, Mass., are exchanges. However, well selected, exhange jokes are never enjoyed as much as those which happen in your own school. A little more originality, Alpha. “ 1 he Messenger, Wichita, Kan., is the only bi-weekly publication in our exchange list. The editors are certainly worthy of praise for the high class paper they are putting out. “The Recorder,” Winchester, Mass., is always enjoyed. The literary department of the December number is exceptionally good. “Inter-Nos.” West Aurora. Illinois, is one of our newsiest exchanges. After reading that paper one almost feels as though he had visited West Aurora High. “ I he Record Winchester, Mass., is a well edited paper, but where are your literary activities? Let usknow what you are doing along that line. LAUGH SOME MORE, PLEASE Mistress—“Mary, wasn’t that gentleman asking for me?” I he new Maid—“No,mum, he described the lady he wanted to see as being about forty, an' I told him it couldn’t be you.” Mistress—“Quite right, my dear, and you shall have an extra afternoon off tomorrow.” 1 he new Maid—’ 1 hankee, mum! Yes mum! 1 told him it couldn’t be you, as you was about fifty.” Mistress— And while you're taking the afternoon off, you’d better look for a new place.”—Ex. SECOND PLACE ou change your heart, ma bell ecoquette As easily as your glove, And I know you’d pine and pout and fret In the chains of a life long love. If we were married, you’d flirt with Jim, Or whoever the man might be; So I’m content you shall marry him— Eorthen you’ll flirt with me.— Ex. Holding a wake, (also a girl.) I he girl: 1 he Professor said this morn- ing that the moon was a dead body.” The man: “Well then, let's sit up with the corpse awhile.” Mrs. De Style— Marie. I shall take one of the children to church with me.” The Maid—“Yes’m.” M rs. De Style— Which one will go best with my new purple gown?”—Ex. It is immoral to cheat at solitaire?” Said she: When are you going to kiss 99 me. “Madam,can I sell you a vacuum cleaner? “No. sir, we havn’t got any vacuums in the house that needs cleaning.”—Home Life. 14 Wife (eying her new extreme model costume.)—l‘I wonder if the hobble skirt is ever going out?” Hubby (also eying the same, with decision.)—“Not with me.” You can’t compare the moon with anything! There’s nothing like it.—Life. Said he: “When it rains, sweetheart.” Oh slush, everybody laff. EIGHTH GRADE NOTES The editors for January are as follows: Estelle Schofield, 93, No. 10 Sarah Frances Dietrick, 93. No. 10 A very rare event occurred in the eighth grade. Three pupils, two girls and one boy tied for the head editorship with an average of 93. They are all from No. 10. It was decided that the one having the highest average in deportment for the year should be head editor. It was found that the two girls had an average of 98 in deportment for the year. The boy had 97 as his average, and it is because of this that we have two head editors. About twenty pupils will leave us to enter the high school in February and about fifty others are coming over from the wards to take up B. class work. We are glad to welcome Harold Starks who moved to Quincy but has returned to our city to be a student of this school again. Our ten weeks of Hygiene ended Jan. 23. The pupils have taken a great deal of interest in the subject and no doubt will be able to remember some practical suggestions. . . . briday, Jan. 19, we were invited up-stairs to the student’s association meeting, where Mr. Stoops told us about the basket ball tickets. Coach Buland came down to the eighth grade Monday afternoon and made a brief speech about the basket ball season and offered tickets to the students at a reduced price, after which his assistants, William Allcott and Homer Reed, were kept busy selling tickets. Mr. Nichols has entertained us regularly every Thursday with talks on his journey to Spain which we enjoyed very much. He is planning to tell us about his journey to Africa next time. We were all greatly pleased to have Miss Hayden return at the opening of school Jan. 8, and resume her work again with us. Teacher:—“How do you pronounce f-a-t-h-e-r.” A sleepy boy—“Feather.” Wanted:—A second hand bed for H. D. of No. 2. Clift says that Noah was a man up in the ark. Wanted a wheel bed for Paul S. to sleep on during study periods. M. N. while giving his morning talk, said “Miss W., I forgot my bottle!” Edward M. has recently put on “peg tops.” Edgar needs a safety catch for his tongue. It takes a Prof, to read Clift’s writing. 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BLACK, ,vl. 1). SURGEON 349 E. State St. Phones No. 85 ILLINOIS PHONE 57 BELL PHONE 92 For Tablets. Pens. Inks. Stationery and School Needs --CALL ON---- The Badger Drug Store Second Door West of Post Office. 235 East State Street — LITERARY SKETCHES THE-AFTER GL O W Pale dying sunlight fell o’er the velvety terrace. Pale yellow glints of light fell slanting across the white winding path, but still more pale and airy was the maiden wandering thru the garden. She stopped occasionally to caress the swaying flowers and smiled faintly as a careless wind blew the nodding ones against her. Annette, clad in misty white, was coming to bid goodnight to the garden and to dream in the after-glow. The flowers seemed to welcome her approach, and a great red rose clung lovingly to her skirts. She gently disengaged it and stroked the velvet petals. A tall white lily bent in greeting and begged to be clipped from its pulsing stem, but Annette passed on. Before her lay the river sparkling and dancing in the twilight. Here and there an unruly wavelet leaped up and fell back with a splash of crimson. Silvered trout jumped with a whirr of gleaming fins, and the dying sun cast red shadows all around. Annette leaned upon the ivy covered stone fence and gazed mournfully at the darkening sky. Streaks of gold and azure mingled with pink and burning red. 1 he sun, an intense ball of fire, hung low above the water. Night birds sent sweet echoing calls to their mates, and an occasional owl broke in with its sharp staccato. The sun sank lower until only a fiery rim shown. A purple mist clung to the water, and with a tremulous sigh, Annette walked back up the path, leaving the afterglow behind her. POPPIES. In the cool dewy morning, Annette with swinging sun-bonnet and sprinkler, walked briskly to the poppy bed. This plat of gorgeous beauties reigned supreme in the magnificent garden. Their one flash of scarlet pointed them out to interested passers-by as monarchs of this fairy flower Kingdom. And they were haughty, were these queenly beauties. They reared their plumy heads majestically and glared contemptuously at modest English violets resting in their heavy blue-green leaves. They never granted the stately lillies a smile, and only conceded a glance of pleasure to the flaming roses. Annette stepped before them and at once they were all attention. She loved the vain poppies, they seemed so human. In the dazzling morning light, their petals shown with an almost metallic luster. Great flecks of black spotted their smooth skin, and as Annette dashed the cool, clear water over them, they seemed to lift their heads more proudly and stand more erect before the slender girl. Great was the contrast. Annette seemed but a spiritual thought blown among them. Her pale beauty was almost eclipsed when among the poppies. But she knelt by each plant, lovingly tak- ing away the unnecessary leaves. And as her human fingers touched them, these proud dames of the flower kingdom seemed to cringe. But Annette was kind. She left each lady nodding on her stem and walked away with a sweet passing smile for her friends, the poppies. BUTTERFLIES. The beech woods beckoned and Annette followed. She seemed to float airily along between the white trunks, a mere object in the quiet solemnity of the forest. Mossy paths and softly speaking leaves seemed to lure her on. Her small feet scarcely rested on the soft cool turf, and no sound but bird twitterings broke in upon the stillness. Thru the dusky quiet a clear blue sky stood as a checkered background. Small white clouds danced gaily on the horizon, but there reigned a feeling of peace and love in the beech woods. Great many-colored butterflies flitted among the shadows and clung caressingly to the white bark. Soft-buzzing bees winged slowly by and alighted on some obscure flower. Annette dropped down on the moss and looked quickly around, drinking into her sweet young heart the joys of nature. A yellow butterfly lit on her golden hair and seemed but another fleck of light upon its brightness. A big black-winged fellow clung to her warm pink fingers, while a handsome regal moth nestled in the fold of her soft white sleeve, She was roaming with the creatures she loved and a calm radiance shown from her darkly-fringed eyes. Cooing birds hopped before her and looked at her with sharp black eyes, unafraid. Even the trees seemed to feel her presence. A long swaying branch swept her glowing cheek with a faint caress. A low-sung zephyr danced thru the beech woods, sending a long, quivering murmur thru the leaves and flowers. The breeze fell and Annette still sat dreaming with her butterifles. MARBLE HALLS. Cold and bare shown the walls of the ancestral mansion. Marble pillars, carved and unyielding held the frescoed ceiling. Cold marble floors, shining and rugless lay all around. Long tapestried seats and benches broke in upon the rigid simplicity of the rooms. A soft summer breeze blew thru the chill hall as Annette walked in, bringing the summer into this wintry interior. She danced gaily along, singing a pastoral melody and walked up to the stiff row of portraits on the eastern wall. The song died on her lips and a faint pucker appeared on her smooth brow. She always felt, weighted wfith an unseen dignity when she stood before these haughty and severe gentlemen. And these were her ancestors, these were the great-great aunts, the great-great-uncles of this fairy maid, with alternate laughing and mournful eyes. One lady seemed more benignant than the rest. Annette always said she smiled at her, but we won’t discuss that. However, she sat clothed in her resplendent satins and jewels, with her stately head tilted just the least little bit on one side. A snowy pompadour rose above her noble expanse of forehead and if one looked closely, they might discover a little triangular patch of black at one corner of her curving mouth. That is why Annette said she smiled. Another austere madame glowered and scowled at the timid girl. No one ever 4 dared to hint at a smile in this grim lady’s presence. Piercing black eyes narrowed and frowned above a highly arched patrician nose. Annette shrugged her slim shoulders rather disdainfully and passed on to the next. “What were they,” she asked herself jokingly, but a group of painted ladies who could only threaten from their wide gold frames?” With another little shrug, she skipped on and out thru the wide door to the terrace, where a smiling sun livened the day. Stretching her arms to the brightness without, she murmured, “1 don’t like pictures,” THE CYCLOPS SPEAK. CAST OF CHARACTERS, Josiah Starnes, Sheriff. j Ezra Gross, Deputy Sheriff The Cyclops. Cyrus Wexel, Constable ) Mr. P. T. H. Rugglesby - Fond Father. Mrs. P. T. H. Rugglesby, Doting Mother-Tad (William) Rugglesby, Prankish Youngster. Spots (Hugh) Trenton Tad’s Chum. Harold Otis (otherwise “Oatsy,” )Their Good Friend. Cleopatra - The Mouse-colored Cat. Act I. (Sitting room at the Rugglesby home). (Mrs. R., knitting. Mr. R., reading. Fad, idle.) Fad. Maw! Mrs. R. What, darling? Tad. Kin I have a quarter? Mr. R. Well, William, and what do you want with a quarter, pray tell? Mrs. R. Please let the dear boy finish. What do you want with a quarter, darling? Tad. Aw, I want to buy something. Mr. and Mrs. R. (together). What? l ad. Aw, somethin,’ Mr. R. (hastily). Can’t you answer your mother? Mrs. R., (with asperity). Can’t you answer your father? Fad. Well, a pair of scissors. Mr. R. What do you want with a pair of scissors? Tad I want to cut out paper dolls. Mrs. R. Honey! Mother will cut them out for you. Tad. Naw, 1 want to! Mr. R. My son, you speak like a baby and you are twelve years old. Mrs. R. (Kissing him). Well, he is my own precious baby boy, and he shall have his quarter. (Curtain). Act II. (Tad Rugglesby, Spots Trenton and Oatsy, in secret converse). 'Fad. Friends, Romans, countrymen, I have it! Spots. Whatcher got? Oatsy. Huh? Fad. The quarter. Spots and Oatsy. Oh chee! aint that great? Now what shall we do with it? Fad. Where’s your mem’ry? Goin’ to buy rope with it. Meet me to night at the Split Elum and we’ll fix up the doity deed. Are you willin’? Here, sign in blood! (He draw's from his pocket a small bottle of liquid, presumably chicken blood). Exeunt. Act III. (The Cyclops in Session). Josiah Starnes. They has been enough of this tom-foolery in this yer neighborhood. 5 We be all self-respectin’ people, and yet we are din}! donged day and night with a gang of town hoys what claims to be sons of decent citizens. Only this 'ere mornin I spied Rugglesby’s mouse-colored cat with a red tomato can a’hangin' to her tail. It s gotter cease! Ezra Gross (firmly). It’s gotter cease. Cyrus Wexel (nodding his chin whiskers). It’s gotter cease. Josiah Starnes. Yes, and how’ll it cease till we discover the evil doers? We’ll have to post ourselves and watch for the varmints. LastThursday come a week, 1 seen Jones’s spotted cow tied to the public well. As law-abidin’ citizens, how can we countenance it? We can’t! Ezra Grass (excitedly.) We can’t! ! Cyrus Wexel. We can’t!! ! ! Josiah Starns. By Gum, comrades, Iv’e got a clew! I seen as how a fire had been kindled by the Split Elum last night. Meet me thar tonight and we’ll nab the miscreants. We’ll lie low and get next to all their schemin’. 1 think as how that William Rugglesby is at the foot of all this. We’ll listen. He talks so loud, you kin hear him whisper to the square. Will you be thar? Ezra Gross solemnly.) We’ll be thar. Cyrus Wexel. We’ll be thar. (Exuent all, Starnes in the lead). Act IV. (Time — 9:30 P. M.