Laurel School - Leaves Yearbook (Shaker Heights, OH)
- Class of 1923
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Qbhin Noun knew llzee but 10 love th: Nor naznrd thee but Io prawe. g l TO THE MEMORY OF N MARY POTTER A TRUE TEACHER who untiringly gave herself that she might inspirein her pupils a fine interpretation and real appreciation of man's achievements through the ages, with love and loyalty her StTldCI1lfS dedicate these pages L. 4 AN IMPOSSIBLE IF With All Due Apologies If you can pass your tests when all about you Are flunking theirs, and Wishing they'd got through, If you can get good marks in recitations And make your friends and teachers proud of you, If you can work and not be tired by working, If first in classes you have always stood So you can never be accused of shirking, But yet, donit be too wise, or act too goodg If you behave as schoolgirls are supposed to, If you don't fuss when stylish clothes are banned, If you keep quiet going into chapel And follow every rule and each demand, If in study hall you never whisper, Your shoes are shined, your hair is never wild, You'll be a perfect type of Laurel's girlhood 'And what is more-you'll be a genius, child. EMILY BARNHART, Sophomore l7l 3, V F J THE ANNUAL BOARD EDITORS Nadine Morley, ,24, Editor-ivz-Clziff Eleanor Assmus, ,24 Helen Ingersoll, 525 Priscilla Tyler,,26 Ida Day,'27 MANAGERS Sarah Hawley, '24, Manager'-i1z-Chief Catharine Kelly, '24 Anne Belle Wickham, '25 Virginia Harrison, '26 SENIOR REPRESENTATIVES Antoinette Dodge Harriet Clarke l9l V 4 CONTRIBUTORS BOARD SENIORS Mary K. Brown Constance Coleman Elizabeth Cross Katherine Day Elizabeth Frackleton Louise Harpham Elizabeth McIntyre Mary Louise Murray Madeline Nellis Lucile Nichols Alice Louise Porter Martha Sawyer Barbara Venning Mary Warner Martha Waugh Margery Weddell JUNIORS Eleanor Assmus Mary Bliss Josephine Burke Jean Gibson Kathryn Harshaw Dorothy Hyde Edith Judson Margaret Kaltenbach Catharine Kelly Nadine Morley Helen Stamp Ruth Dudley VVick Peggy Birge' Alice Paige Cleveland Florence Crowell Ida Day Jane Halle Virginia Keim Ruth Kridler SOPHOMORES Margaret Breckenridge Rosemary Burch Helen Ingersoll Theodate Johnson Mary Judkins Helen Kahle Elizabeth McLaughlin Elizabeth Parmely Sarah Prescott Louise Rorimer Betty Shurmer Laura Smith Anne Belle VVickham FRESHMEN Patty Burke Robbin Collens Mary Garden Anna Katherine Harrison Virginia Harrison Ann Ingalls Alleen Kelly Helen Large Betty Mathews Sarah Pope Elizabeth Seymour Helen Teagle ' Jean White -EIGHTH GRADE Dorothy Morgan Elizabeth Pratt Mary Allison Reynolds Jane Stockwell Betty Teter Clara Virginia Wilkin llll FOREWORD This is the fifteenth year-book that has been published at Laurel School, and the fifth that the students themselves have edited and managed. I13l ' THE FACULTY Mrs. Arthur E. Lyman, Principal Ruth Peet Smith, A. B., Assistant Principal Cabsent on leavej Florence Gertrude Bell, A. B., Assistant Principal Marjorie E. Waldby, Treasurer Florence A. Mitchell, Assistant Treasurer Mabel Quinn, Secretary to the Principal Mary Augusta Grolf, Ojice Manager' Florence Myers, B. L., Librarian .ACADEMIC Mrs. Arthur E. Lyman Ethics Florence Gertrude Bell, A. B. English and Greek s Josephine G. Besaw, A. M. Latin Delphine A. Bonnet French Jane Douglas Crawford Diction Julie Despres . French Clara M. Eisenbrey Physical Education Helen Humphreys, A. B. Latin anal Spanish Mary Jackson Kennedy, Ph. D. Latin and Greek Samuel Arthur King, A. M. Diction Eugenie Labeque French Marguerite M. Lux, A. B. English and History Ethel MacDonald, A. M. lllathematics Alice Meserve, A. B. Latin Agnes O'Neill Diction Grace A. Penniman Art Marguerite Piquard French 'Mary Potter History Margaret Lewin Quimby, A. B. ' Latin Emily Shirey Physical Education Sue Smith, A. B. English and Latin Maude Tomlin .Mathematics Leta T. Warnock, Sc. M. Science I 14 1 L Y , ,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,, l PRIMARY AND PREPARATORY GRADES Hazel Boice Fourth Grade Elesa M. Bridge Seventh Grade Mary Matilda Donahey, A. B. Eighth Grade Edith N. Gibbons Kindergarten Nannette B. Lips Second