La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

Text from Pages 1 - 98 of the 1919 volume:

A Plea From the Editors With the completion of our “Annual , we eagerly await its criticism. In criticising, we hope that its read- ers will take into consideration the conditions under which it was written. We undertook and accomplished our objective with- out the least assistance. It is purely our production. We took all responsibilities, therefore we are under no obliga- tions. In presenting this book to you, we feel most assured that it will receive your sincere approval. MR. A. L. TRESTER, S«p . of School. MR. C E. HARRIS. Pnncipd THINKER RODIN. AGNES V. ANDERSON. A. B. MAUDE ELIZABETH REYNOLDS. A. B. MR. H. P. KELSAY. A. B. I «Un—LaPorto High School. 1 .«Porte. Ind Augustana College. Rock Island. III.. 1906 Richmond High School. Richmond. Indiana. Enrlham. 1910. Indiana I'nlvorsity. 1914. fclngliiU� , German. Latin Mathematics. Amboy High School. Amboy. Indiana. Kurlbam. 1912. I’Agc seven MR. LEROY NIELSON. A. B. History and Chemistry. Minnesota College. Minneapolis. Minn. University of Chicago. IRMA STONE. A. M. Montana State Normal. Convent of Sacred Heart. Luadalajara. Mexico. Butler College. 1HS-A. B. Kndcliffo College. 1917—A. M. University of California. 191S. French. MR. W. C. LUDLOW. Stone Bluff. Indiana High School. Valparaiso University. Indiana University, A. B.. 191S. Page eight MR. F. H. SIMONS. A. B. School of Technology, '78. Art. _____________________________ MILDRED FAVILLE, Ph. B. Bradley Polytechnic Institute. Peoria. III. Chicago University (Music) 1911. VANCE S. CURTIS. Franklin Coll.-ge, A. B.. 1917. North Vernon. Indiana High School. Indiana I'nlvorsity. 1912. Butler College. 1910-11. Economics. History. English. Page nine MR. J. M. HUGHES. A. 8. Indiana University. Physics. MAUDE MARKS, A. B. University of Illinois. I9IS English. NELLIE KELLY. MR. E. W. TAYLOR. A. B. Valparaiso University. '13. College of Cincinnati. M . College of Swnotypy Indianapolis. It-. Central Normal College. '17. Byrne School of Stenotypcwrlting. New Albany High School. Indiana University. A. B. English. Cage ten A man of strength, a man of length, A doer, not a rester Without much noise, he has great poise His name is A. L. Trester. Our boss direct, we present next, The one that does not spare us He guides us right with jokes and fight All hail to C.E.Harris. To gain her smile, is worth while. So strict,80 nice is she; If 1 were her. I’d blow a fiver On me and Agnes V. A teacher kind, we like to mind, A modest man will say; Our teams coached he to victory Kah-Rah for H. P. K. In letters of gold, it might be told. If in tent or palace seen; A fine, sweet face, the place to grace Miss Reynolds reigns, a queen. I uSo eleven Faculty You’ll plea.se permit me to admit Four lines will not suffice He’s taught us well. I cannot tell How much this man we prize, Your pardon now, I’ll have to vow He’s most as wise as Wilson He walks like he talks and talks like he walks You've guessed it. Mr. Nielsen. She’s young and fair and “on the square”, As good as we have known. I fear some man will spoil our plan. Her name is Irma Stone. A man of art, he does his part He’ll stay, perhaps, till time ends. His pleasant face, his whiskers grace, His name is F. H. Simons. We call him Cupid, he’s not stupid At shorthand he’s a nailer, He is a wit. will HE make a hit? Good luck to Mr. Taylor. Musicians are rare, I would not dare To think of a calling so grand; She can play in the dark, she sings like a lark. Miss FaviUe, here’s my fcSsr A maid with wings, to play on strings. I thought they dwelt in bliss; But he works in wood, as a man should. George Angel is no Miss. At once we saw, it seemed a law That he would not hurt us. He is so mild that any child Can’t help but like Mr. Curtis. Ah me. “Oh Boy.” this one’s a joy. As gay and bright as sparks; Spare us the day when she goes away Our popular Miss Marks. Another man. his face to scan Will drive away the blues ; He is so new 1 can’t see through Our friendly Mr. Hughes. Now for awhile at the Emerald Isle To eat some bread and jelly To have and to hold she’ll be fine gold To some lucky guy—Miss Kelly. I wish I knew and you do too. Some of our teachers better; Good things to say would then have play And suit Mr. Ludlow to the letter. I ll quit my muse with soups and stews. So good one never tires; With roasts and frys and cake- and pies. Prepared by our Miss Byers. Helen wore a little band Which was of purple hue. And everywhere that Helen was The band on her hair was too. She wore it down to school one day And was in the greatest glee. For Helen’s one ambition 'Twas a baby vamp to be. Indeed the band lent a look quite coy And a Theda Bara stare Which quite charmed every boy. Rut alas! One day did disappear This band of purple hue And a curl pinned o or one ear Had come to take its place. —E. C. ’19. PUKO twcJvo Office. V J NCKTZMAN (Nuctzlo) (Bill) Baxcbull 'IS-'19 Basketball Glee Club 'I6-T7 Military Training ‘18 Cias Play '19 II. S. Qulnetto '19 Editor The L '19 Oratory '19 Pageant ’19 BERNICE HENRY (Boo) Patriotic league TS-'I9 Operetta '18 Senior Literary '19 Senior Play '19 Clee Club 1S '19 MARVIN A DANIELSON (Marv) Basketball '1C T9 Baseball '19 Ser'y-Trcaa. '18 Glow Club T6-T7 MHilary Training '18 H. S. Operetta ’IS Editor• lif'.Phlef L '19 H. S. Quintette '19 Four Minute Man '19 Junior Reception Com. '18 Cl � Play Social Committee '18 VIRGINIA MEISSNER (Ginger) Glee Club Tt Feaat of the Red Corn” '16 Red Cross T$ Patriotic l-eugue T8-T9 Invitation Committee T8 Pago fourteen BERGEN THURWATCHER (Berg) Military Twining TS-TI Pageant 15� KATHRYN 8AFFORD (Kitty) Patriotic League T7-'l! Oleo Club T7-’1S HARRY SCHNABLE Military Training Class Play (Property Mgr.) MARION LAHKY (81 ) Glee Club ‘1$ Glee Club T7 Red Crost 18 Assistant Editor '19 Patriotic League '18 Hustni-s.- Mgr. Senior Class Play T9 Page nttom KM Kit Y O PETERING (Pete) (Sonny) English Club '17 German Club '17 Finance Committee 19 Class Play 19 Glee Club 16 17 Military Training 18 Business Manager L 19 Pageant 19 Junior Reception Com. 18 MARIAN KARL (Maude) Glee Club T7T8 Operetta 18 English Club 17 Red Cross T$ Girls Patriotic League 18 Senior Girls Quintette 19 Pageant 19 (Chet) DOROTHY M WHITE (Dot) CHESTER LEROY Patriotic League '18-T9 Glee Club 'l?'18 (Mas Play ‘19 Basketball '19 Baseball ’J9 Class Play '19 roKe sixteen RICHARD J. RUSSELL (Dick) Class Piny ’19 Alice Mildred ‘18 Military Training '17-T8 Social Committee ’18-T9 I’agciint '19 Rag-Doll Orchestra '19 Junior Reception Com. '18 Adv. Manager Play '19 English Club '17 Assistant Business Mgr. of the L '19 HOPE NORTON (lloi c) I'nlrioiie league '17-T9 Flag Committee '18 JOHN I). KLASSEN (Johnny) Military Training '17-'18 EILEEN CHANEY (Babe) Literary Member '18 Social Committee 18 Reception Committee 18 Associate Editor '19 Senior Play '19 Patriotic League 18 Red Cross '18 Page raven I ten ELIZABETH TRAVIS (Betty) Glee Club 'I7-'19 Senior Girls Quartette '1S-’19 Patriotic League '18-'19 Class Play 19 Social Committee 1S Operetta '18 Pageant '19 Activity Editor. Annual '19 Red Cross ’18 CHRISTINE HAVTER Patriotic league '19 Girls' Volley Ball Team 'I Literary Society T8 Glee Club '16 IItCSSIK SHINITZKY (Bess) Glee Club ’1C Feant of Bed Corn '1C Bed Cross ‘IS Patriotic League ‘18 Junior Quintette ‘18 Senior Quartette ’ll� Patriotic League '19 KVA DOWNING (Little Kra) Red Cm� '17 'IS Glrla' Patriotic League ’18-'19 Page eighteen RUTH J BIBLKKELDT MILDRED GOODEN (MMalu) (Hubbles) Patriotic Longue '18-'19 Glee Club '1 5 and '18 Feast of the Red Corn” Operetta '18 German Club '17 Patriotic league '19 Treasurer Patriotic League '19 Vice-President of Clnsa '19 Junior Quintette '18 Red Cross Pago nineteen MARIE WISE (Sweet Mnry) (•iris' Patriotic League T7-'l9 Red Cross 17-’19 Girls' CaimiriK School, sum- mer of ’17-'1$ Knitting '17-'1S ELLA GOETZ (L| Knitting TS-'19 Red Cross '19 Patriotic League '19 Flag Committee 'IS KENNETH SCHNABI.E (Kenney) Military Training Properly Man GRACE M. SHARPE (Gruee) Red Cross 'IS Patriotic League TS-T9 ELLIS GROVER (Grover) Military Training 17-'18 Pageant T9 FLORENCE MATHEWS (Flo) Glee Club TS Red Cross TS GIoo Club T9 Patriotic League TS Pageant TO l age t treaty JOSEPHINE PARRISH (Jo) Glee Club 1« Red Cross ’18 Junior Reception Com. '18 Joke Editor of I. '19 Patriotic League '18 HELEN WII.K (II. Wllk) Feast of (ho Red Corn ‘16 Glee Club '16 Red Cross. 18 Girl� ' Patriotic League '18-’19 Sec'y Girls’ Patriotic League '19 Flag Committee (chair) ‘18 VELMA CANNON (Bobby) Glee Club '17 Patriotic League ‘1$ ‘19 Red Cross '18 Invitation Committee '18 RUTH M. BRISCOE (Biscuit) Pres. Patriotic League '19 Troas. Patriotic League '18 See’y-Treas. Class ’17-'19 Literary Committe® Class '19 Debate '19 Oratory ‘16-‘l8 Class Play '19 Literary and Dramatic Ed. ■ L '19 Ole® Club ‘H ‘18 Operetta T8 English Club ‘17 Junior Reception Com. ‘17 Rod Cross TS !“� £ - tm-nty-nno EDW. DELMAR ANDERSON (Pins) President '17 and '19 Glee Club 'lfl-'l? Track ’I8'19 Debate '19 Class Piny '19 Military Training '17 T8 Alice Mildred 'IS Rag-Doll -19 P� K« ant '19 Associate Editor L '19 High School Quintette '19 Reception Committee ‘18 H. S. Orchestra T6-'17 HESTER BOWMAN (lies) Rod Cross Patriotic League HELEN BOWMAN (Helen) Rod Cross Patriotic League FLORENCE C. JOHNSON (Flo) “The Feast of the Red Corn '1S Girls' Glee Club '16 Red Cross '18 Patriotic League '18 Page twenty-two MANON PROUD Rod Pros ’17-'18 Ctrl� Patriotic League 18-'I9 ORPHA SCIU'MAKKR (Pat) Girl ' Glee Club 15 Reception Committee '18 Patriotic League '1S-'19 Red Crogj� '18 CECIL WRIGHT (C) Patriotic League ‘17-'18-'19 Red Cross '18 THEO BORDEN (Theodosia) Girl's Patriotic League Pago twenty-three I'agv twenty-four Class History ONCE upon a time there was in the land of Learn- ing a large family of children. “19”. They lived very peacefully with Mother Launer in a large house on the banks of the river Cinders. But one day their hap- piness was interrupted by a good fairy, who came to them and said. “Children, you must go forth to the land of Higher Learning.” Thereupon the children, timidly, hand in hand, with packs of formidable books that the good fairy had given them, crossed the rough, black river and found themselves before a large castle. They stood and gazed in wonderment and fear at the hugeness, and then a big giant came out of the great iron door, and took them up, up. up a winding staircase to a spacious room filled with other children, much larger and wiser looking, who were «died the Imps . These “Imps made much fun of the poor children, giving them the dis- graceful name of Pigmy”, and even took pleasure in abusing them with tar and feathers in the neighboring forests. But finally Giant Rittinger and the Good Fairy Nell succeeded in calming their fears and established them in their new life. Shortly afterwards Giant Rittin- ger announced that the children of “19’ would meet in the Tower Room when their lessons were done: at this announcement the children looked at one another fear- fully. thinking they had some awful punishment before them, and the announcement caused the Imps” to shout in derision. But the children met promptly after the trials and tribulations of that day and found not a pun- ishment but the customary choosing of leaders. And so they chose Irene Schclle to guard them against the “Imps” and the “Ogres” and I.ee Morrison to help her in this task. Hynes Pitner and Gorden Silvey they chose as their miser to count their gold, and Ruth Briscoe to put forth before the “Imps” wonderous displays of talent. Soon after this the children of “19” decided upon a fes- tivity to have away out on the King’s Highway, far from the molestations of the “Imps”, in a little cottage in the forest where one of their members lived. But alas! The “Imps” discovered the plan, as child-like the children let out their secret, and when the time came for the refresh- ments Mother Shedd found her larder bare. And thus passed the first year of their life in the big castle, a life full of trials and dangers, but also of pleas- ures. And as the leaves turned to gold the fairy came again to them, and said. “Work hard, children, for you must set an example for the new children. So they lis- tened carefully to the wisdom of their dear fairy and worked all year, striving to set an example for the chil- dren of ”20’'. In order to show that they, at least remem- bered the Golden Rule, they summoned the children of “20 to a great festivity in the banquet hall of the castle, where they danced and made merry in the greatest of Paso twcnty-flv - glee. To guide them through this year they chose Gor- don SUvey, and Ruth Bielefeldt and Ruth Briscoe to write in the big books, and Ruth Alexander to furnish enter- tainment for the other children. Giant Harris came to take Giant Rittinger’s place and there came. al o. many new fairies and ogres to help the good children through their second year. The children worked hard but found much pleasure in the festivities of their older brothers, looking forward, always, to their mo it marvelous year. Their fairy came at last to summon them to their Junior year, and with the gayest of spirits they started out to have the be: t times in their whole life. This year Hynes Pitncr was their most gallant leader and Kathryn SaflTord his help-mtae. Marvin Danielson and Louis Schumm to horde their gold they chose. They cho3e Kileen Chaney to ring forth entertainment to make the other children gasp with wonderment. They held many festivities to obtain gold for the “Fete Day”, called Junior Reception, and the most suc- cessful was the masquerade. The good witches and gob- lins came from far and wide and turned the banquet hall into an autumn field and it was a gorgeous sight indeed. They brought the best musicians of the country and the children and their guests, dressed in beautiful costumes made merry with dance and laughter. The Fete” wai an overwhelming success. A good fairy made them a huge flag of Purple and Gold to hang in the Banquet Hall, and the fairies busied themselves from morn to night. decorating the Hall in Green and White. A band of mu- sicians from the hamlet of South Bend came and ren- dered enchanting strains of music for their dancing and Mrs. Ricketts delivered pretty recitations and Mrs. Chip- man sang charming songs. Thus the third glorious year passed, all too roon for the children of 11)” a year, though full of sorrow, because of the terrible war that was being waged out in the Great World, of pleasure. And so the children of “19 passed from frivolouj young beings into sober, studious creatures, and when the good fairy came for the fourth time she bade them put on a cloak of higher learning, and carry them-.elves with dignity. So after the usual formalities of chooung Delmar Anderson, their leader, and Ruth Bieiefeldt his aid and Ruth Bri.coe and Emery Petering to keep the few copper coins left over from the last fairy festival, and Bernice Henry to take the throne on the program day, they set about preparing a splendid reception for the younger children, at which several of the maidens gave a charming little play and four of the lads played and sang wonderously. Soon afterwards heralds brought news that the Great War had come to an end and there was great rejoicing throughout the land and