—Place, Split Elm. firstly, three boys and a mule. In the background, dim outline of three be-whiskered gentlemen, the Cyclops). Tad (to the front). Comrades, we are here assembled for the sole purpose of declaiming our scorn for all authority. We have here an animal, a goodly animal, which we will tie boldly to the villainous Starnes’s door. (Grunt from the back-ground). Tad (suspiciously). Did anyone speak? Nods of dissent). Tad. Then I will continue. Have we not been down-trodden and meek? Is there one among us who will decide otherwise? Did I hear a voice? Then we will proceed with the regular business before reeking our venjents on the hotty ones. What shall we tomorrow do? Oatsy. Mr. Chairman. Pad. Mr. Otis, gentlemen of the jury. Oatsy. I move you that we remove Cyrus Wexel’s fence. (Grunt from the back-ground.) Tad. Did I hear a second to that motion? Spots Trenton. I second that motion, Mr. Rugglesby, I mean chair-man. Tad. Mr. Trenton, look up your rules on parliamentary speakin’. 1 hen let us proceed with tonight’s business. The motion has been moved and seconded. All in favor give the usual sign. (They spit solemnly upon the ground while the mule paws vioentlv). Tad. Good donkey! He can’t spit, so he paws. Come, the motion is carried. (The procession moves up the lane, three bent figures are in pursuit. They reach Starnes’ door, and as they are tying the animal to the knob, each boy is grasped firmly from behind). Starnes. I hev ye! Wexel. 1 hev ye! ! Gross. I hev ye! ! ! Starnes, (shaking the culprit). Now, my fine young gentlemen, what have ye to say for yerselves? Nice trick we caught you at. 6 Come, we will discuss this at length with your father. (Exeunt each man, a hoy by the ear). Act. V. (Same as Act I. Mr. and Mrs. Rug-glesby reading quietly. Mrs. R. looks up anxiously.) Mrs. R. Where is William? He has not returned yet. Mr. R. I don’t know, my dear. 1 sent him down to Jenkins’ for a plug of chewing tobacco and he hasn’t returned yet). (A knock at the door. Mr. R. opens it and in come the Cyclops with the three boys in tow. Mrs. R. screams and covers her eyes with her hands). Starnes. Yes sir, we caught ’em with the goods on ’em. Mr. R. Mr. Starnes, I sent my son after that chewin’ tobacco and gave him the money to pay for it. (Starnes explains the situation in detail. Mrs. R. falls back in her chair and looks dumblv at her son William). Starnes. I’ll tell ye, Mr. Rugglesby, we won’t be too hard on the boy. Five dollars apiece will fix things up all right with us. Won’t it, friends? Gross. Yes! Wexel. Yes! ! (Mr. R. hands over three crisp bills with a sour visage and after they all leave, he confronts Tad menacingly). Mr. R. What have you to say for your- Tad. Nothin’? Mrs. R. Don’t be too hard on him! Mr. R. Mrs. Rugglesby, will you please keep out of this? Willyum, where is that quarter? T ad (disconsolately). Gone for rope! Mr. and Mrs. R. For rope? l ad (glumlv). Fer the mule. Mr. R. Come here, my son. Mrs. R., where is that new hair brush? Mrs. R. On my dresser. Oh, oh, oh, don’t be too hard on him. ( Fad is dragged from the room with exclamations and tears. Mrs. R. falls across the table weepinglv). Mrs. R. Oh William, how could you? (Curtain). THE NYMPH AND THE MAN. Summer had blossomed forth in all of its Solomon-like glory. Flowers bloomed riotously by wayside paths, and in wonderful gardens. And dust? Oh yes, there was dust. It swept in eddying circles, and clothed each weary passer-by with a warm gray mantle. As Bronx Hathergill plodded slowly down the road, he raved inwardly at the so-called beauties and richness of sum mer. Spoke he thusly, “Some pothering soulless idiot concocted all that breezy jargon. Oh, for the old oaken bucket with which to refresh this unceasing thirst. Oh summer, thou who crownest the earth with richest splendor, give me a drink.” The unresponsive path led on and Bronx followed. He mopped his damp brow patiently and walked stolidly on. But what lay before him? Oh wonder of wonders, had he lost his few remaining wits, and was he seeing the gladsome sight in a dream? Had the torture of the heat befogged his brain and reduced him to this? But no, it was no dream. Sheltered by bending willows was a fountain, and such a fountain. A great round basin of marble held the 7 sweet sinking water. A marble figure of a tennder maiden held a great bending flower, out of which the bubbling water flowed into the basin. Bronx strode quickly on, took a few gasping swallows and fell limply into a stone seat, soft with ivy and appealing to the tired wanderer. A sweet voice broke in upon the silence. “So tired, my friend? Horrors, new horrors! Bronx stared around in dismay, only to look straight into the eyes of the laughing maid holding the marble chalice. More horrors! She tipped her dainty head to one side and laughed merrily. Her pure white, Grecian face glowed, and her bright eyes seemed to laugh defiance at him. “I beg your pardon Miss-er-lady, you know,” he stammered wildly, but please tell me why you speak to me. 1-er-wasn't aware, you know, that statues were gifted with the power of speech. A laugh faint and sweet was the response. The flower chalice gave a sudden dip and splashed him with a spray of sparkling water. “See here,” he cried, moving to the other end of the bench, I’m dreaming and if you soak me anymore, I’m liable to wake up. “Oh, a thousand pardons,” murmured the figure deprecatingly, “a mere over-sight, I assure you. Yes, that’s all right,” replied the now interested young man, but tell me who you are.” “I’m called the Nymph of the Fountain,” she replieddolefully, “and here must I stand and refresh the thirsty until some brave man rescues me.” Ha, I have a noble inspiration, Nymph, I’ll do it and take you back as Mrs - er— please accept my card.” But the Nymph only smiled sadly and drew further away from him. “Let me but kiss your hand,” he plead. “And be splashed again?” she reminded him, coyly. “Well, but what must I do to save you?” “Stand there,” she replied, and close your eyes for fifteen minutes.” Bronx started to do as she had bidden him. A great wetness seemed to fall upon him and as the dreamer opened his eyes sleepily he found, to his horror, that a brisk summer shower was descending on his unprotected self, and his position on the stone bench was extremely cramped, owing to his hour’s nap. With a startled glance, he perceived the fountain . A cold marble nymph held the flower erectly, and gazed with wide unseeing eyes out past him. “I’m hoodooed,” he muttered savagely, “I’m such a tommy-rotter of a dreamer. I told that guy I didn’t want welsh rarebit for dinner. Here’s where I make my get-away to the nearest farm house.” Exit the hero of this wondrous tale. DREAMS. He in whose steps of memory treads Pauses, reflects o’er each new day, Looks back into the mirror dim. Wondering and saddened with each glance. Happiness vanished at a stroke Of some mysterious hand? Hopeless regrets and visions lost fore’er Never regained, yet lost e’er won. Blithesome the hours when pleasure reigned, Happy, yet sad in beauteous wealth. Sweetly a veil of hope falls o’er, Covering the faults which lie long dead. Oft when the curtains of the night, 8 Hover in solemn peace of dreaming days, Comes the sweet thoughts of that to come In that bright day that knows no end. GEMS. Cold were her eyes in the dim firelight, A brightness gleamed in her hair; Her clear eyes glowed with a faint delight, A diamond gleamed on this fair, Cold lady. A stillness, vague, depressing, Fell around her. A mist, ’twas then oppressing Thus had bound her. Ropes of pearls clung round her throat, ’Broidered pearls festooned the coat. Of this dream lady. A ruby dark’ning and dull Lit up her waxen face. Rubies misty and dim Shone from the priceless lace Of this proud lady. DEBATING To say that the outlook for debating this year is most hopeful is stating it mildly. There is absolutely no chance of defeat. The affirmative team, composed of Everett Weeks, Ellis Spray and Harold McGinnis, debate Quincy in this city. The negative team which consists of Edward Bullard, Helen Wheeler and Harlan Williamson, goes to Springfield to debate Springfield the same night. Clara Lane, Sylvan Peak and Leila Struck, make up the girls’ team, w'hich goes to Beardstown the 22nd. A Nautilus reporter, in interviewing the busy members of the teams, succeeded in obtaining the following statements. The next events on the school calendar are the debates. A successful basket-ball season is now practically closed, so let us give our attention solely to debating for the next week, at least. We have every reason to believe that three victories will result from the three scheduled debates, namely: the annual Trileague debate and the girls contest with Beardstown High. In connection with this, I wish to emphasize the point that a victory of a team is nothing unless that team is the 9 school. That team can be the school only if the student body shows their interest in the work and efforts of the team representing them. We want to feel that interest, and must feel it, in order to put forth our best in debating. You all remember our spectacular victory over Quincy two years ago. You remember how enthusiasm was aroused at least two weeks before the date itself, and how this enthusiasm reached its highest pitch when Beauchamp made the closing rebuttal that cinched the victory. Now there is no reason whatever why we cannot repeat this. I can assure you that the home team is inferior in no way to the team of two years ago. 1 know this becauue I debate against them every evening. You certainly have no reason to be anything but proud of them. As for Springfield and Beardstown debates, all I have to say is that every one of us are determined to win, and will win, if we feel we are debating in the interests of J. H.S. and not for ourselves alone.— Bullard. The prospects for a most successful year in debating were never brighter than they are this season for J. H. S. Even tho’ we have only three members on the teams who have had any previous experience in debaring, the new members have entered into the work with all the zeal and earnestness of experienced debators. When we go to Springfield to meet the Capitol City team we will be satisfied only by bringing home the laurels. When we receive Quincy’s attack at Jacksonville we feel that we will be able to defend ourselves from the Gem City team. And when we go to Beardstown our only thot will be to make another addition to Jacksonville’s record of victories.—Weeks. Under the capable instruction of Prof. W. G. Bate we have made fine progress. We of the affirmative can hardly wait for the 15th. While not wishing to prophesy what we will do to Quincy we, of course, have our own ideas. Honestly, if we lose that debate (I am not expecting that calamity to happen) I will be ashamed to look an Irishman in the face. Whether Jacksonville wins or loses, we can safely assure the public a good debate, and one well worth listening to.—“Ginney.” I suppose that I will have some time with five boys on the platform, but nevertheless I am going to uphold the Jacksonville record. We will show the Springfield debaters something, and they will have no cinch just because J. H. S. is unfortunate enuf to have a girl on the team going over.— Helen Wheeler. l'he Springfield fight is coming soon, First—Basket-Ball and then debate. Yes, we’ll sweep the Armory floor— Springfield always just too late, Then at the Capitol, that same night, Jacksonville will win some more; Decision unanimous—oh delight! Maybe old Springfield won’t be sore.— Williamson. The debate here should be the best of all. The long-standing rivalry between Ouincy High and Jacksonville will naturally create a keen interest in the outcome. Quincy is sending three of last year’s debaters against us. We have been working hard, and if the school will support the team, I think that we can easily assure you that last year’s result will be reversed. At any rate there will be something doing here March 15th, that will be rather interesting.—Spray. Are we downhearted?—No! 10 Will we win?—Yes! ! Will we lose? No!!! The chances for victory were never better. We have a good subject and an outline of argument on both sides of the question that will take an extraordinary team to get around. We are working hard on the presentation of those arguments under the instruction of Mr. Bate and Mr. Cook and Miss Kate Brown. Now what we need, is the enthusiasm of our fellow students, and the support of the entire student body. Without this, we can do nothing. So get out J. H. S. and boost for all you are worth.—Clara E. Lane. M any think debating is a “snap,’ but I have found from sad experience that it is far from a “snap.” We are working hard, and with the support of the school, expect to win the debate in Beardstown.—Sylvan 1. Peak. A debate is anything but a “joke” and Beardstown’s goat will have to get an early start for it’s re-butt-al if it hopes to keep it’s beard from being trimmed the night of the 22nd. We shall try to take the town as well as the beard, in order to secure three visitors within the gates, viz., the judges.— Leila Struck. You want me to say something about the prospects, I suppose. Well, it is pretty hard to make any forecasts in debating, but I do not think that our prospects for winning were ever better than they are this year. I am very proud of the showing that the squad, as a whole, has made this year. Now, just a little about the teams. In my opinion, we have three very well balanced teams. Tho’ most of the members are new material they have all shown marked ability. Every member of the team has worked hard and faithfully, and if effort on their part merits winning, we will certainly get the decisions. The high school should be proud of these people and my sincerest wish is that the de haters will get all the credit that is due them, that the school will back them up, and I will vouch that they will bring credit and glory to J. H. S.