Grade Margaret McConahy Sarah G. Reed Third Grade F zlfth Grade Ida B. Roy Sixth Grade Mildred Kline Thomas Kindergarten Nellie White F irst Grade MUSIC DEPARTMENT David Mannes Sol Marcosson Thomas Whitney Surette ' Bertha Giles Wesley Weyman Hazel Mason Mary Alison Sanders Tsuya Matsuki Pauline M. Weitz, A. B. XR. G. Cafarelli Elna Anderson Bertha Olson Mary Deming Arthur Quimby, A B Marian Dietz Gladys M. Wells 'l' Deceased. llil s. Abbie Wing 'hr Svrninr 0112155 Antoinette Dodge, President Martha Jeannette Sawyer, Vice President Katherine Day, Seereteu'y Constance Coleman, Treasurer Miss Humphreys, Counrelor RED AND BLUE : Colors Hear ye, hear ye, listen To our plea, Harken to the history of The class of ,23. VVe are here to tell you that Our record is divine, For we're the Laurel Angels We seniors thirty-nine. 9 ll7l :lla rgnrrl JUL' n Betty Baker Helen Ruth Bigalow Pouf Allen is our calorie fiend, She licks the platter clean, ' I ifcfge. And Baker with her dashing air Wvith crushes always seen. 6 Biggie with her baby lisp And envied mznrcel wgve, Q . XMB ,eil yi l18l And Blinn, who won't go barefoot In Eurythm1cs- health to save. E. Breck, she is a senator, She leads the Glee Club, too, 5i1'v'f5N' ,- , ,1- uf ze. And Nlary plays for us to dance At noon when lunch is throughg x N5 ll9I X-1 Eiffel DUilf1lf707't Blinn Elifabcth Brerlcenridgf Illnry KfIfhI'l'l.Nr' Brown I-udrfy Burnsidf Culver! Harriet L ury Clarke Elizabeth Orlrom Cray: 'T Audrey with her yellow curls And pretty baby stare,- Cw emi And have you seen that sweater That Clarke, our captain, wears S11 els 'f'-' L49 XJKAA-QA. ,KJ .-em., fx,-Y' Q .tr be by gr be eeee re ' Y E , 1 :Nxt Qx,..,. 'AX .-L X zpfle: ,evxblm XX -MQ. x A gfe ,t N . - xklxt ...,-A X it r---- K Libby Cross, oun' star nutrit, At drinking she shirlpsg K ikf F g. xl xlyx sw H01 I X Connie with her glorious hair And perfect Vergil lines. 1 ' . - 5 x fix 4 ,ii ' i 1 . ,af , 1 X fw' ' I w 'I if Sis and Cramer, Mutt and Jeff, 1 i -fo DMN . M6 The long and short of usg MMU- 1311 Covutavzre Colema 11, Trzaxurer Ilorfmfr Ddiflif Dlargarei Cowlz Cramfr l ,4A Kdfllvffllilf Day, Serrclary Amoinette Dodge, Prefident Caroline Elizabelfh Frarkleton AUdHKHtl1Cfil1C Day does all our work And never makes a fuss. 1 f ,ff gfxwkl ,if ix R , 1 P ! xx ls' Q Ant, our noble president, Our sins fall on her headg Frackleton is always found In room 13, 'tls szud. l2l A 'YEW' Jones affects an Eastern drawl To knock the men all cold, 'X And Jean and Hafpla-, mystery g1I'lS, I . 5 XV K. a:ff l' Whose past is yet untold. fi! J jf' ff j I 23 1 fllargfry fourx jean Crider Louixe lllurcotl Harpham ,-In i i J rr l .Mildred Town.veml Kflley Kuflfnrinv Przzningion Lifclljivld ,Vary illillx IlIcConnfll When Kelley wields her fiddle-bow VVe all claploud 'r and longg , If 4,,,,,,,....,4 .Y ,,f MU 'N ' V .' r ' ' Litclmlield stars in Algebra, She never gets 'em wrong. Q l' le .Lew gfu' 'U McConnell is the whiz at bridge And always wins the prize, NW WN Q.xEw:r l24l u ee e er We l K dlp wif And Mickey, leader of the dorm, VVho rolls her wicked ey Q Q We Libby Mac arrives at school Each morning just at sixg ip 1 ' fg'j':'LL' 7 f V 2 Murray's sprouting wings, it seems, She's never up to tricks. I , .4 ,L- jflfzfbf' 6.43 is 1 gl , , W' 1-' , I. A . v 5' , A Y Xing V, 45,535 is 1251 1iI!l7'l'0'7l Mfrfditlz McDonald Iflizabftlz joxfplzinr rlfclntyrz Mary Louiff Murray Nellis keeps our spirits up VVith laughter uncontrolled, WJ Madeline Rfrcvm Nfllfx And Nichols Wants her hair done up To make herself look old. . f A ex J bud wo- u Lurilf Lam' Nirlzolf Bee Pease will be the first to wed, For she is our butterllyg .77 -Kiki VQQDW Beatriu' Hflrn Praxr I 26 1 Pfann is good at baskec-ball- Blocks every pass they try. jam? Eliznbfth Iffann And then Qthere's Pussy Porter Witl1 gentle manner shy, V dw KV .,-zf.