a day of fete. Then a great calamity happened—a dreadful plague spread over the country and the children were forbidden to come to the castle for several weeks, and when they came back they toiled unceasingly to make up their long-neglected les- 1‘ukv twcnty-� lx sons. So that the younger children should not have for- gotten their ability to entertain they held a festivity, called a Mixer. And thus the weeks and months flew and the happy Springtime came, and with it the great success in the lives of the children of “19”. A wonderou? play they gave, “Green Stockings , by name, and then the fairy came again and saying. Children, you must go forth into the world and seek your living—your days in this land of Learning are o’er. ’—she waved her wand of hap- piness and prosperity over their heads, and disappeared never to be seen again. —E. C. ’19. Will of the Class of 1919. We, the Senior Class of 1919. being of sound mind, do hereby make our last will and testament and bequeath our last full measure of devotion, presenting the follow- ing things in the hands of the present Senior Class to the members of the family of I iPorte High School. In order that these presents may be appreciated and properly pre- sented, we wish to say that we will these, hoping to step on no one’s toes. To John Hoffman. Party of the First Part, from Ber- gen Theurwachter, Party of the Second Part, is present- ed his pet tie. I � jw ivronty-Mjvfn To Florence O'Brien, Party of the First Part, from the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented a part of the city, namely, a “Ward”. From the Senior Class. Party of the Second Part, to Clarence Van Vector. Party of the First Part, is present- ed the Fara-st” flower that grows, a “Lily . To Lloyd Zimmerman and Wallace DeWitt. Parties of the First Part, from the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented a box of stationery to write Ruth and Marjorie letters on the next time they go to South Bend. From Helen Wilk, Party of the Second Part, to Ber- nice Benncthum, Party of the First Part, is presented her full length. To Marjorie Low, Party of the First Part, from the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented a book of De Witt” and humor. From the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, to Lloyd Zimmerman. Party of the F’irst Part, is presented an incubator for his “Henry . To Cyril Parker. Party of the First Part, from Delmar Aderson. Party of the Second Part, is presented the pres- idency for 1920. From Dorothy White. Party of the Second Part, to Doris Henoch, Party of the First Part, is presented a l ook on Boyoligy. From Emery Petering, Party of the Second Part, to Cecil Hattel. Party of the First Part, is presented his “Part in the Middle.” To John Hamilton. Party of the First Part, from Mar- vin Danielson. Party of the Second Part, is presented the Captaincy of the future Basket Ball team. To Karl Spencer. Party of the First Part, from Ruth Briscoe. Party of the Second Part, is presented the exclu- sive use of the vegetable Carrots.” From Richard Russell. Party of the Second Part, to Howard Travis. Party of the First Part, is presented a book How to Grow.” To Irene Shepherd, Party of the First Part, from the Senior boys. Parties of the Second Part, is presented the song, What Do You Want to Make Those Eyes at Me For? From Marian Lahey, Party of the Second Part, to Louise KiefT. Party of the First Part, is presented her famous giggle. To Gladys Garwood, Party of the First Part, from the Senior Class. Party of the Second Part, is presented our best wishes for success as a vocal singer. From the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, to Louise KiefT. Party of the First Part, is presented a Christmas “CarolI.’’ To Irwin Tafel, Party of the First Part, from the Sen- ior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented “Culver,” a military school. From the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, to Wallace DeWitt. Party of the First Part, is presented not a case of slowness but a case of Lowness.” To Lester Vogt, Party of the First Part, from the Sen- ior Class. Party of the Second Part, is presented a book on How to Play the Game of ‘Tag'. To Kitty Horton, Party of the First Part, from the Senior Class. Party of the Second Part, is presented a bot- tle of glue so the boys will stick better next year. To Julian Mack. Party of the First Part, from the Senior Class. Party of the Second Part, is presented our best wishes for better luck with his little “Patch” next year. From the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, to Carroll Orcutt, Party of the First Part, is presented a sheet, of music in the Key F” (KiefT). To Miss Marks. Party of the First Part, from the Sen- ior English Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented a silver platter to hand her sarcasm on. To some Junior boy. Party of the First Part, from Del- mar Anderson. Party of the Second Part, is presented not a Chinaman but a Glassman.” From the Senior Class. Party of the Second Part, to Helen Patch, Party of the First Part, is presented a book, “The Real Theda.” To Miss Marks. Party of the First Part, from the Sen- ior Class. Party of the Second Part, is presented their hearty thanks for helping make the Senior Play a success. From the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, to Pago Iwcntyolfc’M Archie Taylor and Harold Kale, Parties of the First Part, is presented a motto, “Never take the girls with you when you can ride alone, it saves gas. To Mr. Kolsay. Party of the First Part, from the Sen- ior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented the title of the best coach in Northern Indiana. To John Hamilton, Party of the First Part, from the Senior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented a box of powder with which to keep White. From Marvin Danielson, Party of the Second Part, to Charles Wilson, Party of the First Part, is presented a book, “How to Get a Case.” To Mr. Harris, Party of the First Part, from the Sen- ior Class, Party of the Second Part, is presented our best wishes to lead the next Senior Class thru High School as successfully as he did us. IN WITNESS WHEREOF, we, the Senior Class, have hereunto set our hands and seal the twenty-third of June, in the year One Thousand Nine Hundred and Nine- teen. —M. G., '19. Class Prophecy Dorothy was sitting in a big arm chair ga .ing pen- sively into the fire before her. She was dreaming of that clay, five years past, that had begun to wind the paths of her school-mates away from her. I tun iweniynlno Oh. if I only knew what they were all doing, she sighed. Then her thoughts were interrupted by laughter and her handsome husband entered with himself in minature on his shoulder. Oh. muvver. Daddy John just read the nicest story ’bout a girl who got losted from her family and wented to Ozma of Oz and she let her see what all of them were doing in a great big mirror. John Junior kis.ied his mother and demanded more of the charming story and once more Dorothy gave way to her thoughts, and as she dreamed, the room, the fire, ev- erything seemed to fade, and she was in a land of fairy- like beauty before the beautiful palace of Oz. A beautiful girl came out from the castle and conducted her into the enormous throne room, one side of which was a huge mir- ror. Dorothy gasped when Ozma told her to tell her whom she wished to see and the mirror would reveal them. “May I see Betty Travis? she asked in wonderment. For an answer Ozma waved her wand over the mirror and Dorothy saw coming near and nearer to her a big theatre, and as the figures became clearer she saw Betty as the leading lady in the “Follies of 192-1.” As this faded from view Dorothy asked to see Ellis Gro- ver. and in the mirror she saw him and his wife, Florence Mathews, making a concert tour of the world. Then in the mirror she saw Eva Downing and Virginia Meissner in Bohemia. New York, artist models of Bill Nuetzman, a famous artist. As this scene fade l she saw the figure of Harry Schnable, the most popular grand opera singer in Paris, still courting Mildred Gooden, who was playing star roles in melo-dramatics. Then came Bergen Therwachter. manufacturing nov- elty ties and shirts in Africa. And Marv and Eileen appeared happily married and enjoying the popularity of their latest novel. “Home. Sweet Home. ' Then came Orpha Schumaker. fat and rosy as ever, manager of the well-known Gum Company, I. M. A. Chewer. Next she saw Cecil Wright and Marian Lahey running the E. Z. Cleaning Plant in New York, rendering special service to men in khaki and blue. And she gasped as she saw Ruth Bielefeldt traveling with Billy Sunday and very popular in all the leading churches. Theo Borden came next into the mirror, as manager of a beauty parlor and having great success in making cute noses for people She saw Kathryn Saflford the manager of The French Millinery Shop on Lincoln Way in the great city of La- Porte. Ruth Briscoe and Emery Petering she saw masters of a classy studio of the art of dancing, the Tickle Toe” their specialty. Next came John Klasscn and Helen Wilk, now mar- ried, managing the Couturier Musical Instrument factory. Bessie Shinitsky came into view running a shoe and rubber store in Union Center. Dorothy could not believe her eyes as she saw Dick Russell, finally settled down, after a heart-smashing career, in a little country town, married to Mahnon Proud, and handling the Ford Agency. Hester and Helen Bowman appeared toiling unceas- ingly in the graveyard at Waterford. Chester LeRoy. she saw. a well known politician and the Mayor of Union Center. In the mirror Ella Goetz appeared running a goat farm in Nevada. Delmar Anderson, still successful in his ability to manage, was the President of the Steel Mills in Gary and manufacturing Pegs. Dorothy smiled as she saw Bernice Henry, pretty as ever, in a big studio in Hollywood, making giggles for the movie queens. Christine Hayter, appeared a hair dresser, in far-off England. And Velma Cannon, she saw happily married to the president of the Telephone Co., and Grace Sharpe the nurse of her ten children. Then came Kenneth Schnable. knightly and sedate. I’MTO thirty having received an Earldom. living in Venice with his wife. Marion. Then Marie Wise appeared the head of the library of LaPortc. Hope Norton and Louis. of course came together, mar- ried. Louis head professor at Ann Arbor. And last but not least came Jo Parrish manufacturing curling irons for Chicago University, and Florence John- son head of the Foreign Correspondence Bureau at Wash- ington. As the last figure faded from view Dorothy woke up with a start, the room was light. She sat up and yawned, then laughed—she had been dreaming all night. —E. C.. '19. THE SENIOR CLASS ALPHABET. A is for Andy—he can’t be beat, B is for Betty, a maiden petite. C is for Cannon, not below par. I) is for Danielson, our B. B. star. E is for Ella, a stenographer she, F is for Flo. she’ll suit “him’’ to a T. G is for Grover in serious mood, H is for Hope, so quiet and good. I is for Eileen, a dancer divine, J is for Jo with hair like mine. K is for Katz in gigglish glee. I’ago thirty-one L is for Lahey, a maiden care-free. M is for Mildred, one of the smartest. N is for Nuetzie, our wonderful artist. 0 is for Orpha, a smile reserving, P is for Pete, Oh. how observing! Q is for Quiet, not known in Civics 3. It is for Ituth J., busy as a bee. S is for Schnable, H. and K. zwei, T is for Thuerwachter, with his Tokyo tie. U is for US, the class of nineteen, V is for Virginia, very serene. W is for Wilk. height she has plenty, X is for Xcuses, of which we have many. Y is for Years, ahead of us yet, Z is for Zeal, we've got it. you bet. —R. M. B., '19. When first he came to see her He had a timid heart, So when the lights were burning low They—sat—this—far—apart. But as their love grew stronger And they learned the joy of a kiss They knocked out all these spaces Andsattherejustlikethis. The Senior Class’ Virtue, Weakness, NAME VIRTUE WEAKNESS E. D. Anderson Brains Gary Ruth Bielefeldt Business Blushing Thco Borden Quietness Exams Helen Bowman Modesty ( Physics ) Hester Bowman Undiscovered Oratory Ruth Briscoe Oratory Temper Velma Cannon Shape Grin Eileen Chancy Looks Marvin Marvin Danielson Athletics Dancing Eva Downing Eyes Weight Marian Karl Kind heart Even-burg Ella Goetz Reserve None Mildred Gooden Affection Kind-heartedness Ellis Grover Bluff Brains Christine Hayter Temper English Bernice Henry Friendliness Giggle Florence Johnson Complexion Inquisitiveness Betsy Travis Pep Size Dot White Disposition Solly Helen Wllk Brains Boys Cecil Wright Giggle Cases Marie Wise Quietness Too quiet John Klassen Complexion Getting fussed Marian Lahe? Dimples Eyes Chester Leroy He lost It Chemistry Klo Mathews Smile Civic Exams Virginia Meissner Size Strength Hope Norton Quietness Louis Sebumm Bill Nuetxman Voice News Jo Parrish Red hair Absentmindedness Emery Petering Hair In the middle M. C. Manon Proud Grin Undiscovered Richard Russell Height To get a case Kit SafTord Gaiety A good time Harry Schnable Reliability Girls Kenneth Schnable Industry Spanish Orpha Schumaker Good-natured Boys Grace Sharpe Soft voice Blush Bessie Sehtnitzki Kind-heartedness Name Bergen Therwachter Taste Love for colors Ambition and Realization AMBITION REALIZATION Senator Evangelist Nurse Home for two Billie Burke Cash girl Lawyer� ss Teacher Actress Happy homo Dramatic Art Instructor Maid Telephone operator Cook Marriage Marriage Ditto Ditto To reduce Growing heavier Diploma Home for the aged Tango-dancer Teacher To bo a Miller Smoke-house Concert violinist Peanut vender Senior Play Nix Opera Singer Married woman Case Out of luck Tubby V Ann Arbor Waterford Missionary Dance Instructor Actress Gym teacher Librarian Home for the aged Grocery keeper Farmer The wife of a Gob. Author Own Union Center Butler Theatre Piano Player She got it To grow thin Yot to be seen To live In M. C. Ditto Artist Paper hanger Schonck Cook College degree Missionary Teacher Happy home Helen Pago T. H.) Chauffeur Has none Milliner To become popular Successful Moch. Engineering Fireman To live In the city Milkmaid City Librarian Suffragette To teach Faculty Failed Designer Pill roller I’ll go thirty-two I'atco llilrly-fuur Junior Class Roll BOVS Bunco. Clarence DcWItt. Wallace Cuyer. Don Hamilton. John llornheck. Ralph Hoffman. John Kaplan. Kdward Holler. Robert Kriusgrllt. William Link, Waller Carl Mack. Julian Magnimm, John Orcutt. Carrol Parker, Paul Phaltn. William Roberts. Russell Shaw. Ixtwoll Sheriff. Raymond Shlck. Donald Tafel. Irwin Wilson. Charles Zimmerman. Lloyd GIRLS Bennelhum. Bernice Boklund, Florence Borden. Harriet Brodaakl, Bessie Decker. Florentine classman. Olive Htmlln. Lillian Hood. Linda Hoover. Irene Kabelin. Dorothy Keiff. Ixmisc Kiinowltz. Naomi Philips. Helen Rogers. Iva Rumoly. Cornelia Safford. Margaret Schnock. Florence Schnmaker, Orpha Credita according to beginning of year. l � ut s Ihlrtjr-wven Sophomore Class Roll BOYS GIRLS Culver, Clarence Dawson. Ward Duchosols. George Gaul. Harold Guenther. Ralph Hahn. William Mattel. Cecil llutTmnu. Ralph Hornheck. Ray Jussup. Robert Johnson. Alvin Kabl.n. Russell Kanney. Winfield l.indstrom. Norman Marr. John Martin. Harold Me.TIghe. Francis Meier, Edwin Northam. Harry Ohlls. Norman Kobuxkl. Joseph