—W. G. Bate. No one is better able to judge the teams than Mr. Bate. His remarks prove that the optimistic views of the debators as to the outcome of the debates are not without a firm foundation. ATHLETICS BASKET BALL The Basket Ball enthusiasts had quite a treat along the line of Basket Ball on leb. 23 and 24, when the District Tournament was held here. The Tournament was a grand success in many ways. It 'was managed perfectly by Principal Stoops and Wm. Allcott, and the games were played in good time, due to the referee and umpire, Mr. Storm and Mr. Tenny, of Decatur. Sixteen teams were entered in the Tournament, and were all well supported. A spirit of friendly rivalry and enthusiasm was displayed by every one connected with the tournament. Pittsfield was especially strong in the tournament, due to their loyal bunch of both “rooters” and “players. The Canton team won the championship, 11 THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief - - Katherine Hardin Assistant Editor - Irene Merrill Business Manager - • - Everett Weeks Assistant Manager - - Ellsworth Black Faculty Advisor ... a. F. Cook Athletic Editor - Ed. McLaughlin Alumni Editor - - - Everett Long Exchange Editor - - Harlow Brown Athenian Reporter - - Dorothy Danskin Senior Reporter ... Irene Straight Junior Reporter - James Kolp Sophomore Reporter - - Faye Mitchell Freshman Reporter - - Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the __________Jacksonville High School._______ Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville,Illinois, as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-five Cents and everyone was glad to see them win, because of their good record. They had to work hard enough to get the tournament, and surely deserved it. We only hope they will have as good luck at the State Tournament when they represent this district. The Tournament was as follows: Friday Afternoon'and Night. Jacksonville, 38; Petersburg, 10. The first game to be pulled off was between Petersburg and Jacksonville. Tandy was easily the star of the contest and Coach Buland took occasion to put in a number of his second team men. The score at the end of the first half was 13 to 4 in favor of the locals. The lineups follow: Jacksonville—Tandy, c; Stewart, If; Frey, rf; McLaughlin, rg; Hale, lg; Boxell. If; Smith, rg. Maddox, rf; Ferris, lg. Petersburg—Winterbauer, c; Power, rf; Deichman, If; Haller, rg; Johnston, lg. Field goals, Tandy, 8; Stewart, 3; Frey, 5; McLaughlin, 1, Power 1; Foul goals, Tandy 3; Winterbauer, 3; Johnston. 3. Barry, 13; Carthage, 63. Barry—Lawson, c; Dresh. rf; Phenningar, If; Odian, rg; Stroecheker, lg; Padgett, If. Carthage—Stevenson, c; Byers, rf; Clark, If; Westfall, rg; Coppen, lg. Manchester, 17; Havanna. 29. Manchester—Gruenwalt, c; Hicks, rf; Robson, If; Mehroff, rg; Goodall, lg. Havana—Marshall, c; McFadden, rf; Curlee. If; Caldwell, rg; Weimer, lg. Greenfield, 20; Litchfield, 55. Greenfield—Kessinger, c; Keemer, rf; Holmes, If; Foster, rg; Mitchell, lg. Litchfield—Duncan, c; Bray, rf; Keese, If, Christy, rg; Glassaway, lg. Virginia, 23; Quincy, 26. Virginia—Cooper, c, Hankel, rf, McLaughlin, If; Knight, rg; Rexroat, lg; Hill, If. Quincy—Meyer, c; Decker, rf; Summers, If; Emery, rg; Merkle, lg; Wheeler, lg. Griggsville, 17; Canton, 38. Griggsaille—Groves, c; Shoemaker, rf; Wade, lg; Farrand, rg; Anderson, lg. Canton—Stevenson, c; Eyerly, rf; Twing, If; Reed, rg; Stickler, lg; Walker, If; Waller, If; Regan, lg; Eklon, If. White Hall, 24; Ipava, 57. White Hall—Marrow, c; Richart, rf; Trunnels, If Marshall, rg; Kirgan, lg. Ipava—Wilson, c; Carter, rg; Quillin, If: Robinson, rg; Rose, lg. Pittsfield, 38; Mt. Sterling, 18. Pittsfield—Waters, c; Barber, rf; Hans-come, If; Rush, rg; Scott, lg; Kelly, rg; Carey, lg; Pringle, c; Lintel, rf. Mt. Sterling —Hundle, c; Butler, rf,Turner, If; Groce, rg; Ivens, lg. Saturday Morning J. H. S., 30; Carthage, 39. Jacksonyilles’ hopes for the championship 12 r were lost Saturday morning when Carthage beat them 39 to 30. J. H. S. is used to playing a rough game, which proved mighty costly to them. Tandy played the star game for J. H. S. Line up, J. H. S.— Tandy, center; Fry and Stuart, forwards; McLaughlin and Hale, guards. Carthage—Stevenson, center; Meyers and Clark, forwards; Westfall and Coopen, guards. Litchfield. 38; Havana, 26. Litchfield—Hitch, center: Bray and Rees, forwards. Christy and Gassaway, Guards. Canton, 39; Quincy, 12. Canton—Stevenson, center; Eyerly and Eklon, forwards; Reed and Regan, guards Quine)—Merkle, center; Decker and Meyer, forwards; Killow and Emery, guards. Pittsfield, 29; Ipava; 22. Pittsfield—Pringle, center; Lintel and Hanscome, forwards; Kelly, Carey and Scott, guards. Se m i-fi n al s—Sat u rd ay Afte rnoon. Litchfield, 25; Carthage, 19. Litchfield —Duncan, center Bray and Keese, forwards; Christy and Gassaway, guards. Carthage—Stevenson, center; Byers and Clark, forwards; Westfall and Coppen, guards. Scores — FieldGoals—Duncan. 4. Bray, 4. Keese. 2, Stevenson. 1, Clark. 5, Byers. 1. Foul Goal—Keese. 5, Claik. 5. Canton. 31; Pittsfield, 22. Probably the game tha: was looked forward to with the most interest, was the one where Canton and Pittsfield came together in the semi-finals. Both teams were strong, and both wrere after the championship. They also had good records, and saw no reason why they couldn’t win. The game proved to be the most exciting in the tournament, and Canton proved herself the better. The Canton team had excellent team work, combined with the star work of their captain, Eklon. Line ups, Canton—Eklon, center, Waller and Eyerly, forwards; Reed and Regan, guards. Pittsfield—Pringle, center, Lintel and Hanscome, forwards; Kelly and Scott, guards. Scores- Field goals—Eklon, 3; Waters, 5; Eyerly, 4; Reee, 2; Pringle, 1; Lintel, 3; Hanscome, 2; Kelly, 3. Foul Goals—Eklon, 3; Pringle 4. Canton, 25; Litchfield, 13. Championship Game, Saturday Night. Canton and Litchfield met in the finals, and gave a fine exhibition of Basket Ball. Both of the teams were tired, and there were no especially brilliant plays. Eklon was the star of the team, but was unable to play because of an injury received in the Pittsfield game. The Canton team seemed to miss him but, at the same time, put up a fine game, and won out. Line up. Canton—Eyerly and Weller, forwards; Stevenson center; Reed and Regan, guards. Litchfield — Duncan, center; Keese and Bray, forwards: Christy and Callaway guards. Scores—Eyerly, 6: Weller, 6; Duncan. 1; Brav, 2; Reese. 1. Foul Goals—Eyerly, 13; Reese. 5. We had the largest attendance and gate 13 receipts of any of the District Tournaments. An all star team was picked, and was as follows: Center—Tandy—Jacksonville. Right forward—Eklon—Canton. Left forward—Keese—Litchfield. Right guard—Kelly—Pittsfield. Left guard—Reed—Canton. The management of the Tournament was as follows: Manager—R. O. Stoops. Assistant Manager—Wm. Allcott. Referee—Storm. Umpire—Lenny. Score Keeper—W. G. Bate. Time keeper—A. G. Cook. EXCHANGES The following are the exchanges received for the month of February. “The Piasa Quill,” Alton, 111. “The Blackburnian, ’ Carlinville, 111. “The Record,’ Sioux City, la. “The Review,-’ Streator, 111. “T'ortene, Seattle, Wash. “Red and Black,” Wendell Phillips High School, Chicago, III. “The Sphinx,’ Belvidere, 111. “The School Journal, ’ Grove City, Pa. “The Crucible;’’ Greely, Col. “High School Echoes,’’ Tucumcari, N. M. The commencement number of the “Red and Black,” Wendell Phillips H. S., Chicago, is a masterpiece of school journalism. Every department is well taken care of, and the paper, as a whole, is practically above criticism. The two cartoons are especially clever. Our only new exchange this month is the “Review, Streator, 111., This paper, the product of a township high school, was very much enjoyed. Come again. Review.” Originality is the chief asset of the Piasa Quill,” Alton, 111. Several original ideas in the House Hits” make this one of the most lively and interesting joke departments which we have read. The cover design of “The Sphinx,” Belvidere, 111., is worthy of especial comment. It is one of the most attractive which we have seen, 1 oo much cannot be said in praise of the I ortene, Seatle, Wash. Numerous cuts and breezy, spicy material go together to make this one of the best papers in our exchange list. I he literary department of the “Record,” Sioux City, la., is exceptionally good. The locals are also enjoyed. It is interesting to note that the “School Journal,” Grove City, Pa., although it is our smallest exchange, has the largest ex change list of any paper we have received. In the month of January this paper received fifty-six exchanges, a record of which any school should be proud. EIGHTH GRADE NOTES. lhe editors for February are as follows: Head editor: Sara Dietrick, 937, No. 10. A. editors, Allen Smith, 931, No. 10. Gussie Reingold, 934, No. 10. Robert Priest, 914, No. 2. Gene Coulter, 922, No. 1. Harold Starks, 929, No. 1. Ruth F. is wearing a new ring. I wonder if J. N. gave it to her, 14 We are glad to welcome Ernestine Dins-more from Pittsfield, who has just entered the eighth grade. The new pupils who came over from the Wards have been divided into rooms 1 and 10, and seem to have entered into the work very nicely. On Thursday the 22nd, instead of his talk on Europe, Mr. Nichols entertained us with an account of George Washington, and exhibited a number of pictures. The Eighth grade very gladly accepted an invitation to attend the H. S. Chapel exercises on Friday, the sixteenth, and had a very nice time giving the yells, and listening to short, but enthusiastic speeches from members of the basket ball team. We have enjoyed very much the holidays that were given us. The Basket Ball Tournament was attended by a great number of Eighth Grade students. Miss. Helen Sorrels of the H. S. favored us with a beautiful violin solo in Chapel the 27th. Wanted: A second hand baby rattle for Geo. T. Wanted: A steam calliope to keep Law- rence awake in grammar period. Wanted: An alarm clock to get Eugene to school on time. Clift is a good echo. J. Martin needs a coat hanger. Teacher: What is a dynamo? Bright Girl: Something you blow up trees with. LOCALS Enthused Spectator at basket ball game slapping his neighbor on the back, “Hully Gee, wasn’t that great?” Tender Neighbor, “I prithee press me gently. I was raised to pet.” Fond Suitor, “Oh rose, loviiest of God’s creations, I kneel humbly at thy feet. I love thee, fair one, love thee as the flowers do the sunshine. And I? I could bask in the sunshine of thy smile forever. I am in a sphere below thee,bright dream of rapture, but still I love, adore, worship thee!” Miss Boston )smothering a yawn behind her fan.) “Really? How interesting.” Evan. “Don.t muss my hair up, Seild. She won't think I’m good looking.” Glenn (in company with Smithy.) Yes, we have this one table spoon and six smaller ones.” We’d better add that they’d been to a “Spoon Session,” at the Gaiety.) Marie O! “Is my face too white, really? L. R. “No, imitationally.” I study, sleep, dream, come to school willingly, love my teachers,—like a mouse. “See here, waiter! I found a collar button in this pie!” “Didn’t see nothin? of han umbrella, did you, boss? Dab was one lost heah las’ night.”—Ex. “Waiter, you’re the biggest fool I ever saw,” “Yes, sir. Why, sir?” “Didn’t I ask you to get me a water cracker?” “And here you bring me an ice pick.—Ex. Passerby. “Say, boy, your dog bit me on the ankle!” Boy. “Well, dat’s as high as he could reach. You wouldn’t expect a little pup like him to bite your neck, would you? “Officer,” said the magistrate. What is this man charged with?” “Your honor, he’s charged with soda wather.” 15 ILLINOIS COURIER JACKSONVILLE'S LIVE NEWSPAPER Giving You TODAY’S NEWS TODAY Delivered to your home for 10c a week. Every day except Sunday f wearing- clothes that are made for anybody- have them tailor-made i ■ to your own individual measure it costs no more. Come in to look, not buy, then use your own judgment! Whatever you want for a Suit or Overcoat We have it, $15 to $30 JACKSONVILLE TAILORING OO. REMEMBER-We keep your clothes pressed free of charge. 232 East State Street E . W. BASSETT JEWELER KODAKS AND SUPPLIES AMATEUR FINISHING DR. KOPPERD DENTIST 326 West State St. Jacksonville, 111. Illinois Hotel A. GRAUBNER. Prop. BANQUETS A SPECIALTY ILLINOIS PHONE 67 DR. R. R. BUCKTHORPE DENTIST House Phone, Office Phone 111. 1054 Bell 512: 111. 750 A. H. ATHERTON STATIONERY Periodicals and Post Cards JACKSONVILLE, ILL. grady Bros. Hardware Go. 45 and 47 S. Side Square DENNIS SCH PAM Jeweler South Side Square Jacksonville. III. CAUL 1:. BLACK, M. 1). SURGEON 349 E. State St. Phones No. 85 ILLINOIS PHONE 57 BELL PHONE 92 For Tablets. Pens. Inks. Stationery and School Needs --CALL ON---- The Badger Drug Store Second Door West of Post Office. 235 East State Street LITERARY BEPPO Under smiling Italian skies, the small Beppo played and lived. He was a strange little child who gazed calmly at the world with wide mournful eyes and who gazed ever adoringly at his vivacious sister Carina as she whisked around him forever wielding a scrag-gly broom. They were all true Italians, dark haired and big eyed with softly tinted olive skin. 1'he father, a worthless sot. spent his time in a wine cellar while the patient mother served at home. Their small house, a veritable hut, nestled smilingly at the edge of a blue lake. Roses dimed over the crude doorway and their fragrance made the summer seem almost eternal. Vernice, the wonderful, lay but a few miles distant and each day the methodical mother drove her wares to the market. Each morning she climbed into the small donkey cart, always with a loving farewell to the children in the door. 1 wo years passed and the child Beppo still smiled, but said nothing. His mother’s eyes grew sad for she knew instinctively, that her little son would never speak. When they called his name, he looked at them with a pitying look in his mournful eyes. He played around the dean-swept yard and ran on willing errands, but never spoke. Although the child was so afflicted, he cast no shadow on the small household. His mother prayed nightly to the Blessed Virgin and still seemed willing to bear this new trouble. Years passed and the silent Beppo grew to be a frail boy of eight. His worthless father had died in the meantime, reliev- ing the family of his useless presence. The mother toiled on, hoarding each extra coin away for their future need. Each Saturday she took the children to the market place in Venice. And one wonderful day, she took them for a pleasure ride in a gondola. Their eyes grew wide with wonder at the boats with their lively crowds of laughing men and women. They gazed in awe at the frowning palaces flanking each side of the narrow canals. Suddenly they heard sweet singing, and an immense gondola floated past filled with merry students. Beppo listened enraptured. His small face glowed, and as he turned to watch them two tears rolled down his cheeks. Clasping his small hands, he looked beseechingly at his mother. “What would you have, carissima?” she asked softly, “you cannot sing as they do. You love the music, the pleasant sounds? He nodded his head. “ That is not for us, Beppo. We are but peasants and must toil for our daily bread. But come, my children, here once more is the market place. Come. They climbed the rough-edged steps and walked briskly with the crowd. A cosmopolitan crowd it was, indeed. Bright Perche-fied maidens flitted by, swinging huge covered baskets on their plump brown arms. Small flower girls cried ceaselessly “Who’ll buy my flowers, my pretty flowers? Vi’lets for my lady, pansies for her grace. Who’ll buy my flowers?’’ Beppo smiled into the face of one. The girl’s bright eyes smiled back into his and “A College Cinderella,” May Third she handed the child a long-stemmed English primrose. He doffed his brilliant red cap and bowed to the little lady. “He speaks not,” murmured his mother, deprecatingly. The girl looked sadly after the trio, the mother with her covered basket and the two children skipping merrily along. She sighed tremulously and looked up into the eyes of a prospective buyer. Carina stopped at the fish merchant’s stand. Antonio, the owner, loved the two children who came to see him catch Saturday. He patted their glossy heads and spoke gayly to the mother. “With joy we greet you, good Antonio.' said Carina sweetly. “The Blessed Virgin comfort and keep you,” responded the old man. They started on, but Antonio called them back. “A gift for the Master Beppo,” he called, handing the child a long slender parcel, “just a token from his old friend Antonio.” Beppo doffed his little cap again and bowed low to the grizzled old man. “His gracious thanks,” replied his mother. 1 kiss your hand in gratitude,” responded Carina placing the caress upon the worn hand. “Nay, nay, my Carina,” said Antonio, “ Pis but a small token. Open it when you get home, Beppo. It may be useless to you, but I pray it will not.” Beppo looked at the package curiously. He pinched it, but it remained unresponsive. “Remember what the good Antonio said,” cautioned his mother. Carina laughed. “You know Beppo is gifted with a big curiosity bump. Little brother, we’ll open it together. Shall we?” He nodded his curly head brightly. They walked on and finally had the basket filled. Fat little hams nestled with sprigs of well bleached celery, and the children’s eyes lighted up when they caught a glimpse of the contents. They trudged on and at last came to the place where they had tied the small donkey cart. They climbed in and jogged off down the narrow street and at last out into the green fields. It seemed good to be alive. The dark blue Italian skies bent over them, a warm breeze fanned their cheeks and the birds sang. They drew up in front of the Itttle hut. The children scampered into the house while their mother unhitched the donkey and carried in the heavy basket. “Come, Beppo ” she called out, “come and open your package.” The child ran in, Carino at his heels, and began to unwrap the paper. They gasped in amazement, for inside was a long, slender, shining Hute. “And what good will that do you?” asked his mother. “My child, you know nothing about music, What could have been on the good Antonio’s mind when he bought that bauble?” But Beppo’s eyes spoke volumes. He laid the little musical instrument against his lips and blew one tiny shrill note and then another. “Why they went together! ” cried Carino. “Yes, he made a chord,” said the mother “who knows, maybe we will have a musical wonder on our hands. Run away now, children I will call you after 1 sweep the house.” They skipped out, ran down to the edge of the blue lake, and seated themselves on a crudely carved bench. Beppo raised the shining flute to his lips and blew three shrill “A College Cinderella, May Third notes. The melody grew stronger and stronger; it grew sweet and potent, thrilling their childish hearts. Carino clapped her small brown hands, but Beppo motioned for her to he silent. Suddenly the song grew wild, then stopped abruptly. “Oh, Beppo.” cried the girl, “play on, play on for sister.” But he shook his head, put the precious flute back in its metal case and ran back to the house. Carina followed at his heels. A silent figure crept out from behind a clump of trees. 1'he mother, with tear-dimmed eyes looked proudly after her children. She crossed herself devoutly, kissed the small crucifix at her girdle and walked to the water’s edge. “My poor little afflicted child,” she sobbed, “may the day never dawn to see you as your father lived and died. He. the genius, oh what might he not have been. His poor speechless boy lives to show to the world that talent that was stifled by a drink-befogged brain.” She turned with bowed head and walked away counting her beads. At the rose-covered door she stopped and glanced back at the fading sun, then went inside. Carino was stirring a bowl of porridge and Beppo sat before the table on which lay the silent flute. The years silently crept on. The dull routine of the Pagliaco’s continued. A comfortable little sum was laid away and these humble people dreamed of shining days wnen they would leave for Venice, the wonderful, or even Rome, ah a dream indeed. One warm afternoon, Beppo, now a slender boy of twelve, wandered away and down the white winding road that led to the city. He stopped under a sheltering tree and drew out the treasured flute. Oblivious to every- thing, he played on and on. One sweet melody followed another until he was lost in the intricacy of his one loved pastime. He was suddenly called out of his dream by a gentle touch on the shoulder. Looking up, he gazed into the sweet blue eyes of a tall pale lady standing before him. By her side was an Italian maid whom he recognized as his friend, the flower girl. “Boy,” said the lady softly,” when did you learn to play such exquisite music?” “Hespeaks not,” murmured the girl, “he is Beppo Pagliaco, son of the peasant seamstress whose cot you see in the distance.” “Speechless”’ replied the lady, “such a beautifiul, gifted boy without the power of speech.” “Even so,” murmured the flower seller. “Oh what would I give to have him with me all the time in Paris. Where can I see his mother?” “Come with me, lady. Come, Beppo.” They turned and walked back to the hut. Lady Anne Warwick had many powers of persuasion. In a week, the little rose-covered house stood lonely above the blue lake. Carino and her mother were safely settled in a small apartmeut and feasted their eyes on the wonders of Paris. But Beppo went with her ladyship to her splendid mansion on the Rue de Royale. Robed in satin and fine laces, she listened hourly to the strains from Beppo’s flute. And at night when gay laughing crowds assembled in the glittering salon, the small page entertained them. He had a smile for each, and each a kind word for him. One evening the gayest of the gay met. Lady Warwick had given explicit directions and the drawing rooms were decked with flowers and trophies. A raised dias was the page's seat and the guest of honor was Lord 5 Senior Play, Grand Opera House, May 3rd Richard Merton, poet, philosopher and society’s idol. 1'he night grew hot, fans fluttered and a heavy torpor fell over the murmuring crowd. Silence reigned as a small figure in black velvet mounted the dias. The sweet trembling strains of Beppo’s flute stole out into the calmness of the night. Weird melodies, full of life and tumbling water-falls broke with a quaver. An hour passed, two hours and found the company listening, keenly alert. Silence! And a tired, slender boy lay crumpled and still at the foot of the seat of honor. One little blue-veined hand clasped the shining flute, but the dark curling lashes lay passive upon the darkly circled cheeks. Sobs, half hysterical broke from the selfish ones who had been the cause of the trag' edy. Lady Warwick and Lord Merton knelt above the silent little figure. As the philosopher looked around at the mass of nervous butterflies, his thin lips curled cynically and lifting the limp little figure from the tiled floor, he cried— “He played for his lordship’s levee He played for her ladyship’s whim, Til! the poor little head was heavy And the poor little brain would swim. And the face grew peaked and eerie And the large eyes strange and bright. And they said too late—“He is weary, He shall rest for at least tonight. But at dawn when the birds were waking, As they watched in the silent room. With the sound of a tired heart breaking, A something snapped in the gloom. ’Twas a heart-string bruised and weary And they found him still and dead. “Make room for a tired little fellow Kind God—” was the last he said.” WHAT GREW OUT OF A LITTLE INCIDENT. THE LITTLE INCIDENT. “I’m the most excited person on earth!” shouted Dick Crampton as he rushed into his chum’s law office. “Well, be as excited as you please,” retorted a frowning individual, lowering his feet and composing his six feet two into an air of interest, “but quit knocking over my waste basket. It s full, or was full, of peanut shells.” “No place to put peanut shells,” was the snappy rejoinder. “Calm down, Dick,” answered Hamp stead, “what’s the row anyway?” I’m completely mystified” replied the energetic Crampton. running his fingers thru his thick up-standing mop. “I’m startled, run to earth, knocked under, up a skyscraper, oh everything, you know, uneasy. In fact, I’d kiss her dainty foot.” “No doubt you would,” yawned Hamp-steed, “but I hate an indefinite person, especially a man.” “You couldn’t hate a woman, old sport, so I’ll accept the epithet’ and thank you for it. I 11 admit that my demeanor has been somewhat vague but I’m completely up in the air. In fact, 1 don’t think I’ll ever settle on this prosaic o!d earth again. I’ve found something!” “Out with it then.” “Presently, but I’m getting ahead of my story. Yesterday was a day of miracles. My poor brain was weary, my tired eyes were teary, so I took some mild recreation in 6 “A College Cinderella,” May Third r the form of a stroll thru Dunham Park. My over-worked bones ached, so 1 sat me down to rest on a bench in the park ” How romantic,”sighed Hampstead plaintively. “Aw cut it! It was romantic, that's the best part of it, always the best at the last. 1 noticed something white and fragile on the farther end of the bench.” “Must have been a newspaper, drawled Hampstead, lighting a cigarette. “Newspaper be hanged. It was a glove, and such a glove, the daintiest, whitest sweetest glove, careless man was ever wont to see. 1 picked it up and pressing it to my lips, inhaled the sweet fragrance of—” “Goodby,” cried Hampstead, “I’m going for the Coronor. “Coronor nothing,” muttered Crampton, a far-away gleam in his eyes,” send for the wearer of that lovely glove.” “Oh that glovely love” shouted Hempstead. “Get thru with this insanity and let’s beat it to the morgue.” You mean the parson’s. Aw come now, be the accommodating one and listen. Well, I picked it up, stuck it in my undeserving pocket and there it is. the wonder of wonders!” He drew out a small limp white glove and laid it on the table. Hampstead bent over to inspect it more closely and, grinning sheepishly, laid it against his face. Now, Bob,” cried Crampton, jigging madly around the fable,” “blame me for being so unutterably loony? Isn't that wee bit of sweetness enough to turn a sane person’s head, us excluded? Confess, old man, confess! Wheee! Imagine that tapering third finger, think how it would look, encirled by a big white sparkler. Oh me, oh my, what ecstacy. Get your little bonnet and let’s meander over to Dunham Park. I’ll sit on the bench till the trees leave, till I clasp the fair mate to that glove.” They grabbed their coats and ran down the wide stone steps to the busy street. “Act civilized,” cautioned Hampstead, pulling his hat down almost to his ears. They walked on and thru the main drive of the park. A blistering July sun fell upon their heads, but their busy brains were proof against it. Giggling girls whisked by them and turned for a last look at their broad shoulders. Ah, they were the men with a purpose. Ah. here we are at last, murmured Crampton, dropping onto a long bench by the walk. Right here I found this priceless treasure. Oh ye kind fates that brought me here, reward my patience and bring the fair one to these waiting arms. “Shut up!” muttered Hampstead, giving him a vigorous poke. “Then I’ll rave inwardly,” responded the other, pulling his cap down over his eyes and slouching down into a more comfortable, but lazy position. The hot afternoon dragged on, weary smiling pedestrians sauntered past and passed again. I'ired mothers trundled squeeling babies past, but still they stuck. A bleak sultry night fell over the park. A band, hoarse and rasping, made the air heavy with its monotons music. Lights flickered and glowed steadily, spotting the darkness like a patch-work quilt. And bless me, they were sticking yet! “Dick,” yelled Hampstead, shaking his dozing friend,” 1 know you now. You are a consummate fool, an unmitigated scarecrow, an unreasonable vampire to keep me out here in this dreadful dew when I am almost starved to death.” “Shut up and go eat,” responded Dick Senior Play, Grand Opera House, May 3rd gruffly, “here I stay until the curfew blows!’’ “And here stay 1 too”, sighed Hampstead. There was a faint swishing of skirts behind them and instinctively they sat more erect and listened intently. A rich contralto voice spoke out complainingly— 1 cahn’t imagine how I came to lose it. 1 was heah yesterday and sat on this bench most all aftanoon. I hate to lose it. “Oh peaches,” tho’t Dick,” a girl of the Sunny South, Oh what a voice, oh rapture, I must see her!” Hampstead seemed to divine his thought and at the same moment they turned and looked at the lady. A kindly light threw a broad beam across her face. (The last half of this engrossing story will appear in the May issue of the Nautilus. Don't miss it.) THE SENIOR PLAY. On the evening of May 3rd, in the Grand Opera House, under the management of the Triangle Club, will be given the Senior Play. This perhaps does not convey much mean ing to you at present, but without any doubt you are interested in the Senior Class and will want to see the crowning event of the year along the line of student activities. Did you say that you hadn’t any idea what it is to he like? Listen! That’s just what I was going to tell you. Now wait a minute and don't butt in for 1 am going to tell this to suit myself. Yes, there’s going to be another Chorus like we had in Alma Mater, only much larger How' many? Well, 1 am surprised. Twelve boys and twelve girls and besides that there are sixteen other people to carry the parts. Yes, really! What? Why of course there’s a villain. He wants to marry the Boston heiress so as to get her money, but he gets his in a different manner than he expected to. And say, now I’ll let you into a little secret. There’s going to be a real Cinderella in the play. Who’s going to be Cinderella? Oh, that would he telling. No, not her slipper but her little—No 1 guess I won’t tell that either for it would spoil it for you if you knew what was coming. You know in real college life you never know what is coming next and that is the way with this play— there’s a surprise every minute. And say, you ought to hear some of the songs that they are going to sing. I had a chance to listen the other night when they were prac-ticing and I’ve been humming them ever since. There are twelve of them in the play and then right at the close of the last act I think there’s going to be a baseball game between Harwell College, the College in Alma Mater, you know, and Springdale College where the scenes of this play are laid. No, I don’t think that the game occurs on the stage, bur yon can see it just the same if you have an imagination like mine. Well, so long. Don’t forget now. You want to be there. WILL YOU BOOST? The largest single demonstration of our outside activities will occur on Friday, May 3rd. On that day nearly seventy-five members of our high school will participate and of all events this ought to be the red letter day of the year. In the morning our de-claimer will contest with the representatives of nine other schools. In the afternoon our athletes will struggle to capture the honors of field and track. In the evening will be given the senior play. 8 “A College Cinderella,” May Third Ths senior play this year will see the greatest number of actual participants of any one stunt of the year. An agreement was made between the Triangle club and the senior class whereby this years senior play is to he put on under the auspices of that club. The net profits up to $150 are to go toward the senior annual and the balance to the treasury of the Student's association. The question now is will the whole school boost the proposition? The condition of our student’s treasury is such that some means of recuperating is necessary to meet the expenses for the rest of the year. The play will be the opportunity to do so. We are therefore asking for the support of the entire school on a proposition that should be of direct interest. Elsewhere in these columns will be found an account of what the play will be like. Read it over and find out whether or not you think it will give people their money’s worth. When you have made up your mind then begin to talk about it and help us advertise. A full house on May Third will put thesenior annual on a sound basis and also pay off all the obligations of the Association, leaving us at the end of the year with the best record for student’s activities that any year has seen. Remember the date. May 1 bird. The College Cinderella. COME ON AND BOOST! THE DEBATING SEASON. I feel that I would like to say just a few words about the debating season this year We lost the decision in all three debates, but 1 do not feel that our work went for nothing. The school had reason to be proud of everv one of the three teams. Every member of the teams did their best and more than that we cannot ask for. Every one of the teams did well and the comments of judges and men and women, outside of the school, whose opinions really count for something; have been exceedingly complimentary to the school for the interest taken in J. H. S. in this line of work and in the debating that was done by our people. 1 believe that every member of the squad is glad that they went in for debating, and right here 1 want to sound the note of preparation for the coming year. There will be five old debaters out for next years teams. In addition there are at least eight more that were members of this years squad that are first class material. There is no reason why J. H. S. should not come back next year with an even greater strength than was shown this year, and it is my hope and ambition that next year will see our high school in the lead in the league. The only comment that 1 want to make on this years teams is that 1 am proud of them and of every single member. They were faithful in their work, they were willing to sacrifice for their school, and whether away or at home they were an honor to the school. I want to give them my thanks and appreciation. 'The school has reason to thank Miss Kate Brown and Mr. Cook also, for their loyalty and help to the teams. These mem, hers of the faculty sacrificed their time to help and their aid was invaluable. Last of all for the teams and myself, 1 want to thank the whole school for the support that was given us. The spirit that was shown made all our work worth while, and of itself went a long way toward making us do our best. We are only sorry that we could not give you what you deserved, i. e. the decisions.—W. G. Bate. 9 Senior Play, Grand Opera House, May 3rd r 3 C □ C ATHENIAN LITERARY SOCIETY. The Athenian held an interesting meeting in the auditorium on Monday, March eighteenth. The program was the following: 1. Reading—Floy Crane. 2. Paper—How a Senior Values the Last year at School—Katherine Hardin. 3. Vocal Solo—Irene Spears. The meeting on April first was well attended and enjoyed hy the girls. Olive Smith played a piano selection, after, which Ruth Miller read an interesting paper on the History of All Fool’s Day. Myrtle Schell gave a reading, and all the girls were asked to relate a short April Fool joke. This is the last meeting of the girls, with the exception of the open meeting on April fifteenth, to which every one is cordially invited. ALUMNI. Miss Jeanette Taylor, ’10, plated a very prominent part in a play entitled “The Doll House,” given at the Illinois Woman’s College, Monday evening, March 25. Arthur Beauchamp, 10, was a member of the Ripon College basket hall team for the past season. Altho Arthur was ill and could not go out for practice, he came back and made good just the same. EXCHANGES. Our only new exchange this month is the College Reflections’ Agricultural College; Miss. This is the largest exchange which we have received this year. In fact it is almost equal to a small magazine, both in ize aud quality. We learn from the “Maroon and White” that Danville High School has a debate March 22, with Grand Prairie Seminary � n the question “Resolved, That the best Interests of the State of Illinois Demand the Adoption of the Initiative and Referendeum We are especialiv interested in this debate, becaus it is the same upon which we debated several weeks ago. The literary and joke departments of the “Yipsi-Sem,” Yipsilanti, Mich., are unexcelled by any of our exchanges. However, in the February number we notice a scarcety of school news. In your next issue let us know what you are doing along athletic and literary lines. “The Voice of South High”, Youngstown, Ohio, we notice, still retains the same high standard of excellnece with which it has been marked from the first issue. The Voice” has made a good beginning and that is half the battle. Mr. Hanna. “Give me a noun, some' thing that you can feel but can’t see.” Freshie. “The back of my head Milan. Say Shureman, (who was leading the H. S. orchestra) play something different.” Schureman. Well, what will you have?” Milan. “'Oh, anything, just so it’s slower. I can’t chew my gum fast enough to that “Mysterious Ray.” Senior. Ever take chloroform?” Freshie. No, who teaches it?” Little lines of Latin, Little lines to scan. Made a mighty Ceasar, And a crazy man. All are dead who wrote it, All are dead who spoke it, 10 “A College Cinderella,” May Third All will die who learn it. Blessed death, they earn it. Bright Student, (pinching Mr. Buck's arm in the Gym. class). “Bear (bare) skin, isn’t it? Mr. Buck. “No. Buck skin.” Teacher. “What became of Douglas after his senatorship?” Student. “Why, he left the country.” Teacher. “That’s right, he died in 1861. ’ Johnny, use “damper” in a sentence. “Some people are too damperticular. EIGHTH GRADE NOTES The editors for March are as follows: Carl Tendick and Harold Starks, of No. 9, tied with an average of 92 8-9. Carl s deportment was better than Harold’s, so he is editor. Ernest Fernandes and George Fox, of No. 10, tied with an average of 87 6-9, and they both had an average of 94 in deportment, so it was thought best for both to serve. There were about 70, 8th Grade pupils who attended the Jacksonville and Quincy debate, which they enjoyed very much. T hey would have enjoyed it more had Jacksonville won. One afternoon we were invited up-stairs to hear the Eureka Club sing, which was fine. Friday, March 22, Mr. Spray spoke to us about the contest for Senior Annual. We have enjoyed several piano solos this month, also a selection played by Carl King on the Saxaphone. Miss A. in Arithmetic class, what is the next step? B. O. Change your feet to yards. Wanted: A pair of kicking straps for Dallas. Wanted: A double seat for John M. and J. B. Teacher: What’s the matter Howard, your paper isn’t very neat? There are too many blots. Howard: This old ink won't write. Wanted: A position as an assistant jan- itor. Geo. T. Teacher. There are two ways to get a fact into a pupil’s head. Does any body know how? Bright pupil. Thru both ears. Did Egar wait? May Elsie Reed? Is M iss Anna English? Did Frieda Button your glove? Hilda Rose early. Alma, Woodall go? James Capps the climax. Did Charles Beak in the cupboard? Where did Lawrence shell the peanuts? Will Reon Marshal the forces? Ernest Batz a swift ball. Did you hear Thurman Crow? Clema Gaines daily. Did Mattie Hall the wagon? Josephine, Price the book. John Claus at his hair. Is Bessie German? Russel. Hull the walnuts. Did Evanda Potter on the way? Joel Crouch down in the corner! John Ruyle your paper straight. 11 Senior Play, Grand Opera House, May 3rd THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-In-Chief Assistant Editor -Business Manager Assistant Manager Faculty Advisor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Athenian Reporter Senior Reporter Junior Reporter -Sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter Katherine Hardin Irene Merrill Everett Weeks Ellsworth Black A. F. Cook Ed McLaughlin Everett Long Harlow Brown Dorothy Danskin Irene Straight James Kolp Faye Mitchell Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the _____________Jacksonville High School-____________ Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville.Illinois. as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-five Cents ... — WHY! A rolling bone gathers no beef-steak. Some people are bom curious, others merely of an intrusive nature. If at first you don’t succeed, sit down and wait awhile. This earth may be a sphere, but few7 of its inmates are round-headed. You may depart ere the trees leave, but come back again w’hen Niagara falls. If June don’t love you, April May. But March along, you’ll get there anyway. If your love is fleeting, let her fleet. 1'ake a fly off of the molasses and it’ll stick any place. Birds of a feather flock together, but they sometimes go in couples. Never say you can’t be worried. There are too many grafters in this world. A tree may die, but can a cran-bury it? Don’t shed any weeps over past deeds. Bump up against those which are coming fast enough. A snake may be a rattler, but by no means a baby’s toy. If figures don't lie, why are there so many skillful dressmakers? I’d rather have a joke up my sleeve than a bug in my ear. Many dull people use sharp pencils. The lawn-mower cuts the grass, but will a chimney sweep it? All Elks do not have dear faces. Thoughts lie deep, and spades are some-imes trumps. A pretty girl is like an embarrassed young man—all fussed up. The best bower may not be the best lead, but who can trump it. Is a cracked Venus a statute of frauds? It’s a rummy deal when there are no sequences. LOCALS. Smithy: “Mr. Cook, can you tell me how many notes there are in the Nautilus about me this month? Oh dear, 1 hate to have my name up before the public so much.’’ Mother? “Johnny, why did you hit T 3” 1 ommyr Johnny: “He had been eating onions.” Mother: “Well, Johnny, should you strike a little boy because he’d been eating onions?” Johnny: “Well, you see, mother, he was on the offensive and I w7as on the defensive. SOME OF THEIR MANLY, MANNERLY, MANNERISMS E. Spray—Wickles. I. Merrill—Sweetness to the other sex. A. Wilkinson—Money from Dad. W. Priest—Champion Heavy Weight. E. Bullard—Dancing. L. Wiswell—Safety Razors. 12 “A College Cinderella,” May Third R. Lemmons—All the girls at once. S. Peak—Leap Year Bob Rides. E. Weeks—A crown, My knowledge for a crown. Leila Smith—Home Economies. D. Joy—Agility. C). Smith—Notes in the Nautilus. G. Skinner—Who wouldn’t Know? 1 Straight—Paul. X. Alexander—Leader of the band. H. Wheeler—Debater. Mr. Bate—Smiles. L. Struck—Divine, if not divinity. Mr—? (One continual mystery) (Of course this is all good-natured rivalry.) THE FLUNK THAT JACK BUILT. (Our Artist is Suffering from a Severe Attack of Flunkitis.) This is the flunk that Jack built This is the final exam, that decided the flunk that Jack built. This is the boningless night, before the final exam, that decided the flunk that Jack built. This is the vaudeville show that took up the boningless night, before the final exam, that decided the flunk that Jack built. This is the phrase “What’s the use, that suggested the vaudeville show, that took up the boningless night, before the final exam, that decided the flunk that Jack built.' 