--cfvwfrl Y Alice Louin' Portfr And Sawyex wxth the scholarship, Just look and Wonder why. I 27 1 Martha frarz11Vvll.e Sawyfr 'f L+, Shurmer is a merry soul VVho giggles all, A the davg jfif,s.42f1 i fa ,a:eQ,..vg ,L 4, ALA lawwvv .4-:rv ,,4,zff,-Kf,,..Ys fm Wfzzf snufmff pgggfiie 5-1-fwfif' dwbi ' Kallzryrz Imbel Thornpxon Barbara ja nf Ven-n ing Thompson is our tennis shark, You ought to see her play! ,' . lil! v Barbara Venning, and slim, Our lightweight champ is she 52, , f XXX i231 ta Q31 E 4 Mary Leeps our standard up To what it ought to X Jlflary Warner, Prexideut of Studfnf Gnr1rr1zme1zt Tozer shmes at chemlstny And dresses like a queen, lUhl2QjMeQj l 62131, .fi 7 V5 WJ And Martha Waugh, our clever wit, Rules A. M. S. supreme. N M ildred Alive Tozfrr L.. K .,-.1 X 5 JL' ' :X fl v l 5 LM Nj X X, I 29 1 Jllarfha Fraxer Waugh X I VL l l I X -JL ff ' lr X Y ffffli',.-.iff ' ., A -f 1 1 V -f -f 1 ' ' , Ralf' X n J- I X I :' ' j' . f 4 A 9 - -,f ' X ,1 , fu L Lf l l l i ,, ES-,,x gk .fwargcry Francfrf Ufedzlell Eftelle Vclrda Yon , .sv :Lf dy' x wp' jk, wth F j M I ww Margie Weddell, as you see, She's pretty as can be, 5, JV - L , XXX And Yost and Yeomans: last, not least, Edith Irfrze Yeomanx 52 . 5 A f2fC,q0,ilx t ' fu fxf If . l.,1, 9.-Q ' I 1 Of the Class j of '23. 1301 Now that you have heard us, P You surely must agree . That everyone in Laurel knows Therels none like '23, And- now we hope you realize Our records are divine, For we're the Laurel Angels, VVe seniors thirty-nine. i I3ll XX X ... --r. Nm. -.nr V El! How THE sEN1oRs Best Looking Best Dancer Best Figure Best Build Class Clown Biggest Grind Most Flirtations Class Youngster Best Sport Most Efficient Best Bluffer Teachers, Pet S Best Athlete Class Butterfly Sweetest Disposition Most Musical Biggest Eater Hottest Line Biggest Boss Most Generous Best Borrower Done Most for Laurel 32 VOTED M. Cramer H. Bigalow M. Weddell H. Clarke E. Yeornans E. Mclntyre M. McDonald E. Cross H. Clarke M. Warner A. Calvert C. Coleman H. Clarke B. Pease M. Weddell M. Kelley M. Sawyer H. Davis B. Baker K. Thompson M. Nellis M. Warner Allen Baker Bigalow Blinn Breckenridge Brown Calvert Clarke Coleman Cramer Crider Cross Davis Day Dodge Frackleton Harpham jones Kelley Litchfield McConnell Murray Mclntyre Nellis Nichols , Pease Porter Pfann Sawyer Shurmer Thompson Tozer Venning Warner Wall gh Weddell Yost Is droll restless stylish talkative r lucky plump cheru bic shy Titian tall serious mischievous -. petite ' bright and fair popular artistic absent-minded bland sweet versatile sociable quiet conscientious jolly slim green gentle deliberate vivacious boyish good fun a la mode good-natured lovable facetious attractive light-headed OUR Likes Shurmer Freshmen dancing hairpins R. Valentino M. Jones tooth paste Miss Shirey Math Nashes to sing Sis men novels Miss Bell Waugh to argue admiration ulonesu somebody .lym lrvellesley to walk food musical mstru ments M. Weddell Harvard eskimo pies to talk violinists life to loaf candy music originals bridge conductors SENIORS Has avoirclupois switch a wave a temper eye lashes scarfs baby stare cute legs general knowledge hats pretty eyes PCP lnen wicked eyes brains a sister a shadow swagger musical talent cookies a good hgure Hulfy hair dignity pink step-ins green bandana clothes no appendix side-burns menagerie giggle tennis rep freckles good-looking hats personality blue serge middy cute coif rosebucl mouth ini Haunts Senior Room Sawyer's Kenyon nutrition class Kenyon piano McNally's Miss Shirey's coop scales Standiford's Study Hall whole building men Sawyer's Sawyer's Room 13 graham crackers Gym piano kindergarten chaise-longue locker-rooms M. McConnell's motor-boats Sawyer's VValter's 'U. S. B. Venning Miss Wnldby scholarship study hall QFD the dulcy Chem. lab. movies street cars Mrs. Lyman correctives Algebra makeup Talks About cookies Newton letters injured dignity single File college humor censored horses Bills paying up Mr. Quimby her dignity men she doesn't clothes Liliom dogs her annexations the population of Connecticut Euro e Rugg hs uhomehworklf the Soutkk Annie Belle popular songs chemistry a 'Henry' Apollo V Hunking everything nonsense Skybo 1 her weight your wronglress Oberlin i cousins 1 the Park ix l 'X l X l, 1 JUNIOR CLASS Margaret Kaltenbach, President Elizabeth Magee, Vice President Elisabeth Trinkner, Secretary-Treasurer Miss Lux, Counselor Blue and