Sheldon. Neal Shlnltzky. David Smith, Earl Spencer. Earl Stark. Herman Swan. Robert Vandewalker. Alvin Van Vactor, Clarence Black. Lucy Culver. Helen Faro. Lillian Garwood, Gladys Hans. Marjorie Hay ter. Jano Henry. Ruth Hick matin. Ruth Henoch. Doris Hogan. Frances Holmes. Myra Hunt. Marvel Kaska. Mary Keith. Chorrlo Lultcy. Winifred Lowden. Myrtle I-ow, Ellse Low. Marjorie Martin. Sarah Moist. Marian O'Brien. Florento Darker. Florence Paul. Myrna Scholl. Dorothy Tag. Elolso Thomas. June Young. Ora Wolfe. Maude Wilkinson. Osborn Credits according to beginning of year. Page thirty-eight HMENJ I'asc forty Freshmen Class Roll BOYS GIRLS Abran. Harry ( . Barhant. Franklin Bennethuin. Donald Blackburn. Harold Bluckwflder. Irwin Blycker. Uwremc Brewer. Gerald Brook . Haliih Coffeen. Amos Cooper. Lloyd Coalet. Miles Decker, Harry Fitzimmons. Lawreiu-n Gleslcr. Kdwin Halm. Walter McAllister, Leonard Hall. Stuphcn Mattel. Kenneth Hazard. Nelson Hoald. Chester Heuai. George HofTtnan, Oils Hoffman Floyd Jessup. Robert I If land. Orval Jnever. Norman Johnson. Nonnan Jonas. Wendel Kale. Harold Kelso. Lawrence Kelly. Harold Kreidler. Harry Lewis. Alfred l«ong. Harold Lingren. Kwald McLean. Richard Meissner. Frederick rage forty-ono Miller, Marston Anderson. Edna M. McCarlen. Helen Moore. Ralph C. Anders n. Esther Moist er. Zln .1 Nellson. Bruce Anderson. Edna R. Menzol. Dorothea Nelson. Arthur Benson. Frances Miller. Eunice Ncutzrnau. Arthur Koklund. Louis Moore. Ethel Oakes. John C, Bozarusky. Georgian! Mayer. Helen O'Connell, lister Brigs, Ruth Munson, Ellen Olills. Kent Brewer. Maud Munson. Evelyn Peoplis. Ralph A. Borg. Magda lei no Naylor. Dorothy Plglow. Donald Collins. Anna Olson. Bernice Blest. William Collins. Dorothy Ormsby. Ethel I’ltner. Frederick Dane, laiwls Reuse. Elsie Shutler. Alden Dominic. Irene Peterson. Adclo Tafd. Floyd Dyball. Mildred Peerson. Thelma Tiylor. Archie Kuril. Evelyn Philen. Edith Tews. Merlin Ebert. Helen Philips. Hazel Travis. Howard Fitzsimmons. Evelyn Philips, Ruth Vovt. Le«ter Foltz. Mary Rleolow. Mildred Wllk. William Oerbrlck, Cecilia Proud. Kitty Wl e. William Goldman. Beatrice Pullen. Beatrice Wolfe, Albert GrindstalT. Mildred Soldier. Evani Gulsey. Eullalla Sheridan. Beatrice Gustafson. Leona Shenabarger. Elva llaushecr, Elenore Shutler. Alden Hoald. Gertrude Skemp. Dorothy Hot nig. Dorothy Swanson. Florence Hutton. Ethel Thaldorf. Blanche Johnson. Alice Tyrell. Mabel Jonas. Edna Troy. Pearl A. Kistler, Frances Wendt. Ia oni Krueger. Mablc White. Marjorie l illayne, Violet Wllk. Vlrslnla Larson. Vivian Wing. Mildred Larson. Josephine Winner, Iaiurn Lusly. Eliza bet It MacDougall. Grace McGuire. Ethel Zabn, Jessie Credits according to beginning of year. ATHLETICS With the termination of athletics for the present year, we take this occasion to sum up and comment upon the past season. BASKETBALL. The LaPorte High School was represented this year by one of the fastest and strongest quintets in its history. The splendid showing the team made throughout the season, especially at the Northern Indiana Basketball Tournament, h an achievement well worth being proud of and ii deserving of our heartiest respect. Playing a hard and consistent brand of ball, with heart and soui instilled with vigor and enthusiasm, they emerged at the end of the sea on with a most commendable record. Basketball is LaPorte’s major sport, therefore the genuine High School spirit and support is most predom- inate in thii branch. The student body was exceptionally loyal this year, never failing to give their co-operation whether win or lore. One feature that is most conspic- uous about the team work and it's followers is the clean sportsmanship blood that fills their veins. This is ad- mired by all. The team got off to a bad start, due to injuries and tough luck of some of the men. This, however, did not effect or dishearten them in the least for they soon I'mic ft ny-thrw r-truck their stride that carried them through with Hy- ing colors. Coach Kelsey deserves to share the honor and glory, inasmuch as the success of the season was due to his ex- cellent advice and guidance. He, being the first coach of the local High School, to succeed in piloting an orange and black team to the finals of the sectional tournament. The future outlook is mod promising. With plenty of winning material on hand. Coach Kelsey will no doubt produce another winner next year that is equal to this year’s team. To express it’s appreciation, the High School present- ed the team with sweaters. The players, as a token of their gratification and esteem presented Coach Kelsey with a handsome loving cup. RECORD OF PLAYERS. MARVIN DANIELSON (Captain) Marv held down the pivot position in great style. He is a fast man on the floor and it has been admitted by some of his opponents that in dealing with him every exertion is needed. He is a good basket shot and can be depended upon to get points. He will be a great loss to the team. WM. NUETZMAN— Bill was the best guard and most consistent player the school had. He has played two years, but graduates I’m� lurly-foar this year which means severe loss to the team. Bill was always on the job to break up plays and keep down the score of his opponents. He deserves a great deal of credit. JOHN (ABIE) HAMILTON— (Captain-Elect) Tubby is a forward that will run up a record as an athlete. He becomes better every day, and we pity the guard that has to guard him next year. He is a good shot from any angle on the door, and plays a good Moor game. NORMAN JOHNSON— Norm is a Freshman guard that made the varsity. He is a good man to break up opposing plays. He is some- what hindered by his size, nevertheless he puts plenty of pep” into hi? playing. He should develop into a “crack- er-jack player.” DONALD SHICK— Don played a good game at guard but was handicap- ped towards the close of the season by the injuries of hi t hand. HARRY NORTHAM— Fuzzy plays a good game at forward, is a good basket shot and was only held down on account of his size. CYRIL PARKER— Cy was only here the latter part of the season but de- serves credit for his good work in the tournament. 1 01(0 forty-five HARROLD BLACKBURN— Blackic is another “Freshie” winning a letter. He is a fast man and Kood shot and should be a good prospect for future teams. And here’s to our second string men—Ifflland. Heusi, Wise, Hahn. A. Nuetzman, Roberts, Guenthe and Le- Roy. They are made of “promising stuff”. Basketball Schedule HATH WINNING LOSING SCORE PLACE TKAM TKAM Soy. 15, 1918 Wanatnh La Porto 30-11 Wanatali Dee. 20. 1918 Mi h iwuka LaPorto 30-8 Mishawaka Jan. 10. 1919 I-a Porto Plymouth 35-19 La Porte Jan. 17. 1919 Klkhurt La Porte 28-25 Klkhurt Jan. 25. 1919 I � a Porte Michigan City 38.9 Michigan City Jan. 30. 1919 Smith Bend LaPorto 3018 UPorlt Fob. 7. 1919 La Porto Goshen 37-8 Goshen Fob. 8. 1919 La Porto Klkhurt 34-20 LaPorto Fob. 14. 1919 La Porte Mishawaka 36-4 LaPorto Fob. 21. 1919 LaPorto Michigan City 29-9 LaPorto Feb. 22. 1919 South Bend La Porte 30-21 South Bend Mar. 1. 1919 Plymouth LaPorto 23-22 Plymou h Mar. 7. 1919 LaPorto KoI1.uk Prairie 20-17 Tourney Mar. 8. 1919 I-a Porte LaCrosse 34-14 Tourney Mar. 8. 1919 LaPorto Elkhart 33-18 Tourney Mar. 8. 1919 South Bend La Porto 17-10 Tourney TOTAL Opponent ...................308 L. P. II. S.................40� Game� Won.................... 9 Games Lost................... 7 BASEBALL. The “national game” was introduced into the sporting ranks of the High School after an absence of several years. Regardless of the handicaps to be dealt with and the task of developing out of such material a nine that would win recognition. Coach Curtis achieved the de- sired results. The High School is fortunate in possessing such a valuable man as Coach Curtis, who thoroughly un- derstands the managing of men and is capable of procur- ing the best outcome. Getting right down to business from the first tap of the gong, and maintaining it until taps, the players ac- tually acquired that “substance” known as ability. Ab- sorbing each and every morsel of baseball knowledge from the practical and fundamental principles to the sci- entific and the finer points of the art. a respectable aggre- gation was formed. The shedule arranged was rather difficult. Only two invasions in foreign territory were made; one tour to the distant clime of Culver while the other was a jaunt to the neighboring town of South Bend where we locked horns with the Notre Dame Preps. A series of combats were booked with the local Y. M. C. A. team which provider! excellent workouts for the boys to get rid of some super- fluous energy. As most of the “skull plays” and erratic playing was committed in the enemies’ country, we kept our reputation clean “in our own home town.” 1 08« (ufl)-M rcn The players and their positions are as follows: The battery usually consisted of Neutzman and Ohlis. with “Bill” doing the slabbing and Ohlis on the receiving end. l.croy held down the initial bag in great style. Danielson guarded the keystone sack and, who, with Xortham, a.v his running mate made a swell combination. Blackburn took care of the farther corner, inland. Heusi and Rob- erts composed the fast trio which so nobly defended the outer gardens. TRACK. The call of the cinder path, issued about the first of April, was responded to by a rather inexperienced, yet inspiring bunch of athletes. It may be raid that track men. in the LaPorte High School, with a few exceptions, are “few and far between.” Consequently we are usually represented by a team dependable upon the ability of one or two of its matei instead of a well-balanced team. The conclusion is obviou3. In spite of this fact. Coach Kelsey bent to his ta k with confidence and determination to turn out a reputable and reliable track team. He was successful. Overcoming all obstructing and perplexing difficulties that would in any way interfere or hinder the possibility of developing a team, he producet! a creditable track team. We must no , neglect, however, to appreci- ate and praise the untiring efforts of the track men who so strenuously and faithfully toiled to constitute such a team. ‘SPORTING-SI DE-SLANTS.” All over except the shouting. Let’s give ’em nine rahs. come on let’s go. The financial end of the season broke about even. Looks like soft pickings at the tourney next year. South Bend will again be the battle grounds for next year’s tourney. Hamilton is elected to lead next year’s warriors. We’re for you. Tubby. The sweaters given the team this year are to be made a permanency. That is, in style and color. Danielson and Hamilton were the chief point getters for the season. Danielson totaled 183 points, while “Tubby rang up 139. Danielson. Hamilton and Neutzman won berths on the various all-star” teams, picked by the judges, referees, and newspaper men at the tourney. They are deserving of the honor. Lloyd Zimmie” Zimmerman was chief yell executor. ‘'Zimmie’ possesses remarkable ability in this art. Of course we all know that his greatest asset is his No. I2’s, which serve as sounding boards. LaPorte was nobly represented at the tourney. A big crowd accompanied the team, and when the news was flashed that LaPorte had reached the finals, another throng swaimed to the battle. Daniel on and Neutzman have played their last High School basketball. The loss of these two men is quite a blow; however, there seems to be plenty of aspiring youngsters who feel confident of filling up the vacant “shoes of these two veterans. Some Ball Team. Eh? Neutzman captained the ball team, besides twirling nearly every game. No, ba eball was not a fiscal or a farce, as wa3 ex- pected. Many times the dark horse wins. It was given a chance and won out. Now let's boost and make it an- other major sport. The way Coach Curtis capers around the ball lot is sufficient proof that he is a true born ball player. He had seen service in the minors pervious to his coming here. I'iiRo forty-eight Those ball suits are class” for the shape they’re in. but they’re in a-------of a shape. They have been in cold storage” so long that they are nothing more than wrecks. Let’s get some respectable uniforms. Baseball men had a terrible time getting into shape. The cold, rainy spells during the early part of the season, prevented Coach Curtis in putting his squad into action at the usual time. The baseball team held high expectations for a couple of trips to Chicago. Coach Curtis attempted to hook-up some games with several of the High Schools in that city but for some unknown reason he was unable to make con- nections. The training of the soft padded athletics was not heard until the latter part of April. This made them hustle every minute until the “gong” rang. Track men—“The last hundred years are the hard- est.” The county track and field meet was the only track event of the year previous to the N. 1. T. M. The meet was held at the county fair grounds May 2, where track candidates from taPorte. Michigan City. Wan tah and lima forty-nine Bolling Prairie participated. Wanatah, through the abil- ity of Wittmack, carried away first honors, with Rolling Prairie, LaPorte and Michigan City finishing respective- ly. Both track and field were in a soggy condition, thus handicapping the men considerably. Although the per- formance of Wittmack was most admirable and outstand- ing, Hamilton, of LaPorte, deserves mention. Tubby’ secured second highest individual honors by capturing three firsts and two thirds. In criticizing the baseball teams we would say that their defense is as nearly perfect as could be expected while on the other hand, the offense is horribly weak. A team must have runs to win. In several of the games their bats, to our opinion, served little purpose except for an ornament or means of exercise. With the big track meet at South Bend, May 17th came the close of athletics for the school year. Hence—The Curtain. Lillian and Van. Out shopping they looked at a pearl; Said she, as she tucked up a curl, “Now instead of a hat. I guess I'll take that.” Said Van. Guess again little girl.” L” Winners TRACK—Hamilton. ORATORY—Nuetzman. READING—Kabelin. DEBATE—Anderson. Briscoe, Henry, Classman, Huff- man, Safford, Wilk. BASEBALL—inland. Heusi, LeRoy, Blackburn, Roberts. Guyer, Ohlis. BASKETBALL—Danielson. Nuetzman. Johnson, Parker, Hamilton. Blackburn. Northam, Shick. AS WE KNOW THEM. K. DELMAR ANDERSON—Sings and plays a merry tune. Hard, careful worker and faithful friend. Good student with remarkable ability, and who is sure to succeed. JOHN KLASSEN—An unknown quantity in general, and is characterized mainly by an unbroken serious- ness. Seen and not heard. A good companion. HARRY SCHNABLE—Another statue of liberty. Says little but sees much. Has discovered that it is not well to set a flask of chemicals down with force. BERGEN—Seldom heard from. Not extra brilliant ex- cept for his ties and socks. Very peaceable, but a nice fellow and good friend. ELMS GROVER—Of sober, quiet nature, and acts like a church. Gives nobody a chance to know him but must be a serious lad of high ideals. WILLIAM NEUTZMAN—A good natured. friendly fel- low. Artist, but not a sculptor. Has plenty of humor and wit. Has a promising voice. KENNETH SCHNABLE—Matter of fact. Does as he likes. Seems, however, to be a very pleasant and agreeable lad. MARVIN DANIELSON—Possesses athletic ability. A good