'Phis is the tiff with the Prof, that started the phrase, “What’s the use,” that suggested the vaudeville show, that took up the boningless night, before the final exam, that decided the flunk that Jack built. (And so on, et cetera, und so weiter.) —Illini. WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. Oh sooth and caress me. My labors distress me. I’m tired of my striving so endless and vain; so sing to me, dearie! I’m weary, so weary! My bosom is filled with the torture of pain! I’m tired of the struggle! I’m longing to snuggle right up by your side. I’ve studied and crammed till my brain all is jammed with knowledge that fills me with pride. From history to latin, I’ve kept, dear, right at ’em, tomorrow I’ll shark in that quiz. But care still assails me. My aptitude fails me, I fear I’m not on to the biz. I’ve burned down the coal-oil till mother is frantic. I’ve burned up the lamp-wick, oh something gigantic. I’ve sat on a cushion and dented it in, Yet all of my work, 1 fear it has been; A faint recollection of ease I have last and that which remains is a handful of dust. (With Apologies to Uncle Walt.) THE DREAMS OF AN “OPION PHEME.” (Dedicated to Lura Wiswell.) The stars gleamed forth that sultry day. Like lemons in a bowl of whey, The moon outrivaled stars and sun, And sold her beams for bits of “mun. — A horse all decked in colors gay Pranced and sang around the hay. A light played dazzling in the sky, And darkened every fitful eye, A wreath of smoke curled round the flue, And painted pictures in the dew. People sang and waved their feet, To the rythmic, swinging bleat Of the lambs that laughing stood. Cute and playful in the wood. Ne’er was seen a goodly sight. 13 Senior Play, Grand Opera House, May 3rd 3 C Grewsomer than that great night. I lit my pipe and smoked in ease. To the chatter of the fleas. Flies and flimsy, fluttering things, Whirled around with sparkling wings. Pipe went out and left me there, Mourning by my vacant chair. Miss Olive Barnes Smith spent-------in Springfield buying a pair of tan shoes. I.. Wiswell (in History) “And the bordered ruffians—?' Anna H. “Collins died in a madhouse.” Margaret T. “Was he crazy?’ Did 1 hear a board squeak? How much tin would a tin can can, if a tin can could can tin? M iss T. “Deceased means dead, and diseased means—? Harry H. “Dying. Announcement—In the office is a bad boy's pocket knife. Mr. M. “Mr. F urr, come up here and sit on the back seat.’ “Are you first in anything at school,Earlie?” ‘‘Yes, first one out of the building when the bell rings.” SOME DONT’S FOR HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS. Don’t flirt with the handsome clerk at the ribbon counter. His wife might not like it. Don’t kiss each other on the street. It's awful to see a woman doing a man’s work. Don't study too hard. Folks may think you are preparing to earn your own living” Don't show your dislike of a hated instructor. Give her some of vour homemade fudge.—Ex. Where,” asked the female suffrage ora- tor, “would man be today were it not for woman?” She paused a moment and looked around the hall. “I repeat,” she said, where would man be today, if it were not for woman? “He d be in the Garden of Eden, eating strawberries, answered a voice from the gallery.—Ex. DECLAMATION CONTEST The annual Declamation contest, held in the High School auditorium Thursday evening. April 11th, resulted in a victory for Miss Florence Crane. “Engineer Connor’s Son' was immensely pleasing to both audience and Judges. Miss Crane receiving two “firsts,' when the final results were announced. Second honors went to Miss Dorothy Cannon, whose selection Grandma Keeler gets Grandpa Keeler Ready for Sunday School,” made a decided hit with everyone. One of the principal features of the contest was the closeness of the ranking of all the contestants, eight of the nine contestants receiving a grade between 86 per cent, and l)l percent. Miss Dorothy Furr was the little fairy of the evening, presenting each contestant, when they had finished speaking, with a beautiful bouquet. l he program follows: Grandma Keeler gets Grandpa Keeler Ready for Sunday School - McLean Dorothy Cannon Jerry, the Bobbin-boy - Adapted Mardell McDougall Engineer Connor’s Son - Drookgoole Floy Crane ” May Third 14 “A College Cinderella, M usic - Selected The Sign of the Cross Helen Harney Barr The Touch in the Heart Minnie Hoffman Field Bobby Shaftoe - Ruth Badger Adapted Music - Selected The Mountain 'Tragedy Grace Hoffman Dickens The Kiddle Told Ethe Reeve Franklin 'The Hundred and ()neth Jean Jenkinson Donnell Music - Selected Decision of Judges Judges: Mrs. C. E. Cole H. W. English C. W. Taylor A great deal of interest was exhibited in the contest because of the new system of training introduced this year. 1 he class of ten have been under the charge of Mr. Cook of the High School faculty, and each received the same amount of training, thus securing an equal chance for the development of the individual. The results of this year seem to establish the theory that the various High School activities can be sucess-fully taken care of by members of the faculty, thus eliminating the former plan of securing specialists for these activities. I he benefit is two-fold in that it eliminates the additional expense in securing outside coaches and secondly, school activities under the direction of regular members of the faculty will be conducted in co-operation with the rest of the school, making them a real part in school work and school life. — THE ELUSIVE GIRL. () sing to me, dearie. My poor eyes are teary, A vision of rapture falls now o’er my eyes. I’m dreaming, tis seeming But bright stars are beaming At visions estatic, erratic, and nice. I saw her last week, dear, 1 fear I shall seek, dear, This beautiful maid of the air The lights were all shining, Electric lights shining They made this sweet maid seem more fair. Let’s wander down Broadway I know in that roadway I’ll find the dream maid whom 1 seek I see her, 1 see her Come nearer, come nearer- She’s beckoning, calling, come quick. Great ghosts of disasters Just look at those posters My joys, all my hopes now are quelled 1 see by the bright light The glaring white light, A sign says, Smoke one Anna Held. LULLABY I’m tweet as soogar, Es I am; My M amnia sez so. And she knows. I’m fat and dimply, l oot and nice. My Daddy sez so. An’ he knows. Senior Play, Grand Opera House, IVlay 3rd ILLINOIS COURIER JACKSONVILLE LIVE NEWSPAPER Givi.is Vo.. TODAY S EWS TODAY Delivered to vour home for 10c a week. 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Stationery and School Needs CALL ON— The Badger Drug Store Second Door West of Post Office. 235 East State Street 0 First Row—Nelson, Reynolds, Maddox, Whitlock Skcond Row—F. Stewart, Carter, Mr. Buland Coach, Reid, Chipchase I 'll ii I) Row'-Cannon, Weeks, Strawn, Reeve, Rogerson, (7ir . ri_—■ — ) l.... r_-1 ■ i ---i CXT XI CX 4 LITERARY WHAT CAME OUT OF A LITTLE INCIDENT (Continued from last month) Dick Crampton punched his chum and muttered, “Oh visions of delight, did you ever?” But Hampstead was staring thoughtfully at the apparition at the other end of the bench. The light flickered, went out, then beamed forth in a steady ray. The girl and her companion walked up to the two surprised men and extended a slender hand to Hampstead, that young man beamed upon her and said “Dick, allow me to introduce to you my cousin Alice. Mr. Crampton, Miss Melberton. And if there isn’t T ompkins! Step forward, old fellow, let me make you acquainted with my chum.” The girl’s companion acknowledged the introduction with a cordial hand-shake, and the four sat down on the bench. “I beg your pardon, Miss Melberton,” said Dick, as he stealthily kicked Hampstead, “When you and Mr. Tompkins came up, did I understand you to say that you had lost somethng?” The girl said yes and gave him the details of the little episode. “Would this be of any service to you,” asked Crampton, holding out the glove. Oh 1 thank von very very much,” she replied joyfully I am so pleased to get it back again. We ah only staying heah for a few days, you know, and then we go back to New Ohleans. We ah on ouah way back home from the mountains.” Yes,” broke in Hampstead, “they have been roughing it all summer in the Adiron- dacks. And much 1 have envied them, too. I had to sit in that stuffy old office while my cousin Alice, her mother, father, brother, sister and uncle wandered thru the fragrant pine trees and fished the blessed day.” “Itwasyoah own fault,” she responded, tapping him with liar fan. “we insisted that you go along, but you persistently refused to accede to ouah wishes.” “ That which is gone cannot be regained, sighed Hampstead as he puffed lazily on his cigarette.” “No, that is true,” laughed Tompkins, adjusting his monocle. “What were you two doing heah this aftanoon? Taking a little fresh air?” asked the girl. Crampton choked and said “It’s a long sad story. Miss Melberton, one year from now 1 promise to tell you all the thrilling details.” “Oh, I’m interested,” said she, “won’t you please tell me now?” “Why shouldn’t we?” asked Hampstead, but Crampton immediately grasped his arm in a convincing manner and hissed “T raitor!” in his ear. “Well, replied Hampstead, “I’ll leave it to Dick. Please let him take his time, my fair coz, and I’m sure you’ll never regret it.” All right,” said the girl, “but, my soul, it is eight thirty and we ah due at the theata. Am very sorry to have to leave such very delightful company, but it is a case of must.” “When can 1 see you again, Miss Mel-berton?” asked Dick, as he shook hands with her. “That depends upon your convenience, she replied with a smile. Boh has told me all about you and 1 have been wild to see von. What ah you doing now? Still engineering, 1 suppose? “Oh, noble thought,” cried Crampton, “I’m coming down your way next month to survey for a park, if it is convenient?’ “Here is my card,’ replied the girl and with a last smile, took the arm of Tompkins and disappeared into the night. Dick faced Hampstead, still holding his hat in his hand. “To my future cousin, said Bob, solemnly handing him a box of cigarettes. AFTER MANY YEARS Roses tumbled and struggled over the latticed hack porch, sweet peas and daisies bloomed riotously and the small hack yard was, indeed, a fairy-land. “Peekaboo!” A shining curly head peeped out from behind a huge crack in the high hoard fence. “Peekaboo!” A closely cropped head peeked out from behind a huge crack in the high board fence. “Peekaboo!” a closely cropped head peeked from the other side. “Patricia,” giggled small Eugene thrusting out a hot little hand, “here’s my last piece of stick candy.” “Thanks, Gene,” murmured the little girl. They started into their play eagerly. Mud pies and dolls intermingled, in turns about, of course. Two lively little heads bent together in sweet communion and a calm feeling of comradeship pervaded. Let’s play store,” Patricia announced suddenly, “I’m so tired of this. You he storekeeper. Gene. Mister, would you like to buy some real fresh eggs this morning? They are fresh, yes indeed, and this butter is fine.” The morning passed, in fact, many mornings and the two energetic little tots whiled away the days and years. Kindergarten days faded silently into school days. And one day after their graduation from High School, Hugene received a little note. His serious young face clouded, for his little girl friend was going away to leave him for four long years in an eastern college. s(c The lacy wistaria floated languidly in a June breeze. It seemed to belong on the wide old porch and clung round the colonial pillars as tho’ it never wished to leave, as if no autumn frost could molest its right to he there. A small white haired lady sat idly rocking in a large comfortabe looking, chintz covered chair. She gazed dreamily at the swinging vnies, but her pale, sweet face lighted up suddenly as a tall, eagerfaced boy rushed up the steps. “What did you want to tell me, mother?” he inquired, hat in hand. “The best of news, my son! she replied smiling. “Eugene, little Patricia Chamberlin is expected home this afternoon.’ The young man's face flushed, indeed he had never quite lost this boyish habit. “Oh, mother,” he replied. “When can we see her? 'These four years have seemed long, very long without Patty.’ “I have sent Jem over with an invitation 4 to dinner tomorrow evening. 1 tho’t it would please you to see her then. She must rest tonight after her long trip.” “Oh yes, yes. I can always depend on my little mother to help me out.” They laughed and went inside. The next evening was warm and a romantic atmosphere hung over the old southern mansion. Trilling nightingales sang in the swaying magnolia trees. Eugene walked slowly down to the white gate. The slender girl at his side glanced nonchalently about her. Her cold, sharply chiseled face well deserved the name. Patricia. A stately reserve seemed to cling to her. “Patty, do you remember me telling you about the bench under the Magnolias? 1 carved those patterns just for you. Here we are. The girl looked coldly at the richly ornamented seat, drew her filmy skirts about her and sat down. “Tell me, Patricia, said Eugene,” bending toward her, “tell me about your school life.” “How do you suppose 1 could tell you everything that happened in four years? 1 shall endeavor to relate to you a few incidents. What caused me the greatest pleas- ure were my friends. Professor Kingsley was my greatest stimulant. For hours we would discuss Egyption cryptology and Homer. 