White, Colors Gertrude Anderson Eleanor Assmus Gertrude Bicknell Mary Bliss Margery Blyth Julia Booth Josephine Burke Frances Cashman Ruth Casto Katharine Eorster 'Helen Gallagher Jean Gibson Margaret Halle Kathryn Harshaw Tade Hartsuff Sarah Hawley Marie Hays Erana Hopp Dorothy Hyde 4 Mary C. Ingersoll Doris Jackson Elizabeth Jones Alice Judson Edith Judson Elizabeth Junge Mary Kahler Catharine Kelly Cornelia Ladd Virginia Lincoln Nadine Morley Elizabeth Moss Helen Pettibone Flora Pope Helen Stamp Ann Steinwedell Louise Weideman Ruth Dudley Wick Gretchen Zang SOPHOMORE CLASS Betty Shurmer, President Elizabeth Chisholm, Vice President Rosemary Burch, Secretary-Treasurer Miss Sue Smith, Counselor Red and VVhite, Colors Mary Alguire Emily Barnhart Virginia Betz Margaret Breckenridge Virginia Burt Rachel Coburn Florence Creech Natalie Godfrey Dorothy Haas Betty Hodell Emma Hoover Helen Ingersoll Theodate Johnson Mary Judkins Helen Marie Kahle Virginia Kellogg Barbara Kuhlke Elizabeth McLaughlin Eleanor Morgan Elizabeth Parmely Sarah Prescott Louise Rorimer Thelma Rutledge Martha Schultz Helen Smith Laura Smith Mary Tabor Eleanor Tame Jean Vliet Frances Webb Anne Belle Wickham FRESHMAN CLASS Alleen Kelly, President Jean VVhite, Vice President Ann Ingalls, Secretary . Patty Burke, Treasurer Miss Tomlin, Counselor Blue and Gold, Colors Marjorie Adams Virginia Harrison Elizabeth Bailey 9FShirley Hatch Virginia Climo Robbin Collens Ruth Cross Jean Culbertson Jean Drysdale Florence Fay Caroline Feiss Mary Foote Ruth Forster Lois Fuller Mary Garden Anna Frances Gloyd Phyllis Grunauer Margaret Hale Fanny Hanna Anna Katherine Harrison Deceased. Mary Webster l 36 1 Frances King Helen Large Jane Magruder Elizabeth Mathews Esther Mayo Elizabeth McKinney Janet Merriman Catherine Morrison Louise Pope Sarah Pope Caroline Post Elizabeth Seymour Marian Shepherd Helen Teagle Priscilla Tyler Kaatje Vliet Shirley Hatch, '26 uly 14, 1907-February 11, 1923 l37l Y L J THE STUDENT GOVERNMENT A ASSOCIATION Mary Warner, President A Elisabeth Breckenridge, Vice President Cornelia Ladd, Secretary First Term ' Second Term Seniors Seniors ' Harriet Clarke Katherine Day Antoinette Dodge Martha Waugh , Juniors. Margaret Kaltenbach Catharine Kelly Sophomores Rosemary Burch Mary judkins ' Elizabeth Shurmer Freshmen Mary Foote Alleen Kelly Helen Teagle 9 Harriet Clarke Katherine Day Antoinette Dodge Martha Waugh Juniors Margaret Kaltenbach Elizabeth Magee Sophomores Rosemary Burch Mary Judkins Elizabeth Shurmer Freshmen Virginia Harrison Alleen Kelly Helen Large THE ALICE MARSHALL SOCIETY Martha Waugh, President Miss Howland, Honorary President Flora Pope, Secretary-Treasurer Mrs. Lyman, Honorary .Member Margaret Allen Gertrude Anderson Mary Bliss Margery Blyth Elizabeth Chisholm Harriet Clarke Constance Coleman Elizabeth Erackleton Kathryn Harshaw Tade Hartsuff Sarah Hawley A Theodate Johnson Mary Judkins Alice Judson Edith Judson Margaret Kaltenbach Catharine Kelly Cornelia Ladd Nadine Morley Elizabeth Moss Jane Pfann Louise Rorimer Betty Shurmer Jane Shurmer Helen Smith Ann Steinwedell Elisabeth Trinkner Jean Vliet Mary Warner Ruth Dudley Wick E 4 1 1 ,M W w ,ima :paw TO A COPPER BOWL Vulcan must have hammered you At his Haming furnaces, My copper bowl, For there is magic in the way you curve and gleam, And your burnished surfaces reflect the light. You are red-gold in the sun, e But in the firelight you glow like a live coal. I will fill you with yellow roses Unfolding dull pink centers. Then you will be lovelier still, My copper bowl. LOUISE HARPHAM, Senior fTl1is Essay was awarded First Prize in the Prize Essay Contest, June, 19227 HERE are houses and houses, just as there are people and people, but there is no house without its human counterpart. Sometimes it issmore difficult than usual to trace resemblances, and sometimes house-folk take positive delight in hiding their true selves under rough exteriors, but when you learn to see beyond the surface you invariably find the characteristics upon which to base your comparisons with human-folk. ,No two houses are exactly alike, any more than two people are