fellow and an essentially useful man. Always sitting around with his teeth in his mouth. Likes to sing but no one likes to hear him. imko fUty-ono EMERY G. PETERING—Almost human. Small and ap- parently insignificant, perfectly harmless. Care- free and generally likeable. Good student and hard and consistent worker. He’s got the world cheated. CHESTER I.EROY—We haven't got Chet’s” number yet as he is a new comrade. Although he’s a corn- fed and loves the cows and chickens; he likes the bright lights. _R. j. r. I DON’T. My parents taught me not to smoke, I dont Or listen to a naughty joke, I dont They told me that I should not wink. At pretty girls or even think. About intoxicating drink. I dont To dance or flirt is very wrong, I dont Some men chase women, wine And song. I dont I don’t kiss girls, not even one. I do not know how it is done. You wouldn’t think I’d have much fun. I dont STAFF OF “L”. MARVIN A. DANIELSON .... Editor EILEEN N. CHANEY ... Assistant. Editor MARIAN LAHEY - - - Assistant Editor EMORY PETERING ... Business Manager DELMAR ANDERSON - - Associate Editor RICHARD RUSSELL - Assistant Business Manager WILLIAM NEUTZMAN - Art. Athletic, Calendar Editor RUTH M. BRISCOE - - Literary, Dramatic Editor ELIZABETH TRAVIS .... Activity JOSEPHINE PARRISH - - - Joke Editor BERNICE HENRY - - Assistant Joke Editor “GREEN STOCKINGS.” The Senior Class of 1919 presented Green Stockings” May 16, in the Central Auditorium, under the direction of Miss Maude Marks. The play was a great success and well appreciated as was shown by the over crowded audi- torium. A well cho3cn cast was selected early in April by Miss Marks and the careful and tedious training re- sulting in a cleverly acted and well staged play. STORY OF THE PLAY. “Green Stockings , the three-act comedy, written by A. E. Mason, has for its plot the complications involved in getting the eldest daughter of an English family mar- ried. Celia Faraday, a wholesome girl still under thirty. ri� Bo tUiy-ihreo is to have to put on green stockings, an old English cus- tom which required an elder sister to wear green stock- ings at the wedding of her younger sister if that younger sister has captured a husband first, a third time—once for Madge, once for Evelyn and now for Phyllis. Upon returning from Southhampton. Celia learns that her sis- ters are attempting to get old Admiral Grice to propose to her. because Wm. Faraday will not give his consent to the announcement of the engagement of Phyllis to Rob- ert Tarver, an empty-headed young swell, for he knows there is a better chance of getting Celia off his hands as long as Phyllis is about. People talk of her and Celia as the two Faraday girls and lump good old Celia into the girl division just out of habit. Then and there Celia, who is tired of l eing regarded as dowdy and dull, decides to invent an engagement, which she announced to her family. She decides on the name of Colonel John Smith, of Somaliland for her fian- cee. Her sisters urge her to write a love letter to him. Surprisingly there is a Colonel in the West African Rifles, Somaliland, by the name of Colonel John Smith and the letter reaches him. Eight months later Celia has her Aunt Ida, of Chi- cago, who is visiting at the Faraday home, send the death notice of Colonel Smith to The Times. Her family sym- pathizes with her deeply and she believes herself com- pletely rid of Smith. Her scheme has worked. Immediately after the announcement of her engage- ment the attitude of every member of her family to her changes. James Raleigh and Henry Steele, as well as Admiral Grice, fall in love with her. Under the name of James Nugent Vavasour, suppos- edly a close friend of the deceased Colonel Smith, Colonel Smith himself, comes to the Faraday home and insists on Miss Celia’s taking a few mementoes from him. Vav- asour falls in love with Celia and she with him. She dis- covers his identity and as the curtain goes down, Celia promises to be his wife. THE CAST. Admiral Grice, manner of a sea-dog - Kenneth Schnable William Faraday, father of girls - William Neutzman Colonel Smith, Celia’s lover - - - Delmar Anderson Robert Tarver, empty-headed young swell Emery Petering Henry Steele, friend of family - - Richard Russell James Raleigh, friend of family - - Marvin Danielson Martin, servant - Chester LeRoy Celia Faraday, eldest daughter of Wm. Faraday Dorothy White Madge, (Mrs. Rockingham) - - Eileen Chaney Evelyn (Lady Trenchard) - - Bernice Henry Phyllis, youngest sister of Celia - - Elizabeth Travis Mrs. Chisholm Faraday, (Aunt Ida) - - Ruth Briscoe A LI.-OF-A-SUDPEN—PEGGY The .Junior Class of the High School gave their play April 25. The play was under the supervision of Miss Kelly and she is to be praised on her excellent coaching and the selection of her cast. The play was given before a well fdled audience and the jokes and the manner in which the cast presented the play were well appreciated by the attentive audience. STORY OF THE PLAY. Lady Crackenthorpe and her brother. Major Archie Phipps are dependent upon Lady Crackenthorpe’s son. Lord Anthony, owner of the estate at Hawkhurt. An- thony, who is a scientist interested in trap-door spiders, invites Mrs. O’Mara. F. R. S. and her «laughter, Peggy, to help him with his book on spiders. Mrs. O’Mara is eager for a marriage between her daughter and Lord Anthony. Jimmy Keppel. Anthony’s younger brother comes home from Ceylon and is appointed to “dazzle” Peggy and distract her attention from Anthony. Jimmy falls in love with Peggy live minutes after he meets her. Peggy, who is not in love with Anthony wishes her moth- er to marry him instead. In order to bring it about she runs away to tendon and wires her mother that she is married to Jimmy. She then goes to Jimmy’s apartment to see him. He is out for the night and she falls asleep Pago flfly-four while waiting. Mrs. Colquhoun, a gossip, finds her there. Major Archie publishes an announcement of the mar- riage in the morning paper and then appears with his mother at the apartment and finds Jimmy and Peggy discussing the affair. They all decide that the two young people must marry to avoid a scandal. Peggy refuses and goes back to Hawkhurst where she tells her mother that she really fell in love with Jimmy all-of-a-sudden coming down on the train. Mrs. O’Mara announces her engagement to Anthony. The family returns from lx n- don and Peggy tells Jimmy she will marry him. He re- fuses. fearing she agrees merely because of circum stanc- es. They quarrel, but finally become reconciled and de- cide to marry all-of-a-sudden. THE CAST. Anthony, Lord Crackcnthorpe Lloyd Zimmerman Fellow of the Entomological Society The Hon. Jimmy Keppel Harry Northam His Brother Major Archie Phipps (Retired) John Hamilton Lady Crackenthorpe’s Brother Jack Menzies Cyril Parker Jimmy s Friend Parker Raymond Sherriff Footman at Hawkhurst Lucas Irwin Tafel l MKo dfiy-nv« Manservant at Jimmy's Flat I ady Crackenthorpe Helen Patch lx� rd Crackenthorp’s Mother The Hon. Millicent Keppel The Hon. Mrs. Colquhoun Mrs. O’Mara Olive Classman Iva Rogers Florence Boklund Widow of Professor O’Mara. F. R. S. Peggy Margaret SafTord Her Daughter THE SENIOR PROCRAM. The Senior Class was the starter of the Friday morn- ing program this year. The Senior program was a suc- cess in every sense of the word. The orchestra cheered the hearts of the listeners as it always does. The girls’ quartette sang appropriate songs as it was a St. Pat- rick’s program. An Irish story, written by Marian La- hey, was read by Ruth Briscoe. Many other Irish selec- tions were enjoyed by the High School Assembly. The Juniors followed the Seniors in pulling off a good program. The Juniors published a paper about that time and “Zimmie”, the president of the class, read snatches from it. The school never realized before that there was so much talent in the Junior class, especially when it comes to writing poetry. Dorothy Kabelin pleased all by an appropriate selection. Words cannot THE JUNIOR PROCRAM. tell how much we appreciated the orchestra, as you all know we all enjoy a good orchestra. Naomi Kilnowitz gave a reading in her usual captivating manner. The Juniors will be the leaders next year and we know that they have a good start. THE SOPHOMORE PROGRAM. The Sophomore Ice Cream Parlor opened Friday morn- ing, April 18. successfully and ended successfully. Their choicest selections were as good as any ice cream ever tasted. Stephen Hall showed his ability and made a real hit that morning, if he was only a nigger ’. We didn’t know Steve” had such wonderful ability but we found it out that morning. And the girls’ quartette was in per- fect harmony, even their dress. Mildred Wing captivat- ed the audience with her “Lover’s Delight”. Oh yes, the music, the orchestra was better than ever, except—oh you know—that classical stuff. THE FRESHMAN PROGRAM. Well, the Freshmen tried to and did show off April 25. in the morning. They thought they’d have a school, being they don’t get enough of five days a week, without making the Friday morning program one. Edna Ander- son was the strict schoolma'am and on the pupils that she had to rule, but she could do it too. It was Friday afternoon in their school and they were to have a pro- gram, so Dorothy Skemp favored the school with a read- ing. which was very much appreciated, judging from the applause. The girls’ quartette then gave a few number� which were appropriate except that they seemed to hear something else beside the music of the piano most of the time. A number of other activities were enjoyed such as chewing gum, eating candy, and whispering. The Freshmen are to complimented on their originality and careful preparation. Debate THE success of debate in 1919 was largely due to the faithful and untiring efforts of Mr. Nielsen, Mr. Curtis and Miss Kelly. The question in the Penta- gonal League” this year was, “Resolved: That the Fed- eral Government Should Own and Operate the Railroad� .” The “tryouts” were held early in January and the follow- ing teams were picked: Affirmative—Delmar Anderton, Captain, Ruth Bris- coe, Ruth Henry. Negative—Olive Classman, Captain. John Huffman. Margaret Safford. Alternates—Charles Wilson. Helen Wilk. The successful season’s debate uncovered new mate- rial that has proved its worth in maintaining the “Penta- gonal shield for the I-aPorte High School. I‘ace Ilfty-Mx i'uso nny-mven Next year should prove an exceptionally successful year as only two members of the present team graduate in 1919. OLIVE E. GLASSMAN (Polly)—As able a debater as has ever represented this school. She is a master of delivery. JOHN S. HUFFMAN (Politic-.)—A forcible speaker noted for his clear and ready refutation. MARGARET T. SAFFORD (Maggie)—Very quiet logic together with dignity of poise caused Maggie to be one of the best debaters we have ever heard. RUTH M. BRISCOE (Biscuit)—Just unsurpassed, l hat’s all. She sure is some debater. She throws anger in the hearts of her opponents by her sound arguments. RUTH C. HENRY (Charlie)—Although new and only a Soph” (excuse me Ruth) she sure is there. Logic— r.o name for it. Here’s next year’s captaincy for you, Ruth. EDWARD DELMAR ANDERSON (Pins)—Is with- out doubt as quick a thinker on the platform as any thb school has ever possessed. A diligent worker and a man that can be depended on in a crisis. THE ORATORICAL CONTEST. The preliminary oratorical contest was held April 28, at the Central Auditorium to choose two speakers for the Northern Indiana Association. Dorothy Kabelin was given first honors among the girls. Miss Kabelin had as her topic “The Finish of Pat- sy Barns.” She is at perfect ease on the stage and car- ries her audience with her throughout her reading. She has one more year to show her ability again. Eunice Miller received second place and gave “Com- mencement”. Eunice is only a Fre ■•hman. but she shows remarkable ability along that line. We hope she will try the rest of the High School days. 1‘atco fifty.visl.i Ruth Briggs gave The Man Without a Country . This was a well chosen topic and she gave it with perfect understanding. Ruth, you're starting on the road to success. Keep it up next year. Evelyn Earll read The Lie with the proper inter- pretation. Marjorie White makes one feel that she is absolutely sure of herself. Edna Anderson took the part of the little children in her selection with perfect understanding and ease. William Ncutzman was awarded first place for his oration. William was the only boy who went out for oratory. William is a Senior and will not get to carry off the honors again, but we are proud of him this year. He reminds one of some great orator standing before his audience pouring forth his message with greatest meaning. PATRIOTIC LEAGUE. The Patriotic league was resumed this year to con- tinue its war work. The following officers were elected: Ruth Briscoe, president; Ruth Biclefeldt, treasurer; Helen Wilk, sec- retary. There was not so much done by the girls this year as there was last year, but nevertheless what they did was done well. The first thing they did was to adopt uniform fuse ruiy-nino dress. Most all of the girls abided by the rule but as it was not compulsory some girls, of course, had to break it. Then the girls sold tickets for the Great Lakes Con- cert at the Madison theater. Next came the Liberty Loan and the girls were asked to boost that, so one Saturday morning, one of the cold- est of the season the girls in front of the court house and the boys across the street started a race to Push the Pennies to Pershing”. Of course the girls won and a goodly sum was realized by the Liberty Loan Workers. The girls are to be praised for their efforts in this drive. As there was a good sum of money left from last year the girls thought best to invest part of it in a French Orphan. They adopted one about 4 years old and some have already written to her. Toward the close of the year some kits came in from a woman in the country, only half finished. Some of the girls finished these and they were all turned over to the Red Cross. The girls were enthusiastic and willing to help do whatever they could this year, and we sincerely hope that they will do the same next year. RAG-DOLL-ORCHESTRA. The Rag-Doll-Orchestra, a quintette of very select and talented “jazz artists, is an exceedingly popular musical organization within the High School and its realm. The personnel of the orchestra is as follows: Delmar Anderron (piano)—A marvel on the ivories. Has no equal. “Dick Russell (banjo and drums)- -The only one of his kind. Wallace DeWitte (saxaphone)—The Six Brown Brothers have nothing on him. Cyril Parker (trombone)—Old man jazz himself. This De Luxe combination participated on various occasions before the populace and in numerous school functions, always rendering very entertaining and pleas- ing selections that generally received a hearty applause in response. THE SENIOR DANCE ON APRIL 11. All was quiet!! Diligent students bent eagerly over their books. The bell rang. Mr. Harris entered—he said, “The Senior president has something to tell the assem- bly.” The president’s announcement was—“A dance Friday. April 11, given under the auspices of the Senior ('lass.” Immediately there was great applause and boys hastened to their fair ladies with the question, Will you go to the dance with me. Friday night?” Naturally all said, “Yes.” Friday night came and with it a host of couples jour- neyed to the dance. None were downhearted, at least if they were their “blues” immediately vanished when the orchestra rounded the signal for the first dance, and no blues were in evidence during the entire evening. Alumni and students tripped the light fantastic toe 'till eleven. Mr. Harris, the custodian of the ballroom ap- peared and the sweet strains of Home Sweet Home”, fell upon the ear. For the first time a shadow passed over the faces of the dancers, but it lingered only a mo ment. The sweet melody ended—the couples departed and another successful affair was registered in the annals of the class of '19. DANCE AFTER M. C. GAME. You know we beat’em!! Who? Michigan City. Ev- erybody rejoiced. The Junior Class gave a dance follow- ing the game, a real celebration affair. M. C. didn’t seem very down-hearted for who can dance with a sad heart? And furthermore, who could resist the strains of that l,aPorte Rag Doll” Jazz Orchestra? And when eleven- thirty appeared, everyone departed reluctantly but with happy hearts. THE JUNIOR MASQUERADE. The premature peace celebration was over but an- other exciting event was on. The Juniors were giving a masked ball for the High School. All were invited, from the infant Freshmen to the mighty Seniors. The only request made of those coming was that they should ai - l Ag ' Atxiy jHjar in costume—any period: Moslem, Colonial, Eliza- bethan—in fact one could go back as far as he liked. The only restriction was that he should not go back too far. This invitation brought out a great number to make merry on the evening of November the eighth. Mexicans, whom Villa might have claimed as his own brothers, min- gled intimately with Culver graduates—all past differ- ences mended—for the time being. Fairies stooped to dance with champion ball players; gypsies, pierrots and Pierrettes gave color to the scene and even the west sent her quota of cowboys. Music was furnished by Northam and Rheinhart. If the ghosts of Halloween had been out nine days late, they might have seen all the guests wending sadly homeward from the Junior Masquerade. SENIOR RECEPTION. The first social event of the year was. according to the custom of our ancestors, given by the Seniors on September 20. 