1 can never forget it. Those happy transcendent hours loom up out of a sea of darkness.” “Patty, little Patty, I have wanted you so, dear, I have been so lonely without you. Will you, can you, listen to what 1 am going to tell you?” He leaned forward whispering low sweet words into her unresponsive ear. A whip-porwill cooed above them, a gently singing breeze fanned their cheeks, but the girl’s cold eyes looked calmly into his eyes as if reading his very soul. “What can you say to me, Patty?” he cried softly. “That you are indeed foolish,” she replied slowly, “ There is no such thing as love. I can only give you Platonic love. Ah. wonderful Platon, I have always knelt at your shrine. Here is my hand, Eugene, you shall be my spiritual help, my advisor. We will study together.” “Goodnight Patricia!” In amazement the girl watched him stride away, then turned to trace the delicately carved figures on the bench. THE WAVERLY TRIP. Of all the events of the year, there has been none which will live longer in the minds of the participants, than the trip to W averly. “A College Cinderella, like ‘Ben Hur,’ is a truly wonderful production,”—so read the Waverly advertising, and true it was that at least there was a spectacular cast of forty people who decended upon the unsuspecting country-folk of Waverly at three P. M. of a quiet May afternoon. Little did they think, as the long procession moved slowly thru their midst, that there slumbered in the breasts of all, a desire to cover the town with a coat of gory hue, before the populace would be fairly awake to their dan ger. After vainly attempting to demolish the Opera House at one fell swoop, with their warbling, the Chorus gave up in despair and decided that it would be necessary to 5 await the evening before finishing the per-formence. Returning to the City Hotel , they discovered that the hotel proprietor and his wife had each taken out a life insurance policy during the day and had placed a cyclone policy on the hotel itself. When rooms were finally located and everything was found to be in apple-pie order, there was a general scattering in order to take in all the beauties of the town. So numerous were these attractions that some found it hard to get back to the hotel in time for supper, but they were amply rewarded when they did return by one of the best meals which they had ever eaten— in Waverly. Seven o'clock came only too soon for maker-up and maker-ee, but soon the transformed cast was ready for its fifth and last performance. A curtain slowly rose upon a peaceful and slumbering audience. With the popular belief that nothing good could ever get into Waverly, the unsuspecting audience awaited patiently the opportunity to clasp each other’s hand and with tears in their voices remark “Stung Again '. when lo—from behind a seat in the rear of the room, some one was heard to smile and by the time that the second act was fairly under way, it was extremely hard to say anything, everyone of the actors having to wait for the rounds of applause to die away, before continuing their lines. Even nature applauded, pouring down compliments thruout the entire performance. All good things come to an end and finally the last curtain was rung down upon “A College Cinderella and a happy multitude departed, their only regret being that probably never again would they be able to grasp such an opportunity and with it all was a profound pity for those who had not had the opportunity of witnessing the performance. Oh. this is sad, but sadder tales we must yet relate. 1 1 Rained! OH1 How it rained. Gone were the visions of a midnight stroll thru the park. Gone were many of the golden opportunities so nearly within their grasp. It was truly a sad and sorrowful company that, with stealthy tread reached the places assigned to them for the rest of the night. “To sleep or not to sleep '—that was the question. Whether it were better to attempt to sleep and be quietly dragged out and soaked or whether by assisting in the operation it were not the wiser thing. One by one pitchers hecame empty.— water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.” Suddenly about three A. M. an alarm clock was heard to buzz warningly, a rooster, disturbed from his morning slumber, crowed threateningly, and the clear, shrill voice of one of the chaperones rang out Girls,you must go to sleep now”, and deep toned and thrilling came back the answer “We can't, our nerves are too strung up”. Gradually.one by one,figures would quietly disappear, some reaching safely the bed prepared for them, while others fell asleep in the corner only to be awakened by the guard and told to “move on”, until with nothing left to guard but the snores of the sleepers. Bate and Cook passed quietly from the hall at 4:55 A. M., to be awakened at 5:02 by Zeke singing “Everybody’s Doing it Now'. Soon the Chorus joined in the refrain and what had been but so lately a quiet peaceful scene, became now one of carnage and bloodshed. Faces hurriedly appeared at doors and transoms, chaperones at last awoke and once more the light of a day of days banished the clouds and sorrows of “the night before and with uplifted 6 suitcases and undaunted hearts, the cast of “A College Cinderella” started for Jacksonville fully resolved to keep forever in memory the events of the trip to Waverly. A COLLEGE CINDERELLA. The dramatic season of the High School was brot to a most successful close with the production of “A College Cinderella’ at the Grand Opera House, Friday, May 3rd. This production was given in the place of the regular annual senior play. The play was staged under the auspices of the Triangle Club with Mr. Cook and Mr. Bate of the faculty as the directors, and finished in a decidedly illustrious manner the first year of this new high school organization. UA College Cinderella” is a musical comedy of three acts, depicting campus life at a small college in a most interesting manner, full of life and brightness which was well interpreted by the cast of forty members, including an excellent chorus of twenty-four. Special comment is due to the work of the chorus which never failed to receive several encores after every number. The success of this part of the play was especially true in regard to the number—“I Am Looking For A Nice Young Fellow”, led by Miss Irene Spears and “Waiting”, the solo of which was sung by Miss Sylvan Peak. The hit of the musical numbers however was ’’Let Me Creep Into Your Heart”. This number was a duet by Miss Irene Straight and Mr. Cook, followed by an unusually pretty and effective chorus that brot down the house in round after round of applause. In review of individual work in the cast the one that undoubtedly deserves first mention because of unusual ability is Glen Skinner who played the part of eke Bowman, the half-witted, stage-struck chore-boy. Mr. Skinner is a comedian decidedly above the amateur class and all in all was the greatest hit of the play. Perhaps the next in order of personal mention should be Miss Irene Spears in the part of Susie Watson, maid of all work, but not the Sis Hopkins that she appeared in the first act. As before mentioned Miss Spears was very effective in chorus work. She has natural ability in dramatic work, being possessed of an easy and striking stage appearance. Her interpretation wras excellent, and her rendition of the old song ” Fake Me Out to the Ball Game” made that old classic popular again and caused many rounds of applause and encoring. Miss Winifred Priest in the difficult role of Mrs. Pilsen, the boarding house keeper, scored a hit. The comedy quartet furnished constant amusement for the audience and well represented their parts of college boys, everlastingly cracking jokes on one another and the whole College. The other character parts that deserve mention are, Idle Ike the hobo, Colonel Seymour and Percyval Albert Bulger, the new student. The part of Percy, tho difficult, was well played by Harlow Brown. Of the heavier leads, Fd Seymour taken by Mr. A. F. Cook stood out above the rest decidedly. Mr. Cook played his part well. He was easy in his interpretation and served as a pivotal character of the plot with all the skill and grace of a professional. The part of the villain—for of course there was a villain—was excellently taken by Mr. Arthur Wilkinson. Miss Sylvan Peak was very good indeed in the role of Madelaine Morris, the Boston heiress, and the intended victim of the machinations of Walter Addison, the adven- 7 turer. Miss Irene Merrill was very pleasing in the part of Grace Hansen and was much applauded for her scene with Porky. The title role of the play was interpreted by Miss Irene Straight. As the College Cinderella, Miss Straight was well received by her audiences. Altho handicapped by a rather weak voice, she interpreted her part well and deserves much credit for her work. Mention should also be made of Mr. Bullard in the part of Archie and Olive Smith as Nell Seymour. In fact all the cast performed well and are deserving of many compliments. The plat was also a financial success. Over two hundred and eighty dollars was cleared by the cast. Their record for performances is above that of any high school play produced heretofore in Jacksonville. So many peole were turned away the first night that the play was repeated under the house management on Tuesday the 7th. Another full house greeted the production and the performance was even better than the first night. Five performances in all were given and it is estimated that nearly three thousand people witnessed the play. There is no doubt that this play has proven the Triangle Club a succes:- as a school organization, and has set a record for school plays that will be hard to equal in coming years. Following is the program and cast of Characters: CAST OF CH ARACTERS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE. Zeke Bowman, chore boy and amateur actor. Glenn Skinner Su e Watson-Not, theS Hopkins she looks. Irene Spears The Comedy Quartet Robert Owens-Fat Everett Long Max Schultz-Porky Fred Stewart Willis Hammond-Shorty, Ross Lemon Harold Hering-Slim George Tandy Ed Seymour, captain of the team, Floyd Austin Mrs. Pilsen, the boarding house keeper, Winifred Priest Ike Donovan, Idle Ike, Harlan Williamson Prof. Stanley ______________ Ellis Spray Arch Stanley, Ed’s chum Edward Bullard Walter Addison, an adventurer. Arthur Wilkinson Madalaine Morris, the Boston heiress, Sylvan Peak Grace Hansen, Madalaine’s friend. Irene Merrill Colonel Seymour. Ed’s father. Everett Weeks Mrs. Seymour _____________Lura Wiswell Nell Seymour, a good sister Olive Smith Per-cy-val Albert Bulger, the new student, Harlow Brown Nancy Hevermeyer, A College Cinderella, Irene Straight CO-ED’S. Jane Jones___________________Clara Lane Irmagard Chittenden__________Grace Potter Bessie Porter_____________Olive Barnes Eileen Parker_____________Helen Wheeler Agnes Thornton____________Cynthia Rieck Lucille Standish_____________Leila Struck Bonnie Brewster___________Mattie Clampit Florence Donovan______________Floy Crane Mae Holiday_______________Faye Mitchell Corine Talbot____________ __Judith Davis Valeria Evans________________Leila Smith Jeanne Roy________________Dorothy Leek COLLEGE MEN. Duane Peterson Basil Sorrells C arl Utgard ____________Lloyd Reynolds Hugh Wirthing ___________Leonard Wood Lauren Dufhe Tracy Alexander Willis Hammond Ross Lemmon Max Schultz_________________________Fred Stewart Robert Owens______ Kverett Long Harold Hering____________George Tandy Lawrence DeBoth _________Abner Jackson James Van Kirk ____________Harold Smith Clarence O’Donnell ____Harold McGinnis SYNOPSIS. Act 1 Yard of Mrs. Pilsens Boarding House. Morning. Act 2 Parlor of Mrs. Pilsen’s Boarding House. Afternoon. Act 3 Dressing Room of the Gymnasium. Next Afternoon. TRIANGLE CLUB EXECUTIVE STAFF. Managing Director ___________ W. G. Bate Stage Director _____________ A. F. Cook Musical Director_________________Bernice Martis Business Manager ____________________Wm. Allcott Mistress of Properties Katherine Hardin Costumes were designed and made by the high school Domestic Science Department under direction of Kate L. Brown. THE W. I. H. S. L. MEET. One of the best meets that has ever been pulled off in Jacksonville was the meet this year. Aside from winning the track meet, which in itself is a great accomplishment, J. H. S. broke several of the long standing records. Strawn in the 220 yard dash established a new record of 24 seconds. Cannon, the greatest point winner of the meet established a record in the pole vault of 10 feet 7 l4 inches. The mile run was one of the features of the meet. Carter winning in a spectacular finish which brought the applause of the large crowd who was witnessing the events. All in all it was a meet which the fellows of the track team may well be proud of. Consistent work in their individual events certainly showed up in their work and with almost the entire team returnng next year there is no reason why Jacksonville should not have a walkaway with the Western Illinois and the several dual meets that are planned. Following is the record of this year’s meet: Jacksonville _________________________ 33 Beardstown ____________________________ 28 Virginia_______________________________ 17 Pittsfield______________________________ 16 Petersburg ____________________________ 14 Greenview_____________________________ 11 Rushville________________________________ 7 EVENTS. Shot put—First, Arnold, Petersburg; second, Brunsman, Greenview; third, Hans-com, Pittsfield, Distance, 37 feet 6' inches. Standing broad jump—First, Arnold, Petersburg; second, Weeks, Jacksonville; third, Mathews. Rushville. Distance, 10-8 feet. Discus throw—First, Brunsman, Green-view; second, Winterbauer, Petersburg; third, Dickens, Beardstown. Distance, 102 2 feet. Half mile run—First, Pringle, Pittsfield; second, Treadway, Virginia; third. Presson, Rushville. l ime 2:16.2. Fifty yard dash—First, Jones. Beardstown; second. Reeve, Jacksonville; third. Doocey. Piitsfield. l ime, 5.3 seconds. Running broad jump—First. Knight. Virginia; second, Cannon, Jacksonville; third, E. H. Tripp, Greenview. Distance, 20 feet 4 inches. 220 yard hurdles—First, Cannon, Jacksonville; second, Rowland, Rushville; third, Knight, Virginia. l ime, 28.1 seconds. 100 dash—First, Jones, Beardstown; second. Strawn, Jacksonville; third. Rowland, Rushville. Time, 10.2 seconds. Running high jump—hirst. Seeger, Beardstown; second, Kelly, Pittsfield; third, Winterbauer, Petersburg, Height, 5 feet 41 inches. 220 yard dash—First, Strawn, Jacksonville; second, Vetter, Beardstown; third, Mathews, Rushville. l ime, 24 seconds. This breaks the record by one-fifth of a second. Mile run—First, Carter, Jacksonville; second. Cooper, Virginia; third, Benson, Beardstown. l ime, 5:12. 