absolutely identical, and even twin houses, like twin people, possess many differences. Houses as a whole reflect the people living in them, or people who have lived in them, and a house is occasionally so saturated and steeped in the spirit of the person who caused it to be, that no 'amount of use or abuse can wholly dislodge that elusive some- thing which the creator left as a legacy. Once in a great while a house is the very essence of the spirit of the person who planned it, and though it seems impossible, it is the way in which you regard your house that makes it or breaks it. Of course, the fact that one can so love and work and plan a thing that it becomes simply a part of one is a truth which must be granted. I 45 1 As an example-there was once a little person whose- one ambition was to own a tiny home, and by denying herself every- thing except bare necessities' she was able to buy a scrap of land, a mile and a half from the end of the carline. It seemed a perfect estate to her, for,,though it was so small that one might step over it in the dark and never know it, there was a minute brook, a microscopic bridge, a miniature grove of pines, and a wall. To be frank, the wall was only two feet high, but it was a wall, and stone besides. I was deeply flattered, when the house was completed, to be asked there for tea. As I started out, a friend, passing in her car, stopped and offered to take me wherever I was bound, because she felt gypsy-ish and I looked as though I were starting out on an adventure. Upon our arrival she was invited to explore the house with me, and she wandered upstairs and down, exclaim- ing, My dear! How too perfectly sweetli' Whether she knew it or not she uttered a great truth when she said to the dear little person, It's just youfv The house was just that. It was the little person with all her dreams and quaintnesses-she and the house are there still, and, like an old couple, growing more like each other every day. Houses as a rule represent human types. For instance-there was a bungalow that was an artist, the story-book kind of artist, with a flowing tie, a Van Dyke beard, and a Hoppy mushroom hat. Its owners who did not understand it a bit, and who were exceed- ingly prosaic, decided to give it a coat of paint and tidy it up, as an energetic but stupid relative might decide to tidy up a story- book artist. They did it, but gracious me! the house looked well enough, as a nice artist might look in evening clothes, but you knew that it was aching for that tie, and that beard, and that hat. Fortunately for the house, for I think it would have gone mad had it been forced to be conventional for very long, the only daughter, an understanding person, came home from college, and insisted that the family permit the house to return to its old clothes and habits. The family objected, but Daughter had her way, and the house frequently gives thanks for its release from durance vile. As another instance-there was a house that was like an old lady, the accepted type of old lady, whose very appearance makes one exclaim, Adorable!,'-the kind of old lady that wears dove- grays, Shaker-blues, and Quaker-browns. The house itself was lilac, and its roof was a soft weathered gray like the old ladyis hair. Its windows shone with as kindly a sympathy as the old ladyis eyes, and its door was as hospitably open as the old lady,s l46l J heart. Where the old lady had a neat little pleat edged with frills down the front of her dress, the house had a tidy walk edged with flower beds, where the old lady had voluminous skirts, the house had broad lawns, and where the old lady had two dear little feet, as trimly shod as could be, the house had two perfect loves of gateposts. Of course, there are drab, sordid houses that do not arouse a particle of interest or sympathy, they are more apt to excite dis- gust or abhorrence, but even in the worst specimens there is always at least one redeeming feature, though it be only a good roofline or an amusing cupola. Indeed, it is for the redeeming features that one must look when character-hunting among houses or people. As I said before, there