1918. It was a reception to the entire school. The crowd assembled at eight o’clock. An in- teresting program was given first, consisting of a clever play. “Crossed Wires”, the cast being Ruth Henry. Dor- athy Kabelin, Olive Glassman and Elizabeth Travis; a vaudeville act by the Senior Male Quartette, with Eileen Chaney, as the decorations; a speech” by E. Dclmar An- derson, president of the Senior class, and a response by Paso lxty-one Lloyd Zimmerman, president of the Junior class, in be- half of the lower classes. Then dancing was enjoyed until the usual hour—eleven “bells”. Provision was made for the care of the Freshmen. —B. T. T9. SENIOR CLASS PARTY. Can the Seniors have a good time? I’ll say so! Any- way they decided to have one, so one dark and stormy Friday night they left for the flourishing metropolis of Union Center (otherwise known as Leroysville). By the way “Bim Leroy is SOME host. Well, as I was about to remark, we left “Betty Travis’ abode at approximately six o'clock, returning at approximately—Hush! Well, as I was just saying, we had some trouble on the road. You know Marv” jumped the gun and got to Union Center at about the time E. G. “Pete was reaching Kingsbury. After cooling Petering’s engine and walking down the road for several “rods” we started again and finally reached “Leroysville . Well, we danced, we sang, and we were merry; for we succeeded in consuming a con- siderable quantity of eats”, ice cream, et cetera. As I have already said, we reached LaPorte again at approx- imately ????? Well, we voted many thanks to “Bim” and his family for their hospitality and all returned to our little “eiderdowns to dream of the Senior’s success- ful party of 1919. By the way. the main events of the evening were dancing over the store to a “Victrolean’ tune that couldn’t be heard: the wearing out of a well- known role of music, ‘Til Say She Does”, and the de- struction of Anderson’s banjo-uke by Ruth Briscoe, who deliberately sat down on it. —E. D. A. '19. NOTICE!!! $10,000 Reward—Lost. Strayed or Stolen. A small boy about the size of his father, bare-footed with his father’s boots on. born before his oldest brother. He has a small mouth about a foot, foot and a half or two feet in width, and a foot about a foot, foot and a half or two feet long: he is cross-eyed, he walks backwards, and has a j)ork chop back with a bean soup lining. He was carrying a small sack on his back containing a bundle of bung holes, one cave and two railroad tunnels. When last seen he was shoveling wind out of Mr. Harris’ oflice in order to get money to go to college. If found, nlca.se notify or return to Cadet Sgt. Capt. Roabozhite, before the 51st day of Sliptcmber, 189G Phd. A TERRIBLE TRAGEDY. Sixteen hundred men ran wildly away from four hun- dred of the enemy, when, with a blood curdling yell, he rushed on her, fired quickly into them, the melee ending in a general set image between two bull dogs and a pacing mare who made a fine record after achieving a great Patto sixty-three altitude he started for earth in a series of heart-stopping loops as the girl jumped into the icy water, the old tramp pulled from an old stocking in a garbage cart seven thou- sand dollars in greenbacks and backing swiftly away ran the hind fender into an art museum of unusual merit exhibiting a large scratch on the scalp showing one of the most intricate designs ever discovered in mahogany furniture. THE HIGH SCHOOL MOTHER GOOSE. Hey diddle diddles, the Freshmen solve riddles; The Seniors they cry for the moon. The little “Sophs” laugh to see such sport. And the Juniors run off to spoon. Dick Russell: Johnny, how do you tie a bow tie? J. Huffman. Jr.: Well, Dick, you hold the tie in the left hand, and your collar in the other, slip your neck in the collar, and cross the left hand end of the tie over the right with the left hand steadying the right end with the other hand. Then drop both hands catching the left with the right and the other with the other. Reverse hands and pick up the nearest ends with the nearest hands. Pull this end through the loop with your disen- gaged hands and squeeze. You will then find .the knot all tied and all you will have to do is to disengage your hands. Kismet BUY an evenin’ papeh, ladie?” A wee news boy asked of a young girl, hurrying along the street with her head bent low to brace herself against the furi- ous wind and sleet. She stopped, raised her flushed face, brushed a wisp of stray hair out of her eyes, and laughingly said. And Mr. James Otis Stevens, how much have you earned to- night?” At her words, the boy rushed up to her, put his arms around her saying, Oh. Miss Warren, I didn’t know ye. mam.” 1 know you didn’t, Jimmy, and how is the little man tonight?” Pretty cold, mam,” he answered, jumping up and down to keep warm. “Yfou poor, dear child no wonder you’re cold, where's your gloves, and those shoes—Jimmy, dear, is that the only pair of shoes you have?” Natalie asked anxiously. Yres mam. I’m 'fraid ’tis.” “Why you poor little angel, just put these gloves on.” and Natalie snatched off her gloves and put them on the protesting child. “How many papers have you sold, dear?’' “I just have one left, mam.” “Well, I’ll take that one. and then you just run home as fast as you can and take off those things on your feet I “axe sixty-five —I surely couldn’t call them shoes, or I would be break- ing one of the commandments.” Home!” Jimmy exclaimed. Why, why are you so surprised, dear, aren't you in the habit of calling your dwelling place a home?” she laughed, having a picture of probable domestic war be- tween his parents in her mind. Lordy, mam, I ain’t got no home.” No home! Jimmy—what do you mean—where do you sleep and eat ?’’ “Oh. anywhere,” Jimmy said carelessly. Natalie caught the pathetic picture of childhood be- torc her in her aims, and with tears running down her cheeks, murmured “poor little kiddie ’. and said very de- terminedly, you’re coming home with me!” Together they fought the blinding snow storm to the cheap boarding house that Natalie called home. Mrs. Perry, I've brought this wee child of the streets home with me to live. Can you let me have another room ?” she asked her landlady. “Not for a couple of weeks, Miss Warren, until Mr. Jones moves out. Natalie’s face fell with disappointment fora moment, then again she smiled and exclaimed. I know the very thing—he can have my bed and I’ll make a bed out of chairs.” An hour later found Jimmy Stevens a new boy in ap- pearance. His face was cleaner than it had ever been and his hair was combed for perhaps the first time. He was sitting on Natalie’s lap stuffing chocolates with all the energy of his six years, and telling as much of his past life as he could remember, which consisted mostly of unhappy remembrances of a drunken father. “Mercy me, Jimmy, it’s eleven o’clock—we must go to bed.’’ Natalie announced at last, looking at the small clock on her dresser. “Oh. Miss—Natalie, tell me the story of the pretty princess you promised you would.” Jimmy pleaded. “And we must never break promises, must we, dear?” After the fairy story was told, and Natalie had tucked her young charge in bed, she took the evening paper and went into the parlor. She shuddered at the thought of the room with its crowd of lazy, smoking loungers, and the course, vulgar women, but she opened the door with a smile. Within the last year. Natalie had learned to do many unpleasant things with a smile. The disagree- able crowd returned her smile and although most of them had forgotten how long ago, they made an attempt for who could help smiling at Natalie’s sweet face? The women, however, did not like her, or rather were jealous of her. because they knew that any one of the men would have died even to take her to the cheap movie, around the corner. Natalie shook her head at the men’s invitations to join their poker game, and with a tired sigh dropped into a big chair and opened the newspaper. Her eyes fell on the big headline. “Lady Dorothy Chambers Arrives in America.” Her eyes traveled down the page. “Lady Chambers, who was injured in France while nursing in a Red Cro3s hospital near the front, after fully recovering in a hospital in London, has come to spend some time with her great-aunt, Mrs. Lawrence Parker, before resuming her Red Cross work. This young lady gave up her millions, and her magnificent home in London to the war work.” Some girl. I d say.” Pete Tompkins interrupted, look- ing over Natalie's shoulder. “Oh. I don't know, returned Natalie, “she most likely did it for effect, and the fame it has brought her. And turned the page over. “Got a job yet. girlie?” Pete pursued his attempt at conversation. “Not yet. Pete. I’ve been everywhere today. I guess I’ll have to give up being a governess, and I can’t bear the thought of working in a factory. “Why don’t you be a maid for some of these swell dames around here if you want to get inside one of them museum-looking buildings; that’s what Kate was, the girl I used to chase around a bit with; she got good pay and said it was an easy job.” That wouldn’t be bad—real excitement. ’ Natalie's eyes lighted up. Well, you sure have funny ideas of excitement—you Page lxty alx seem to want excitement more than a real good paying- job.” So I do. Pete—I want to see life—life, excitement. I don’t want to miss a thing before I leave this big, won- derful world.” She looked extremely wistful. After Pete had returned to the poker game, she turn- ed to the “Want List and studied it for a moment; it seemed to her that no one wanted anything but cooks, and she couldn't cook. Oh. why couldn’t 1 have been brought up like other girls—to be useful—why, 1 don’t even know a frying pan from a tea-kettle.” Then her eyes fell on an item that read. Wanted—A lady’s maid.” Eagerly she read it. “Apply to Mrs. L. Parker. 7125 Riverside Drive.' “But could I do it?” she said, pen- sively. then stamped her foot, and tossed her head reso- lutely. “I'm going to try! The next day. after taking Jimmy to buy a pair of shoes with her last dollar, and enrolling him in the little school a few blocks from the boarding house, she took a bus and found 7125 Riverside Drive. After a very dis- couraging interview with the housekeeper, she was ac- cepted. She assumed her new position the next day, and found it more difficult than Pete had pictured it. It seemed to her there was an endless number of bells in the house with little petty jobs at the end of each one. Mrs. Parker was giving a house-party for her niece. Lady Chambers, and Natalie thought she would never learn to please everyone. However, she was determined to learn. IVuce nlxiy-wvfn and she did. soon winning the heart of everyone with her sweet smile and willing services. One morning, two days after her arrival. Mrs. Fran- ces, the housekeeper, promoted her to the care of Lady Chambers. Her heart leaped and she hid a tiny smile, when she was told of her new duty and when Mrs. Fran- ces left her room she burst into a fit of laughter and then wept. But when she gained control of herself, she en- tered upon her new ta k. She found this young person, reclining in a mass of pillows on a chaise lounge, reading a magazine. “Anything you wish? said Natalie, as she opened the door. Lady Dorathy gasped when she saw the girl before her. I m Natalie Warren. Mademoiselle,” Natalie curt- sied before her mistress. “How did you get here!” Lady Dorathy demanded. “Sh! Lon't let anyone know me—or, you know what I mean.” Why did YOU come here?” Lady Dorathy asked an- grily. “1 came 'cause I wanted to—I thought it would be great excitement.” Then glancing coyly at Dorathy. “Be- sides I need the money.” “Well, it will be excitement if they find out what you are.” “But they won’t unless you tell—and I know you won’t, you know the Chambers have a habit of never breaking their word.” As the days passed. Natalie became more and more skilled in her new work, and in this household, as in the boarding house she became the friend of everyone. One afternoon, as she was straightening the Lady's boudoir, Dorathy came rushing in with her face flushed and eyes sparkling, looking almost pretty. No. she was- n’t pretty, like most war heroines. Mrs. Parker had been rather disappointed. for she had planned a match be- tween her son and Dorathy. and she was afraid the girl's faded beauty would spoil it all, although she had told her son in her letters, that her wonderful and dangerous work had been a menace to her beauty, and she knew her son’s character well enough to know he would not turn a girl aside on account of her appearance. Lee, he’s come—and oh!