440 yard run—First, Vetter, Beardstown; second, Pringle, Pittsfield; third, Strawn, Jacksonville. l ime. 55 seconds. Hammer throw—First, Sutherd, Virginia; second, Ebers, Beardstown; third, E. H. Tripp, Greenview. Distance, 136 feet '4 inches. Pole vault—First, Cannon, Jacksonville; second, Hanscom, Pittsfield; third, Tripp, Greenview, Height, 10 feet 2 inches. In the trial Cannon established a record of 10 feet 714 inches, the former record having been 10 ft. 4 inches. THE TRI-CITY MEET. On Friday, May 3, our track team went over to Springfield to compete in the tricity meet with Beardstown and Springfield. On account of the heavy rain the meet was very slow and it was held all over the fair grounds. The grass track made it hard for the runners. The line-up: Springfield 52, Jacksonville 40 and Beardstown 34. Cannon, Strawn and Carter drew firsts for J. H. S., while Reeve and Rodgerson scored in the hammer throw and 50 yard dash. In spite of the wet weather all events were pulled off and our team made a great showing. It is probable we will send a team to Champaign, and we ought to land a few firsts. EVENTS. 30-yard dash—First, Jones, Beardstown; second, Reeve. Jacksonville; third. Strawn, Jacksonville. Time, 5 1-5 sec. 440-yard dash—First, Strawn, Jacksonville; second, Vetter, Beardstown; third. Helme, Springfield, l ime, 53 sec. 880-yard run—First, Helme, Springfield; second, Carter, Jacksonville; third, Theihoff, Beardstown. l ime, 2 minutes, 14 sec. Mile run—First, Carter, Jacksonville; second, Benson, Beardstown; third, Allen, Springfield, l ime, 5 minutes, 3 sec. 100-yard dash—First, Helme, Springfield; second, Bailey, Springfield; third. Knight, Beardstown. l ime, 13 seconds. 220-yard low hurdles—First, Cannon, Jacksonville; second, James, Springfield; third, Molilman, Beardstown. Time, 26 4-5 sec. 120-yard high hurdles—First, Boynton, Springfield; second, Frisbie, Springfield; third, Parker, Beardstown. Time, 15 3-5 seconds. Running high jump—First, Molilman, Beardstown; second, Seeger, Beardstown; third. Ford, Springfield. Height, 5 feet, 2 inches. Running Broad jump—First, Cannon, Jacksonville, second, Wood, Springfield; 10 third, Mohlman, Beardstown. Distance, 19 feet, 2 inches. Shot put—First, Irwin, Springfield; second, Boynton, Springfield; third, Parker, Bearsdtown. Distance, 40 feet, 2 inches. Hammer throw—First, Fbers, Beardstown; second, Rogerson, Jacksonville; third, Dickens, Beardstown. Distance, 114 feet, 2 inches. Discus throw—First, Irwin, Springfield; second, Dickens, Beardstown; Frisbie, Springfield. Distance 97 feet, 4 inches. Pole vault—First, Cannon, Jacksonville. ALUMNI. Miss Gertrude Roedersheimer, ’04, and Mr. Richard Boden of St. Louis were married at the home of the bride’s parents, on Caldwell St. Miss Blanche Perry, ’ll, and Mr. Ray Hartman, ’09, are married. Both young people took an active part in all the departments of the school, and their many friends wish them a very happy future. M iss Mary Houri Dikis and Mr. Roy Alford, ’08, were married at Waverly, May 11. Miss Lena Geobel, 08, and Mr. Thomas Miller, 08, were married at the home of the bride, May 15. Tom led such a strenuous life while in High School that it is quite a relief to know that she has settled. M rs. Harry C. Lacey, 08. formerly Miss Anna McLaughlin, has set an example for the High School girls and voted at the Spring election in the State of California. Miss Marie Mayer’s, ’ll, has secured a position as instructor at the White Pilgrim school, five miles out of Waverly. Miss Annie C. Long, ’08. will graduate from Western Illinois State Normal in June. Mr. Everett Waters, 08, gradua.es from the University of Illinois this Spring. QUOTATION CONTEST. The prize of five Dollars in Gold offered by Mr. Cook of the English Department, in the Quotation contest was won by Dorothy Cannon with a total of thirty-seven of the thirty-eight quotations given. Miss Olive Cooper was a close second, finding thirty-six, and Minnie Hoffman third with a total of twenty-nine. Besides the winning of the prize, the students acquired a knowledge of the style of the various authors, such as could have been acquired in no other way and deserve great credit for the amount of work which was done. The closeness of the result indicates the interest shown by those in the contest. EIGHTH GRADE NOTES The Nautilus Editors for May are as follows: Head editor: Gene Coulter, 92 7-9, No. 2 A. Editors, Uriel Goveia, 92 5-9. No. 9 Sarah F. Deitrick, 92 4-9. No. 9 Allan Smith, 91 1-9, No. 2 A. Editors, Mattie Hall. 89 2-9, No. 1 Ernest Fernandes, 89 1-9 No. 10 Hazel Landes, 87 4-9, No. 10 Truman Crowe, 97 3-9, No. 1 Dr. Tralle of Hardin College, Mexico, Mo., was our guest a few weeks ago. We n THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-iii-Cliief Assistant Editor -Business Manager Assistant Manager Faculty Advisor Athletic Editor Alumni Editor Exchange Editor Athenian Reporter Senior Reporter .Junior Reporter -Sophomore Reporter Freshman Reporter Katherine Hardin Irene Merrill Everett Weeks Ellsworth Black A. F. rook Ed McLaughlin Everett Long Harlow Brown Dorothy Danskin Irene Straight James Kolp Faye Mitchell Frank Merrill Puplished monthly by the Students of the Jacksonville High School_____________ Entered in the Post Office at Jacksonville, Illinois. as second class matter. Subscripton Price - Seventy-five Cents took him up to the High School and he gave a very interesting talk to us all about how he got through college on four dollars. He also told us to stick to our work and we would he rewarded. The eighth grade pupils have certainly supported the High School affairs this year. Many attended the Declamatory contest, while the field at the track meet was covered with “Eighth Graders’' and many seats at the play were occupied by them. We were very much delighted to be invited up stairs to help the High School celebrate the track meet victory. Many of the Eighth Grade boys and girls took part in the parade. We enjoyed the day very much. Thursday of next week, Mr. Nichols will be with us for the last time. We expect to go to Berlin with him. During the year he has given us many interesting talks on Paris, Rome, The Vatican, Milan, The Alhambra. Switzerland, Norway, Sweden, The Rhine, and Venice. We feel very grateful to him for his time and for showing us so many beautiful pictures. We are very glad to have Mrs. Ool y with us again. A violin solo bv James Capps was enjoyed Tuesday, May 13, accompanied by Miss Bessie Sorrells. We are very glad to receive our five dollars for winning the most subscriptions to the Nautilus, but have not yet decided what to do with it. According to James, Heracles had for a wife, Hebe, the son of Zens to Juno. In English when asked where to put the date in a letter, Clift replied, “In the next line just east of Jacksonville.” The pupils of the Eighth Grade are working hard now and there will probably be about eighty promoted to the High School, including the pupils that will come back for one study. The final “exams” are coming, For the days are quickly running Towards the close of school. The History lessons are longer. But the pupils are getting stronger Towards the close of school. The Grammar lessons are ever so hard, But they make glorious marks for the report card Toward the close of school. The English and “The Old Greek Folk”, Pretty near make a fellow “croke”. Towards the close of school. The Arithmetic is very light. But its hard to get it exactly right Towards the close of school. But the studies as a whole, Are very easy to control Towatds the close of school. —E. L. F. It wasn’t the “Boys in Upper Ten”, but 12 “The (iirls in Lower One,” (lint of course this was on the quiet.) Long live that memorable night at the hotel in Waverly. “Fairest maid, 1 believe it is going to rain. “If it does, and strikes you, you will be among those absent.” Pansies are for thought, roses are for love, but carnations are for Miss Wheeler, that is, Helen. Mr. S. “After you have completed college, you will probably take Medicine which will take four years.” He. “What became of that old bull dog of yours?” She. “Well! You can’t get within a block of him.’ He “What? Is he dead?” M. H. “Mr. Cook, 1 had all my homereading reports all written up and somebody stole The House of Seven Gables.” Will they please return it? Mr. Buland (from behind) “Andrew, what are you doing in that seat?” Andy R. Sitting.” The Principal. “The Cinderella cast report at the Insane tonight.” At a teacher's convention a man in his speech said— “Long live the teachers!” A meager, undersized, assistant teacher in the front row piped out— “On what?” Don't be a bore because you have been a great traveler. Put your unruly sons in a safe place, in jail. What gift has Providence bestowed on Man that is so dear to him as his wife? is a feat of mere strength, a cross between an acrobatic stunt and a contortion act. Beauty lives with kindness, yes, Beauty and the Beast. It is the height of Art to conceal Art. Is it, Arthur? It is difficult to grow old gracefully, and sometimes difficult to stay young gracefully. Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. A man with fortune is thus doubly blessed, And sometimes chickens are not always dressed. l he Animal with long ears, after having drunk, gives a kick to the bucket. Yes, he kicks the bucket. Reading maketh a full man (likewise Schlitz.) Manners— 1 he sauce to meat is ceremony. (Meeting were bare without it.) Money is a good servant, but a dangerous master. The desire of appearing clever often prevents our becoming so. He who prevaricates is lost. A man devoid of wit is like a horse without a bridle. No gain is certain, but losses always wait for vacant chairs. PATTER-CAKES. I he secret of tiring is to say everything that can be said on the subject. It has been said that dancing in these days How can we expect another to keep a secret when we can’t keep it to ourselves? He is a fool who cannot be angry; but he is a wise man who will not. f3 There are few people who are more often in the wrong than those who cannot endure to be so. Simplicity, of all things, is the hardest word in the copy book. Proper clothes in proper places make the true definition of style. Time is money—then why are not tramps not millionaires? As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every minute of time.—(Adopted.) LOCALS. THK PATH SHOE BRIGADE. General _______________ ___-Sylvan Peak First Lieutenant________ _ OliveSmith Second Lieutenant____________________ Lois Hayden Third Lieutenant . Winnie Priest Sergeant__________________ Cynthia Rieck Corporal___________________ Irene Straight Privates___ One third of the Senior Class Motto_______________________________-White Shoes Countersign _______________ -White Shoes Pass-port______________________White Shoes Badge of Honor _____________ White Shoes Occasion—to be worn Commencement night amidst the ferns and olive branches. If she decreed a broken pin Of cowslips, it would be a sin To say her nay and stop the din But yet we follow, she must win, A yellow dog, a greenish horse A little ratlle-snake-skin purse, She cries the styles until she’s hoarse And treads real ruthless o’er our course. Oh styles may come and styles may go The summer’s beat, the winter’s snow The styles stay on, they stay forever And fashion leaves, oh she leaves never. 1 wished for but one single tear As something welcome, new, and dear; I wished it then, 1 wish it still Despair is stronger than my will, (I had just plunked in Caesar.) 1 he turnpike road to people’s hearts, I find, Lies through their mouths, or 1 mistake mankind; A little eatin’ now and then, Is relished by the best and worst of men. Old pumpkin pie and hamburg steak It s right there, boys, and no mistake. But of all the sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are “I’ve eaten too much again.” FASHION. Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use. Their knavery and folly to excuse, Pink slippers and purple shoes, When fashion dictates, how can we refuse? When fashion whispers “You wear what 1 say,” We kneel and worship all the day, She has her shrine, she wins each pay She will not leave, she needs must stay. THE LETTER LEGATION. Dear Mr. Smythe: 1 received your nice letter while I was visiting at Sunny Glenn. It is a dear place. 1 had all kinds of fun. They caught a rabbit and 1 watched them skinner. Must cease, someone is calling me. Sincerely, Olive. My Dear Miss Spearmint: Oh I m crazy to have a talk with you. So many exciting things have happened since 1 saw you. I have been studying Art. I j am just wrapped up in it. Will tell you all about it soon, Ta-ta. Irene. Dear John: Don’t you know this spring atmosphere just prompts me to write to you and tell you my good fortune. 1 have met the man. Yes, at Anderson Springs. Oh, he is a dream man. I thought you would want to know so I am telling you first. We are going over to Barry (not Perry) next Sunday to a picnic. Wish me luck. Your friend, Lucille. Dear Miss Smith: Oh my dear Jane, 1 have had the most exciting experience. We went to a circus Saturday and I saw the wild man from Borneo. I am sure going again when it comes. . With love, Leila. My Dear Mr. W is well: Have you read the new book? It is by Algier and is called Lester's Luck. It is such a human portrayal. Will bring it to you when I come home. Yous, Lura Vey. Dear Mr. Hadden: I am so busy, but will take a few minutes. I have been posting Bill-boards for the Unified Stock Co. The manager is Knocking now, So 1 must go. Sincerely, Lois. THE S. REETER IN THE JULEP. Now, Gurnsey was a scrappy kid And worse when he was mad. He never, swore, oh yes he did, When he was sore at dad. He stepped along the bold highway, A song was in his heart, The white lights, bright lights of Broadway H ad beckoned from the start. He walked into an ice cream store, A white coat stood before him He said, “Oh bring me nothing but A julep son,” It stood before him. A flying bug riz up from it And lit upon his nose. He fanned the air, he fanned the bug. But still it stuck real close. He stamped his feet, He cried real loud, In accents sweet, He drew a crowd: “ l ake back this drink you served to me, I’ll not have skeeters in my tea. I paid my dime, you soaked me, sir I’ll have you know I m not a cur. Skeeters are not in myline, I will not have them in my wine, l ake back this drink you served to me, I won’t have skeeters in my tea.” AMAZING STRING OF JIGS. 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