are houses and houses, and people and people, and you may try from now until Doomsday, and never find two people or two houses exactly alike, and never, even till the most remote limit of time, will you ever find a house without its human counterpart. Christopher Morley, in his Lines to a Little House, has expressed part of my thought in a fashion I can,t hope to equal: Our little house is a friendly house. It is not shy nor vain, It gossips with the talking trees And makes friends with the rainf' CATHARINE KELLY,-ILlI1i0l' THE BABY There is many a boy, But there's none like my brother, A wee lump of joy. There is many a boy Laughing or coy, But nowhere such another. There is many a boy, But there's none like my brother. MARY C. INGERSOLL, junior l47l ' 'H , 1 J . r- l 4 A VISIT TO HCANINE HEAVENH LThis Essay was awarded Second Prize in the Prize Essay Contest, June, 19225 AM HULL is a shaggy, bleached Airedale who lives next door. At first glance one would be apt to give him a haughty stare and cross the yard to see Toby Fairfax who is a fuzzy little ball of collie mischief. A second look at Sam would make you start, however, for his eyes are of a deep limpid brown, they seem to see far beyond the exterior into one's very soul. Perhaps in a human soul he finds some common bond that has not been erased by the great power of evolution. I had taken that second glance and we had become firm friends, we talked about everything from the latest bonus billu to The Tale of Two Citiesf' If he did not know about them, at least he assumed a dignified, judicial air and listened thoughtfully to my pros and cons. One day he wig-waggedu an unusual question to me,-we both had previously agreed that wig-wagging was a much better means of conversation than barking. The question was: Did I believe in SpiritualismF With a disdainful sniff I replied that I most certainly did not. Then you wouldn't care to take a trip to 'Canine Heaven' with me in he asked, turning his big, far-seeing brown eyes on me. Will it hurtiv I asked. . He assured me it would not, I closed my eyes, and Sam lay down beside me and began to make a strange snoring sound. I felt very light. Soon I was floating in the air and being touched by little soft clouds. I opened my eyes with a start. Sam and I were walking up a smooth road of blue with downy white trees on either side. Soon we came to a lovely gate made of delicious ham bones. Sam backed up to the gate and tapped on its massive door with his tail. A grand old dog. let us in. Sam told me later that this was St. Bernard. He wig-waggedv Sam a few questions which my companion answered and we moved on. The blue road suddenly stopped and we found ourselves trudging up a broad street paved with dog-biscuits, on either side stretched row after row of roomy kennels. In these lay dogs of all varieties, big dogs, small dogs, thin dogs, fat dogs, dogs with shaggy hair and some with no hair at all. Sam told me these were the latest arrivals who were forced to rest after their strenuous life on earth before they went to the great Field of Sportf' We passed these kennels and soon were l4Sl ' out on the open road. After a short dog-trot we came to the Happy Hunting Grounds or the Field of Sportf, Here, as before, were all manner of dogs who were running and playing in a lovely Held which was covered with blue-grass. I was horrified to observe that many of the dogs were chasing cats, which process seemed to give the former great enjoyment and the latter immense discomfort. Sam, seeing my dismay, explained that Dog,s Heaven is Cat's Inferno, that is, all bad cats are sent to this place where they spend eternity in being chased by dogs. One thing that particularly interested me was that in spite of the intense excitement of this chasing there was no noise at all. I questioned Sam who informed me that St. Bernard had all the barkers removed before the dogs entered, as otherwise the noise would be unspeakable. Hence they used the same wig- wag system that Sam and I had long been using. No doubt my companion had acquired this idea on one of his previous journeys to this place. My thoughts