—Oh! Dorathy came poun- cing down on top of her. Remember our different stations in life, I ady Cham- bers.” Natalie said cooly, but any keen observer could see a twinkle in her big, blue eyes, as she left the room. Tom Parker was all that Dorathy’s describable ex- clamations expressed—and more too; a tall, straight lieutenant, with dark brown hair and a pair of brown eyes, that alone had the power to bring any girl to his feet. He had been almost as anxious to see Lady Dora- thy. as she had been to see him. He had heard so much about his famous cousin, especially, about her beauty, and it was rather hard for him to become reconciled to I he fact t hat she had lo.it all that beauty Somewhere in France. “Well, how do you like her? Mrs. Parker asked her son, a few days later. Tom looked rather ashamed, and stammered, Well. 1 suppose she’s a wonderful girl, has done a lot of sacri- ficing. but to tell you the truth. I don’t see much differ- ence between her and all the rest of the social butterflies around here—but I’ll try to like her. mother, dear, for your sake.” “That’s a dear boy. Mrs. Parker said, patting her handsome son on the back. “I'm beginning to see mil- lions ahead. “Oh d - - n your millions—if you begin talking about money I quit right here. Tom looked disgusted. His mother laughed, and went into her boudoir. That evening Natalie came into Dorathy’s room with a note from Tom. asking to see her in the library. Oh! Why need he ask? A few minutes later she forgot her Lady—like bear- ing and nearly fell down the stairs in her haste, and ar- rived at the library in a flutter of excitement. Tom met her at the door, and took her arm. and led her over to a big couch by the fire and said, “Now clo3e your eyes and hold out your arms. He grinned boyishly. Dorathy felt some soft, fuzzy thing in her arms, and looking up, she saw a gorgeous Angora cat. She repress- l ago Ixty.eight ed a shudder, and tried to smile, asking sweetly, “Is this for me?” Yes, I saw it at the beauty contest this afternoon, and thought you might like it, for I've read so much about the dog and cat ho;pital you established in Lon- don. He thought her really lovely as she blushed. “Thank you very, very much. Tom. And what a beautiful basket friend kitty has.” She picked up the pretty cat basket, letting the srowy puss slip to the floor, and began to finger the beautiful ornaments on the basket. Tom was rather disappointed, ljecau.se he thought she liked the basket better than she did the cat. “How much like all the rest of the girls she is after all.’ Dorathy rang for Natalie and gave her the eat. As she carried it to her mistress’ room she stroked the pretty creature and said, “How well Jimmy would like you, pretty thing.” A week later Mrs. Parker gave a large ball to close the house-party. Days before the event Natalie was busy from morn until night giving suggestions to the girls for their gowns and inventing becoming coifTures. The whole city was excited over the affair. Natalie, too. was excited, for she was going to serve. Finally the big night came, crawling at a snail’s pace, it seemed to the eagerly awaiting guests. Only two people were disappointed—Na- talie and Tom. Natalie, weary from the heat inside, her back aching from carrying the heavy trays, her ears ring- Cako lxty-nlnc ing from music and loud chatter, and fatigued with the thick smoke of cigarets. had fled from the scene and was strolling through the Italian garden, when she heard footsteps behind her and Tom Parker stood beside her. ‘ You sick of that mess. too. Natalie?” She started, and turned her weary eyes to his and answered faintly. You are Lady Chamber’s maid, aren’t you? Tom continued. “Yes. sir. She had to sit down on a bench because her tired legs would go no further, and to her surprise he sat down also. You’re awfully worn out. aren’t you?” He looked at her anxiously. I'm afraid you're going to faint.” “Oh! I’ll be all right in a minute.” Come this won’t do. you’re coming with me for a spin and you are not going back to that dump—and neither am I. “My position, sir,” Natalie argued. “Position nothing, positions don’t bother me, I woul n’t care if you were a thief, at least you wouldn’t be arti- ficial like those—.” He checked himself. “Perhap� I am a thief, she murmured faintly, as she let him lead her to the house. She was too weak to protest any further. “Are you strong enough to gel your coat and hat?” I think so. sir, but I know it’s wrong, I don’t think I'll come back.” Oh! yes you will, if you don't, then I won’t let you go and make you take mine and when I get pneumonia— you’ll be sorry!” Natalie laughed, and consented to return. She re- membered she had left her coat and hat in Lady Dor- athy’s room in her hurry to get her mistress dressed. She hurried into the room. Lady Dorathy was powder- ing her note furiously, and looking up as Natalie came in. she said, “Oh! Lee. he’s just horrid, he danced with me only twice and he’s gone somewhere—I don’t know where, and I heard him say to another horrid man that he hated affairs like this, and I heard him remark that I was artificial just like all society, and that he was glad he was going to war, and wouldn’t have to stand all this flourishing just to keep from breaking his mother’s heart—Oh! 1 love him—Oh! I love him!—Oh! dear—” she finished breathless and dobbed more powder on her nose til she looked like a sure enough circus clown. “Oh cheer up. Dot. it will all come out right in the end.” Natalie patted her sympathetically, and took up her coat and hat. The ride in the sharp air brought the color back into her cheeks and sparkle of excitement to her eyes. Tom’s racer sped over the ground. “Are you afraid to ride so fast?” he asked her. “No. I love it,” she murmured from the depths of a pile of robes. They talked very little as the wind was blowing so hard their voices were scarcely audible. Just as they sped through a small suburb of the city at death rate a tire blew up. Tom swore profusely at first, then begged her pardon, then laughed, then they both laughed with «he vigor of youth. “These tires are stupendous to fix. it takes two people to fix the job up in good time. We’ll be here till doom’s day.” he said apologetically. Oh. no. perhaps 1 can help a little, at least 1 can try.” She jumped out of the low car, forgetting all about her tiredness, and viewed the sad looking tire. Tom sat spellbound. “Well I'll be burned to a stake; I was just preparing for an awful lecture, and here you— say, you're a real girl.” Natalie proved to be a very good little helper indeed, and in due time they got the tire fixed, and were off again. When they reached the city, Tom drew up in front of a cafe. “I can't go in there, Mr. Parker, it would break your mother’s heart if she knew you were with me.” “DON'T spoil my opinion of you. Natalie, come, moth- er will have to become reconciled to a lot of things before she gets through, and she might just as well start now. Tom thought he had never seen such a beautiful girl as Natalie as she sat opposite him at the little table in the cafe. The wind had torn her dark hair loose and it curled about her face, and her deep blue eyes were spark- ling like big diamonds. lluw «ovent They parted that night very good friends, Natalie promising to go again some time. The next morning Dorathy met her at the door of her room and clutching her arm, she said. “I saw you go with him, you cat, 1 might have known you would come here and spoil everything with your pretty face. Why couldn’t you have kept away? Oh! 1 hate you,” she sob- bed, then raising her voice angrily, I’ll fix you.” Natalie tried to explain, but Dorathy would not listen to reason, and shut her out of the room. Natalie burst into tears, and hid her face in her apron. What’s the matter?” said a voice at her elbow. She looked up to see Tom standing at her side. She smiled, and said, Just foolishness, I guess.” “Cheer up, I don’t like to see you cry like that. Have you heard about the robbery?” Robbery?” “Yes. one of the guests had a diamond brooch stolen during the dance.” “Was that all that was taken?” Yes, isn’t that queer?” “Listen at her mock innocence—SHE’S the thief!” Lady Dorathy fiung her door open and pointed an accus- ing finger at Natalie. “Me!” Here, here Lady Dorathy. can you prove that state- ment?” Like magic a detective appeared around the cor- ner of the hall. r«K« sovrniyon “Yes, I CAN prove if' Well, come along and tell your story to the chief.” He pulled the protesting Natalie away. Dorathy turned to Tom and said, “Will you go with me to testify against that low thief?” “I shall go to the court with you, but not to testify against her, for 1 believe her innocent. That evening when Jimmy was waiting at the news- paper office for his papers he learned that his foster mother had been arrested as a thief. One of his play- mates, a very egotistical mite of a child, had heard the story, and lo3t no time in telling Jimmy. “Aw. I don’t believe it. Ike.” Jimmy said stoutly. Well, you just wait, and see if I’m not right.” Ike said importantly. When the papers came out, the two lads poured over the news and sure there it was, in big black letters. “Natalie Warren Held As Thief at Parker Ball.” Tears sprang into Jimmy’s eyes, and he pinched Ike to make him read faster. “Natalie Warren, servant in the Parker home found to be the thief who stole the priceless brooch from one of the house guests. Winnifred I.ochinvar. Lady Chambers, niece of Mrs. Parker be- comes detective. Miss Lochinvar left her brooch on the dressing table in Lady Chamber’s room because she did not care to wear it. having a poor clasp. When she re- turned to the room after the ball the pin was gone, and although they searched the house thoroughly, the pin could not be found. Lady Chambers testified that she saw her maid. Natalie Warren, pick something off the dresser while she was combing her hair and put it in her pocket. At the time she did not pay any attention to the incident, but she thinks that the object picked from off the dresser, is the missing pin. She says that when the maid was serving during the dance, and noticed Lady Chambers looking at her. she ran out of the room with a haunted look in her eyes. She saw her go into the gar- den. where, she says, someone probably relieved her of the pin. The thief refuses to admit her guilt, but the evidence is very strong against her. and—.” At this point Jimmy let out a howl of misery. “Oh, my poor, dear, good mommie, 1 don’t believe it, they can’t chain her up. I'll get the GIANTS after ’em ’n ’em ’en they won’t I guess.” Little Jimmy clutched his small fist and rub- bed away his tears with his dirty fist. He decided to meet his trouble like the men in mommic’s good-night stories, but it was a very sad little boy that toddled home that night. Mrs. Perry and the whole boarding house and especially her old admirer. Pete were excited over the news of Natalie’s arrest. Pete sat and studied that headline all the evening, finally tearing it to shreds and throwing it into the stove, and strode out of the room. He went up to Jimmy’s room, and he could see by the dim light in the hall that the little chap had cried himself to sleep, hugging the teddy bear that Natalie had brought the night before. He shook the sleeping child, who opened his eyes, muttering softly. Mommie . No taint your ma, jest an old man come to talk to ye a bit. Jimmy raised up on his elbow and looked into Pete’s face. Can you tell me bout the princess and the little fairies ?” Say. listen here kid. Pete’s hardened face softened at the child’s pathetic face. I)o you want me to bring your mother back to you ?” “Oh. Pete, can you? He lifted Jimmy on his lap. and said. I aint no good Jimmy, nothing but a thief. 1 didn’t know that Miss Natalie was working at that place tho’! Well. I heerd about that big doings and thought it would make good gaining ground, and my rent was getting pretty nigh due, so I took my old sack, and got in that house easy enough, but after 1 gits in. it wasn t so easy to get out, with all them stiff looking creatures standing around with brass buttons and side whiskers, and I got as far as that there bedroom, and got stuck, entirely surrounded with young misses, in a cloi-et. and I'll be darned if 1 could get out of there; I never seen so many people in all my life in one place. Wal. I guess I was in that there l ady’s room cause I seen that there girl leave her pin on the dresser, and says I. ’that will be easy pickin’ for me’, but 1 thought those half-dressed creatures would never get out of there. But that woman lied, she never seen our I’ugo wmuty-itvo Natalie take that pin, no sech a thing, cause while I was watching it with my own two eyes, a funny looking white cat jumped up and took that pin in its mouth and took it to a little basket, rigged up fit for a king’s kid. and the woozy little thing jest played, and played with it—it was a rare sight, kid. fit to laugh over, yet 1 was skeered he’d swallow it. And you have the pin?” Jimmy interrupted. “Jest let me finish, kid. when all the girls went out of the room. I was jest going to take the pin. when I heerd something funny coming outside the door, and the near- est thing to me wai one of them long windows—wal, I hurried out of this and ran with all the speed of a train of cars till I got home—even afraid to look around me.” Jimmy clapped his hands as Pete finished. “Will you tell that to the man that took my Natalie?” Sure! Get your things on and we’ll go right down now.” When Jimmy was dressed, he and Pete went to the police station and Pete told his story. They were then taken to the Parker home, which was in great confusion and Pet's story was proven true by finding the pin in the cat’s basket. “How could you make such a mistake. Dorathy ?’’ her aunt reproached the girl, after they had gone to get Natalie out of the jail. “I’m sorry. Auntie, but everyone makes mistakes. Are you going to take the girl back?” o o Ktwmy-ihrco “Why. of course I am. I’m going to make her my companion!” “Auntie!” That is my decision, Dorathy, her aunt answered stiffly. It took much persuasion to get Natalie to come back, but finally she consented. Soon after she was establish- ed once again in the Parker household. Mrs. Parker's health began to fail, and the doctor ordered her to Palm Beach. Mrs. Parker insisted on having Natalie accom- pany her, but Natalie refused to leave Jimmy. Natalie had not told them before of Jimmy, but when she related the sad little story of the orphan, her mistress made her promise to go and take Jimmy along. Poor Dorathy! When she heard that Natalie was going with them she was furious. Natalie, unselfish as she was, had decided to go away and leave Tom to Dor- athy. but when Dorathy made her unjust accusation against her. she had changed her mind. When Natalie told her story about Jimmy. Miss Jealousy and the Green Monster got busy, and the next day sent Tom this note. You are wasting your affections on Miss Warren. She is a married woman. The child she claims a waif, is her own.” The note affected Tom like an electric shock. The girl he loved—worshipped—adored—MARRIED! It was too much. He buried his head in his hands and sobbed. In a few minutes he raised his head saying, “1 don’t be- lieve it, SHE wouldn’t lie.’ And he tore the note to pieces. Then the door softly opened, and Natalie enter- ed. Tom. your mother wants you to see about the res- ervations’—why. Tom. what’s the matter?” Tom was staring stonily at her. Natalie ARE you. are you—MARRIED?” MARRIED?” Natalie was spellbound. Tom explained the note. “Mercy gracious, Tom. you don’t believe it. do you? “I’m trying not to.” Tom stammered. Well, who do you suppose wrote that horrid note?” she asked. I don't know, but I have my suspicions.” The next day the Parker family left for Palm Beach. Tom had laden Jimmy with pictures, candy and toys, and that young person was in his seventh heaven. It was his first ride on the train, and as the Pullman contained no other travelers, he held a regular vaudeville show for the party. Mrs. Parker, in fact, became so attached to him that she begged Natalie to let her adopt him. The second day of the trip, as Natalie and Tom were preparing Jimmy to give a “Free Show for Dorathy and Mrs. Parker there came a great crash—more crashes— screams—then darkness. There had been a wreck—that was very evident. The car the Parkers were in, being near the end. got only the shock of the crash, but they were stunned from the deafening noise. A conducto.’ opened the door of the car and asked if there were any doctors or nurses present. There is a frightful wreck ahead. he said. Tom and his mother looked at Dorathy. “Surely you can do something, dear.” Her aunt ad- dressed her. Dorathy proceeded to collapse in a paroxysm of fear, begging Tom not to let them take her to the dreadful scene. Tom looked at her disgustedly and turned around to find Natalie—she was gone. Frantic, he ran out of the car, and snatching a searchlight from his pocket began a search for the missing girl. He finally found her— playing the role of guardian angel to the suffering. By the help of the uninjured, she had arranged a hospital, where she was skilfully bandaging the wounded, with every available material. Tom stood and watched, he couldn’t believe his eyes; then he went up and helped the best he could. Help came at last from a little town near- by. and Natalie was relieved. Back in the Pullman, they found Dorathy in tears and Mrs. Parker unable to find the cause. As Natalie enter- ed, she said, “I suppose you have told him all. No. I haven’t—Lady Chambers.” Oh, don’t call me that—I’m not Lady Chambers. She’s the right one.” She pointed to Natalie. Tom and Mrs. Parker stared in astonishment at Natalie. The sobbing girl continued, I am the daughter that P ir« «evenly-four you wouldn't recogntee when my mother married Nata- lie’s father. After our father’s death. I had to work for my living as he left me nothing, and I was too proud to accept Dorathy’s hospitality and generosity. Dorathy was always kind to me. and I think she really loved me as a sister. When she came home to France from the front. I went to visit her. and was there when she re- ceived the letter from you, asking her to visit you. and sending Tom’s picture. She didn't want to come; she thought that if Tom carried out your wishes to have her marry him. it would be just for her money. I had never had a taste of society, and yearned with my whole soul to live in it. So Dorathy told me I might take her place, as you did not know the appearance of either of us. hav- ing never seen us. I thought the plan wonderful, and it probably would have been if Dorathy hadn’t come. She looked at her half-sister resentfully. “And I’m sorry I came. Sybil, but I wanted so much to have excitement, and when I came to America. I had no intention of coming to this house. 1 wanted to live among each class of people and I started out with just a small amount of money, to work like the people in that class have to. to live. 1 found 1 hadn’t been brought up to live that kind of life, because I couldn’t find any work, and Kismet just led me here. And of course I wasn’t sorry to have it turn out that way—it has been great ex- citement—especially spending the night in jail, and, al- I,ur «'Tenty-flvc though you have made it very hard, sister. I'll forgive you, because I know you’re sorry.” Automobiles came from the town to get the victims of the wreck, and when Tom and Natalie—Dorathy now— were speeding along, he said softly in her ear, Natalie, dear, I like that name gobs better than Dorathy, I—1— Oh! you know!’ He finished in confusion. “No what?” she asked innocently, but a deep blush was on her face. “Will—oh won’t you marry me?” Natalie cast down her eyes, she was very much con- fused. and she just had to stay there, she couldn’t jump out of the speeding auto. But she didn’t think she want- ed to anyway. But—but.” she said, I haven’t accomplished what I want to see—life—life—excitement.” She looked wist- ful Tom caught her in his arms and whispered in her car. “Two can get as much out of this little old globe as one, dear.” —EILEEN CHANEY. Mule in the barnyard. Lazy and slick; Boy with a pin on the end of a stick Creeps up behind him, quiet as a mouse. Crepe on the door of the little boy’s house. Ninette’s Joie” SHADOWS were groping their way stealthily and steadily over the shattered and almost fallen frame of a tiny, old-fashioned French cottage. The shell-torn building had once been the dream home of pretty Ninette and her strong, dark, handsome lover husband, Jule D’ Abruet. Loyal Jute had left his tiny wife and their sunny haired, little blue-eyed girl, Joie. when France first called for army volunteers. He turned hi a sad-eyed, smiling face on the two he loved best in all the world and went into the din and horrors of the world’s greatest war. Bravely and proudly he fought, writing encouraging love notes to his pretty Ninette. He fought well and was the bravest man in his company. He la- bored incessantly for the cause, and finally his courage became too great. He undertook to march his troops under heavy firing. When he had almost reached his destination, a bullet siz .ed past him, barely massing his left arm. The second bullet was the one that made him fall! Dropping heavily to the ground he murmured. God, I've fought! Please keep care of Nina, my little Nina, and Joie. ’ He breathed a long, heavy and appar- ently painful breath, and his weary head fell back upon the shell-torn battlefield. A few weeks passed by all too slowly for Ninette— she hadn’t had a word from Jule. and her smiling, beau- tiful. yet sensitive face looks more wearily each day for the brass buttoned facteur.” Each day his brass but- tons glistened less as he called forth to her, No mail! madame.” Making an elaborate salute with his half- arm he hobbled along the pathway out into his little cart. Ha! bonne Joie. the ‘facteur’ is coming with a letter —a letter from my Jule.” cried Ninette, skipping happily down the flower-bordered pathway, a few days later. The old looking, young postman smiled sadly as he handed Ninette an otlicial looking document. Hurriedly glancing at it. Nina called a cheery thank you. and fled back to the little cottage to clasp her wide-eyed little Joie to her heart. Oh! it’s from pere. our dearest pere! In her happiness Nina did not see nor hear—did not hear the buzz-buzz of an airplane, nor did she hear the distant bursting of shells. The unopened letter which she had r.ot as yet examined, overcome as she was by 1 his sudden, great gladness—was tightly pressed against the warm little body of Joie. Buzz-ker-kcr-buzz-buzz-buzz-z-z! Boom! Boom! Boom! Pow! Crash! The frightened Ninette clasped her child closer. “They’re coming! Oh! Jule, they’ve got us almost.” she cried hysterically. With another loud roar, the tiny cottage fell in count- less fragments. The rear end was totally destroyed, but the entrance and north side stood proudly in memory of all the happiness and sadness that passed through the PaK ov -niy-nlx little doorway into the tiny rooms of the D’Abruet home. The lifeless figure of Ninette lay under a huge piece of timber. Tiny Joic’s chubby fists were rubbing away the tears and her sylvan voice, choked with sobs, was crying helplessly for her dead mother. The tiny feet toddled out into the garden, then back again to the doorstep. With a tired, little sob, she fell asleep holding all the while the unopened letter from the French officials. Only once did she cry, ‘‘Pere! Pere!” and all was silent again. Ninette and Jule’s little cottage was situated almost in the war district. It was on the outskirts of the tiny French village, Ponte, and their nearest neighbors lived about three miles from them. Lo! Indeed! it was more than murderous of the German plane to leave the tiny helpless babe alone in the world and far from loving friends. • • • It was almost dawn before any sound broke the still- ness of the tragedy that fell so suddenly upon the D’Abru- et home. Put-ta-put-bang-crash-tr-tr and a motorcycle came flying down the road. The driver lessened his speed when he neared the cottage, hoping that he could obtain a cup of refreshing wine and a bit of bread. “If I find some, I'll save half for the rest, of the fel- lows. This will give ’em a chance to catch up.” smiled the strong muscular Yank, as he adjusted his machine. PajfO •cv n«jr- evon With a leisurely step he walked up the flower-border- ed pathway. “By jumping fish-hooks, they've got this dear little home! Just wait, old Bill, we’ll get you for this.” and the Yank bit his lips hard as if to confirm what he had said. With a bound the tall man reached the doorstep and picked up the sleeping child. “Well, wouldn’t it make you glad? They left me you anyway.” he said, grinning and holding the beautiful Joie like so many pounds of the tenderest things on the market. When the pretty child opened wide her blue eyes and held forth the big envelope with a happy gurgle. Da! da! goo.” the Yank grinned some more and took the en- velope hurridly. Joie kicked energetically and so rapidly that the American soldier placed her on the step and put his big hands on the tiny shoulders protectingly. “Gee! I'm glad I found you! Wouldn’t the fellows laugh if they saw me now, ’ he smiled down on the tiny girl, who began pulling his hand. Entering the little room where Ninette lay. Joie said. Da da” and began to cry. The Yank swallowed hard once, twice, and again. Me knew now the tragedy of this dream home” of th D’Abruets—the meaning of the official looking document, and the shell-torn home—and, above all. the helpless babe. Oh! I'll keep you.” he said as if nothing could take little Joie away from him. At thi.s moment two khaki-clad men halooed” to their leader. “Will you look at it?” asked sober-looking Cal Mur- phy. it’s Brigam and he's got a child!” Oh! no not his! I-et’s run and find out the news,” Bud Tillen, the other soldier replied. “Hello, Brigam. where did you git him?” called Bud and Cal together. Hush! you stupid. and pointed to the dead Ninette. “The poor thing.” they said in a hushed voice as they removed their caps and bowed their heads in silence and prayer. Come out yonder and we'll investigate, said Brigam quietly. We have just twenty minutes to rest; then for the station and reports.” In the garden Brigam said. I’ll tell you what I know. The German Zcp that was misled through this territory late last evening did little damage to anything but this dear child and it's mother. I rode up here about twenty minutes ago to get us some food, and what did I find but this broken-up hou e, a dead woman—gee! she’s beauti- ful. fellows!—and a fascinating little child with a big envelope. He ended as he smiled lovingly down on blue- eyed Joie. “Where's the letter and what’s in it? cried Cal ex- citedly. grasping the bewildering Joie in his arms and throwing her high in the air. finally placing her tired little body on his big. broad, shoulder. I thought I'd open it. but 1 decided to wait until you boys drove up so as we could read it together.” With this he opened the envelope and drew out the official army death notice, which every American soldier knew only too well. Enclosed also was a letter of sympa- thy which even the three Yanks couldn't read without choking back the tears. “Cal, it's.that very D'Abruet! The dare-devil of the French’s noblest troop i?” cried Bud hurridly. “Gee! fellows I’m glad that she died by the German's shell rather than have this news kill her. But hush! lads, she and he are happier than we will be for a long time, he ended in a whisper. Next Brigam spoke, “Boys, we’ll notify the relief sta- tion and have D’Abruet's body taken care of. Then we'll come back tomorrow, and bury them together in this garden. They'll be glad. Isn’t it wonderful that the Al- mighty took them both so quickly, but the poor baby!” he ended wistfully. I’ve got it,” cried Cal. let’s adopt her in partner- ship!” Not much! I’m going to send her to my Sis”. She always wanted a war baby, and it was my wish always to give her one so she could help, just a we are. only in a different way of course,” Brigam said smiling again. All right! finder’s keeper, but isn’t it the dearest thing and what did that document say her name was? Joie? Isn’t that odd? It means joy in English. Poor !■� ««• iwvomy- tuhi mother Ninette, but then we got j0ie anyway,' said Cal boyishly. “Time’s up, fellows! We must be off. Joie’U ride in my basket. Prepare, baby mine, for the fastest ride you've ever had.” talked Brigam as he fastened the tiny Ifody securely to the basket in the front part of the ma- chine. “Boom! put-a-pu-a-kur-kurh and they were gone! The next day a group of a hundred soldiers, most Americans, witnessed the quiet burial of Ninette and Jule in the tiny garden to the rear of their dream home.” The closing words of the pale chaplain were heard. “God bless them and keep them, these two who have already realized the end of the dream.” Little Joie cried several times for her pere and mere but all in vain! Now she laughed and gurgled in delight as the big form of Brigam Swung her to and fro. “I'll keep her till the papers come,” he called to Cal and Bud and the group of soldiers that stood about. “Then I’ll be her daddy till the end of time. Won’t I, bonne Joie? he aoked the sunny-haired, blue-eyed girl who had so recently lost her Jule and Petite Ninette. —MARION R. LAHEY. FAMILIAR SAYINGS. How’s every little thing? I can’t give it Miss Anderson. Mvcnly-nlne Now, who’d a thunk it? You act more like Freshmen than Seniors! It’s got the world cheated. He has Neitha haiah teeth, naw brains, almost man. Class!