were cut short by the sudden appearance of a great mastiff. Imagine my joy at recognizing a former playmate, Czar. He covered my hands with kisses, and I was startled to notice that his big brown eyes-once so mournful-were now twinkling and full of fun.'This, he told me, was because he was no longer burdened with the great responsibilities of the world, for now he had no cares but played all day in the Field of Sport. Then Czar and I left Sam to chase cats for a while, and we Went to look up another friend of mine. At the end of Dogwood Lane we found a neat little kennel labeled K-9. Colleen, for thus I had called my playmate, was as graceful and glossy as ever. When she recognized me,-I had my hair up and it took her a minute to think who I was,-she rushed me off to her kennel and gave me some Catnip tea which she had had great difficulty in procuring, she said. While I drank this delicious nectar she wig-waggedl' so many questions at me that I feared she would knock down the china-cupboard. On the way back we walked up a dark blue street at the end of which lay a deep pit. Colleen told me this was the place where all the dogs threw away their earthly burdens. Looking closer I saw the pit was full of red sweaters, pink ribbons, cumbersome collars, heavy chains, muzzles, and an occasional tin can. At the great bone gate I bade a sad adieu to my long lost pets and promised to come again if Sam would show me the way. l49l 'f St. Bernard opened the large gate and waved goodbye with his great tail. Suddenly we were falling, and slipping, and stumbling, I grabbed Sam's tail and he replied with an indignant snort ..... vkvkfkilfvifvk I awakened and beheld him looking at me in a pleading way- for I still had hold of his tail. Sam arose and yawned, and before I could ask him any questions, he winked at me and trotted off to his waiting supper. MARTHA IVAUGH, Senior MISS LINDY'S GARDEN You should see Miss Lindy's garden in the morn, in the morn, Her gay, old-fashioned garden in the morn, Dewdrops sparkle, poppies glow, There are lilies white as snow, Blue delphiniums row on row, In the morn. You should see Miss Lindy's garden in the noon, in the noon, Her busy, buzzing garden in the noon, Hollyhocks are straight and tall, Sweet-peas flutter on the Wall, And golden sunshine over all, In the noon. But if youire in her fairy garden in the eve, in the eve, Her scented, moonlit garden in the eve, When the silver phlox gleam whitely And the pale moths hover nightly, You may see Love dancing lightly, In the eve. Louise HARPHAM, Senior 1 so 1 gnu.. ,,e. AMA, , , A I , AW, ,e,,,,,,,, W W, AN UNFINISHED TALE WENT to B- last summer with father, and .during my stay there I had one of the most horrible experiences of my life. We stopped at Hotel X- on Y- street. One afternoon as we were going into a tea shop for something to eat, I met Alice McGregor, a school friend of mine. She had always been a healthy, rosy-cheeked girl, but today she was as White as a sheet and her eyes had deep blue rings underneath them that plainly showed sleepless nights. - I asked her to take some tea with us and she accepted with a weary nod of her head. It was not until the end of our repast that I asked her whether she had been ill. She looked at my father and me for a minute and then in a quiet whisper she said: It happened two days ago-and I'm not over it yet. I went to the Z- on 3rd street-I had heard so much about it, and when I got there I looked thru a-a glass and I saw- here she stopped and with a cry of terror she rose and left the tea-shop, much to our bewilderment. The next day father met a friend of his and the friend told us the same tale that Alice had told-stopping at the same place. Well, you can imagine how curious I was. Father told me absolutely not to go near the Z- but that made me long to go even more. And one day my chance came! Father was in a business con- ference with two men and I immediately left the hotel and Went to 3rd street to the Z-. I didn't know just what the glass', Was, so I looked around for someone to tell me. But I didn't need to be told, for on my right were two or three