—Take it away. I’m telling the world. You heard me! Don't do that. That takes the cake. Now ain’t that the truth? Canary. Sweet Patootie. Something new. Ye-as. Absolutely. That’s the question, what’s the answer? Honest! Where is the Junior Class Flag? Her lips were so near That—what else could I do? You’ll be angry I fear But—her lips were .co near. Well, I can’t make it clear. Or. explain it to you But—her lips were so near. That—what else could I do? l l , They stood down by tin- apple tree. The muon wag shining bright; He held her with his left And she hold him with her right. A WOMAN’S RIGHT. They stood before the ultar; Thu bride was dressed In white; She hold a boquet with her left And our hero with her right. They stood before the drowor, Alack! for Cupid's might; He missed her with his left But she’d got him with her right. l-nge eighty Q Classes—An assembly of numb skulls; where you make a fool out of yourself. L Labor—The teacher’s tool to sharpen pupils' brains; anything pertaining to school work. Absence—When your seat in the assembly room is vacant and you give an excuse of a sick head- ache. Rubber—A stretchy substance found in Freshmen’s necks. £ Empty—Condition of many pupils’ heads; a feeling in the abdominal cavity at 11:57 a. m. N Nutty—A specific word, applied to a Sophomore; pupils with rusty thinkers; synonym for bone- head. Q Clock—A big homely face tacked up on the wall; a thing which I dare say is looked at more fre- quently than any other one thing in High School. £ Eternity—The four years of High School. |Tb Energy—That power to impress the mind and to arouse the feelings; we all have this but oh, don’t mention how it’s used. H Halls—Center of gossip; a place where pupils go to make dates; a lurking place for timid Freshmen. Assembly—A big loafing place; a place to write notes, eat candy, shoot paper wads and any- thing but study. I'agr elghty-unu R Rest—A thing unknown to any students. P Rules—Something we never heard of and what is more we don’t need them. | Ideal—A name which applies to all Seniors. s Supervised Study—When you ask a teacher how to do something and she tells you to figure it out yourself. —R. M. B. ’19. HEART TROUBLE. Doesn’t it seem to you quite strange That time brings such a change In the kind of diseases we have? First we have the measles and mumps. And perhaps just a case of plain dumps. Then as the years roll by. We begin to have a strange desire to sigh. And our heart feels like it was bent up double. And old “Doc” looks wise and proclaims, “heart trouble . Now you don't have to be a great philosopher. To discover that that is what is wrong with Delmar. And it must be a most contagious affair. For Olive has it too, to doubt it, you don’t dare. If you want another illustration of it Just look at Marjorie and Wallace DcWitt. And. of course, there's Zimmie, Forsoothe! He’s got it just awful, and so has Ruth. ; I'll tell you another case, and a good one, That’s Mushy Miller and Mildred Gooden. Quite true, it’s the wonder of the age. Oft’ times I’ve seen Doc’’ with a smile so sage. Shake his head at Lillian and Clarence Van Vactor. And sorrowfully say. ‘Tm afraid they’ll never recover. And I guess those same symptoms he has seen Of late in Man- Danielson and Eileen. I'm quite sure when Erwin Tafel sighs That he has a picture of Helen before his eyes. And Mr. Taylor has had it all year. But we can't discover who he holds most dear. So you see there is heart trouble galore. But our time is too short to quote any more. —E. C. ’19. CAN YOU IMAGINE— Marion Lahey and C. Wright not talking? Lillian F. with dresses to her ankles? Mr. Nielsen not pulling off deep stuff? V. Meissner winning a foot race? Doc’ Long getting here on time? Orpha S. weighing 98 lbs? Marv” I), having his English assignment? Mr. Harris wearing a No. 7 shoe? G. Sharpe not being able to carry a tune? Bergen T. not wearing striped socks? M. Proud and Eva Downing dancing? Miles Coslet not gazing at Peggy? T. Borden not being late for Spanish class? Emery P. not going to Michigan City. Harry N. not sleeping in Spanish class? F. McTighe not asking Miss Stone foolish questions? • Man missing a basket? Our debate team losing? Michigan City winning a game? Mr. Kelsay when you couldn’t make him smile? HOW TO START A FORD. (By J. S. Hoffman.) 1. Put on the emergency brake and shut of the gas. 2. Begin to crank. 3. If it doesn’t go. put some gas in the radiator. 4. Crank again. 5. If it doesn’t go. grease the tires. 6. Then push it! What is biology ? 1 suppose it’s the science of buying. J'oito eighty-two LATEST POPULAR SONG HITS BY HIGH SCHOOL PUPILS. Try These On Your Piano. ORCUTT— If You Look in Her Eyes ' VAN V ACTOR—‘“It Might As Well Be You. DICK— Kisses”. PARKER—“Smiles . PATCH— Me-ow . “I’ll Think of You —Duct for Marjorie and Wallace. JOHN KLASSEN— I’ll Write to You’. 0. SCHUMACKER—“How You Going to Keep 'Em Down on the Farm. V. MEISSNER— Rose of No Man’s Land. ANDERSON— We’ll Always Be the Same Sweethearts” —Duet by Anderson and Classman. .1. HOFFMAN— Goodbye Dear Old Bachelor Days . H. WILK— I’m Old Enough for a Little Lovin’.” IRENE SHEPARD— If Rain Makes Everything Beauti- ful, Why Don't It Rain on Me? WALLACE DEWITT—“Sweet and (Low).” ELISE LOW—“We Take Our Hats Off to You, Mr. Wil- son. ZIMMIE—“Along Came Ruth.” KATHRYNE MARTIN— Oh How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning. OSBORNE WILKINSON—“Wait Till the Cows Come Home.'' FRYVIN TAFEL— Oh Helen.” MILES COSLET—“Peg O’ My Heart. HOPE NORTON— Ach Louis.” MISS STONE—“Oh Frenchy. HESTER BOWMAN— Go Away and Let Me Sleep. EMERY PETERING— I Want a Doll. DORATHY WHITE—“Dear Old Ann Arbor Town.” CLARENCE VAN VACTOR— Lily-of-the-Valley. ’ VIRGINIA MEISSNER—“Dance and Grow Thin. MARVIN DANIELSON— My Sweetie and I ; Garden of My Dreams. KATHRYNE SAFFORD— There’s a Little Bit of Bad in Every Good Little Girl.” Zimmie and Ruth in I.eu dike’s. RUTH (dropping her spoon)—I want a spoon. ZIMMIE—I’m game. The little dawg was running around the engine; The engine, it was running through the fawg. There came an awful yelp Which the engine couldn’t help. For the engine couldn’t run around the dawg. Absent mindedness. Doc Long went up town and thought he forgot his watch, so he pulled out his watch to see if he had time to go back and get it. Pago clghly-f nir CHEMISTRY TEST. (Of a boy who is taking seven solids and has “crammed” for tests the night before.) I. An Oxygen has eight sides and may Ik divided into four periods, namely. Apprenticeship, Mastery, Tragic Gloom and Serenity. It combines chiefly with hysterics to form mechanical evoiion of effervescent combustion. II. Fish cannot live in White River immediately below Kingan's because of the shocking alternations of the water current. To remedy this defect, a Wheatstone Bridge could be E. M. F. and reconstructed according to the Jurassic Period. Accompanied by the torgue of Ham- ilton’s financial policy, this method should prove effective. III. Physical change is that which is yours. Chemical change revolves decomposition such as an eruption of saliva from the Vatican. Milton’s Theory. The volume of a gas varies reversely as the expression. IV. Cavendish recovered nitrogen in 6617, but it was ob- tained before this time by applying self-induction to the Renaissance Period. It is used chiefly of the people, by the people and for the people to develop the Age of Chau- cer and epic poetry. (N. B.—Please mark the ones that are right.) l � xc oiglity-nvc A green little Freshman In a green little way. Drank a green creme de menthc On a hot summer day. Now the green little grasses Tenderly wave, O’er the green little Freshman’s Green little grave. Sherman Was Right. JUDGE—What is the prisoner charged with, officer? COP—Assault and battery on the mother-in-law, your honor. JUDGE—Are you guilty or not guilty? VICTIM—Guilty, your honor. JUDGE—I fine you $1.10. VICTIM—But why the extra ten cent, judge? JUDGE—That's the war tax on amusements. MR. HUGHES—What’s the best metal for conductors? AN DERSON—Nickel. MISS MARKS (teacher)—Do you like tea? FREDDIE K.—No, I like the next letter better (U). Life is like a street car. there is always room up in front. FRUITFUL. I got a “date with a “peach” of a girl And “pruned’ myself to kill; Her “cherry reel lips can’t be beat in a year, Her berry” brown cheeks fill the bill. 1 feel pretty hard and my “celery I saved To buy her a 14- carrot” ring. I’d go “plum” to “Orange to-mat-er ’ If I only had thyme” for a fling. I’m sorry, she said, but we “cantaloupe now,” “But why? That I beg of you dear. ’Cause Ma wouldn’t “lettuce’-, and should it “leek” out Pa’d “turnip” and “squawsh you, I fear. MR. NEILSEN (In History)—Eva, do you believe in pre- paredness? EVA—Well. I wouldn't mind being in arms. BABE—1 told Marv he must not see me any more. BETTY—What did he do? BABE—He turned out the lights. NORMAN JOHNSON—Dorothy White is some chick- en. (He ought to know, he works in the Cash Meat Market.) MR. KELSAY (in Geometry class)—Wise, walk to the board and explain every step. Extracts From Freshmen Test Papers. Ques. How would you divide four potatoes among five children? Ans. Mash ’em. Ques. What is a triangle? Ans. A triangle is a sq. with three corners. Ques. How would you keep milk from souring? Ans. Leave it in the cow. MR. CURTIS (in Economics class)—What is an in- fant industry? HELEN PATCH—An infant industry is one that makes rattles and toys for babies. CHAS. WILSON—I)o you know that Elise is a won- derful girl, in a way? Z1MMIE—Yes, but she doesn’t weigh enough. BETTY—I hate that picture, it’s too dark. MR. KELSAY—That’s like a negro woman. She said she didn’t like her picture because it was too dark. IRENE SHEPHERD—What makes my eyes so weak? DON SHICK—1 don’t know, unless they aro in a weak place. MR. TRESTER—Is my nose Roman? MR. C. E. HARRIS—No! It’s stationary. Pago clKhty.alx CASES. Frank Peace Van” ‘‘Sheldon ‘ Louise KiefT “Sheldon” (again) Blanche Thaldorf •‘Lillian’ Lillian” (?) (we don’t know) Carroll Orcutt Marvel Hunt Miss Marks (E. Z. Marks) Freddie” (Bow tie) ADVICE! Wear your neckties inside your shirt so you won’t wear them out. DICK—Do you know that a baby that was fed on elephant’s milk gained 20 pounds in one week? M ARV—Nonsense—impossible. DICK—That's a fact! MARV—Whose baby was it? DICK—The elephant’s baby. FLORENCE JOHNSON (in Shorthand class)—When are we going to court? MR. TAYLOR—Why. any time you like. Pins” Marv” Zimmie” Dewitte (Eggy) Tubby (Abie) “Olive” “Polly” “Babe” (beyond a case) Ruth “Charly” Mary Low (Fat) Dot White I'use «Igbiy-wvM ! F-I F-1 F-1 F-1F-IF-IF-1F. IF Willard were Wise he would forget his “Hans”. IF Ella Goetz Emery, it will be a good'n on Mildred. IF the school burned down to the ground would Jose- phine Parrish? IF Freshmen are (green) is Marie Wise? IF Dorothy White was black, would Soll-(wash-her) ? IFFLAND—I told you not to make me take a bath, ma. Look how plain that hole in my stocking shows now. Two men were up in heaven and one said to the other: “How did you get here? And the other answered: Oh Flu!” (flew.) DEFINITION OF A GIRL—Feminine gender, singu- lar number, objective case; governed by the verb “to love . BERNICE HENRY—1 know a kindergarten teacher at Waterford that gets $80 a months and has only ten children. Eva (Downing) is extremely light. Calendar for 1918-1919 September 9, 1918. Hack again. Wow! 10 Say! New teachers, I guess yes; and Freshies— some color. 11 Almost stepped on five or six Freshies today. Bet- ter luck next time. 12 These new teachers can make assignments longer than our old ones could. I got about seven, seven- ty-five page assignments. 18 Settling down now. !6 C. E. H. is getting down to his old form of making announcements. 17 There’s Emery G. dogging the Freshie girls foot- steps again. 18 E. G. P. is trying his luck with Miss Marks today. Lecture on Hall routine by C. E. H. 19 Gee! There’s Bert Holmes monkeying with the clocks and the bell again. Hasn’t changed a bit. 20 l.a. la. la, nothing to do till Monday. 28 There’s Therwashter with his Tokeo ties again. 21 Rumors of Senior reception to school. 26 Rumors take definite shape. 27 Reception given. Seniors? 1 say so; all Freshies were there including the Juniors. 30 Monday morning after the night before—no pep. October 1, 1918. The male gender are a scarcity around school now. Why? Because C. E. H. is sending 'em out on ze farm. 2 All class presidents are now well inaugurated, even the Freshies. 3 First time I've noticed the Gran Trio ; namely: Lillian. Van. Sheldon. Class, eh? •1 Oh, where, oh where are our Friday morning pro- grams ? 7 No school on account of “flu. 8 — — — — — — more flew . 9 Back again, including our farmers. 10 Going to start basketball practice soon. Yea, boy! 11 They say the “flu is back. 14 School closed. November 4, 1918. Back again and strong, but a weak mind. 5 Look at ze empty seats. 6 Basketball practice going good. 8 Debate to start soon. 9 When is school out again? 11 School out a-g-a-i-n. December 4. 1918. C. E. H. talks about work and demon- strates by working on a few in his private office. 5 La, la. everybody happy. 6 Neilson calls for debate squad. 10 Gosh! We have to use a microscope to see through our Spanish translations now. Page richly-eight 13 Everybody take notice of that High School quintette. 19 Good debate material out including Brisco. Ander- son and several Juniors. 20 School’s out for the Xmas holidays. We hope that Santa Claus will be good to all the Freshies and their little playmates, the “Juniors”. 30 Lotsa pep. Oh, how we hate to get up in the morning. January 1. 1919. New Year resolutions made. We start this year where we left off last year. 2 Resolutions broken but still got lotsa pep. 3 Did you notice J. Huffman's tie? I did. 4 Johnnie has one of a different color too. 5 Wonder what store John bought out. 20 Senior speech for mixer” by Andy”. 21 More speech for mixture”. 22 Much more speech. 23 Much more speech. 24 Mixer itself heap big success. 25 Beat M. C. 38-9. Yea, boy! Have little dance after- ward. One or two danced. 27 Little celebration this a. m. 38 C. E. H. announces that Mrs. Knapp will speak Thursday. 29 Beginning to think of next semester. 30 Mrs. Knapp gives Joan of Arc”. February 3, 1919. Move Seniors out of Assembly. 4 Next semester’s program given out. 5 Exams prevalent. l'aso vlKbiy nln« 6 Everybody thinking about dunking except H. Wilk. 7 Beat Goshen 27-8. 8 Beat Elkhart 34-20. Can’t stop us. 10 Preparing for debate at Knox. 11 Negative team debate Knox. Beat 'em? Easy. 12 Wonder why the debate team looks all fagged out this a. m. P. S.—2 p. m. Seniors decide to have an annual and class play. 13 Only about 375 absent this a. m. 14 Beat Mishawaka 36-4. 17 Strange man. with a dexible cane with a pink bow on it. was seen accompanying Miss Marks ala theater. Wonder who it was. 19 Junior class president announces dance. Everybody happy. Got your date? 21 Zaring back. Gave us a speech . Beat Michigan City 29-9. 22 Got South Bend scared; they only beat us by 9 points. 24 Little talk by C. E. on support and supporters. 25 Father and Sons’ Banquet. 26 Ward and F. 0. B. seen strolling about. 27 C. E. H. has ze “lluenza . How do they do it ? 28 Senior pictures out. 29 Here’s to the little girlies that are longing for this day to come again. March 1. 1919. Lost to Plymouth. 23-22. Some crowd, nit. 3 Schedule for tourney. Play Rolling first game. 7 Go to South Bend. Beat Rolling. 8 Beat LaCrosse and Elkhart. Are in final� . Yea. boy. Lose to South Bend in finals but we had them scared. 10 La. la. look at ze white sweaters. Class, eh? 14 Little sing this morning. 24 Exams again. April 4. 1919. Sophies give dandy program. 11 Talk about your Friday a. m. sing. I'll say she do. 14 Notice how that case between John and Dot is going? 15 Everybody laboring diligently ‘cept me. 18 Frosh program; they acted natural, ’specially Archie. 25 County track meet. Wanatah wins but Tubby got 17 points. 21 Tryouts for oratory and declamation. 22 Start our lesson where we left off yesterday. May 1. 1919. Wonder why all the Juniors are out of school this week. Senior Class party. 2 Junior play. 7 Bolsheviks been painting the town red. 8 Junior Reception. 9 Oratorical at Elkhart. D. Kabelin gets second. 12 Only two weeks more. 13 Aeroplane in town. 14 Aeroplane tlys Senior colors. Class, eh? 15 Who has the Junior Hag? 16 Senior Play. 18 Baccalaurate. 22 Was the Annual a success? I’ll say she is. 23 Commencement. Yours truly. Paice ninety CONCLUSION. Thin book, we hope, will win the praise That's due to those who’ve spent their days In building up, 'mid toil and strife, A true account of High School life. If we by words have some offended. Think nothing harmful was intended; Hut laud the task so well begun, And now rejoice that all is done. —R. J. R., '19. Autographa