people going towards the door with pale, frightened faces. I walked over to the place from which the people had come. There in the corner was a contrivance that resembled the Penny Slot Machines in which you look at amusement parks. With my heart beating loudly, I walked to it and then, taking a deep breath I gazed down into the glass For at least two whole minutes I stood gazing into it in abso- lute horror and fear. I have never been so terrified in my life, for there was-oh! I cannot go on because it brings back those hideous memories, and I am afraid my heart will stop beating, so, if you want to know what I saw go to B-, to the Z- on 3rd street. FRANCES CASHMAN, junior . l5ll T CHAOS AND I N THE course of the summer, we spent many nights outdoors, very often on mountain tops, and it was on one of these nights that I had a curious adventure. We had all rolled into our blankets, and everyone except myself was asleep. I grew restless after a bit, and slipped away from the fire and curled up on a rocky ledge that overhung the valley. The night was very still and very lovely, and I was wishing for some one with whom to share it when I realized that some one was sitting beside me. I turned and saw a most woe-be-gone figure clad in swirly gray-blue. He was so utterly depressed and dismal in aspect that I could not help pitying him, and before I knew it he was telling me his history. He was Chaos, and when I expressed surprise that he should be so meek and long-suffering in appearance, he said that it was Time and Tribulation, Time and Tribulationf' and went on with his tale. Before this universe, I had a marvelous time. You see, all the elements and things were wandering around with nothing to do, so I used to combine them and make wonderful explosions, and whirlwinds, and things, but one day the Lord came along and objected to my games because they were so untidy, and said, 'There must be order! This will never do,' and forthwith He thought out the universe. I didn,t object strenuously the first day He worked, for light and darkness had little effect upon meg but when He separated the waters and made the firmament, I grew worried. By the time He brought forth the dry land I was frantic, and tried to put a stop to His efforts, but He stopped me, and I retired to the outermost limits and raged. However, He came along presently, still creating, and I gave in. It was no use to fight Him so now I am a nobody-but before Creation-oh, I was powerful then! I still am powerful, and when I'm angry I behave as I did in the good old days before time was. He must have grown angry then, as he thought of his vanished glory, for he bounded off the rock ledge and gave me a fine exhibi- tion of pre-Creation chaos as he whirled away in a swirl of Hames and smoke and unearthly noises. He did not return so I went back to bed, and though I would like very much to think that the incident really occurred, I am constrained by my reason to believe that it was a dream. However, it was amusing, therefore why worry? CATHARINE KELLY, junior ' I52l L ,,,,,,, ,,,H,,,,,7,,,, ,, -W K ,WW JIMMIE Now Jimmie was the victim of the most mistaken aims, His father had competed in the famed Olympic games, His brother was the captain of the varsity at Yale, His mother-a cup winner-why, Jimmie could not fail. He was thrown into the swimming pool at the early age of three, He was taught to trot and canter when he reached the horse's knee, He was entered in a gym class when he was only five, He had to sprint and pole vault to keep himself alive. He was fitted out for football at the tender age of eight And long before poor Jimmie knew, his dad had planned his fate When his fond and doting family had done its noble best, He was sent away to prep school for the coach to do the rest Now Jim came home at Christmas from preparatory school, Not a much distinguished athlete but a polished dancing fool, As a baby he was promising-his training had been fine But now his only merit was a very clever line. Soon after graduation, to his family's dismay, , Jim's dad received a special that his son had found his way. He was destined for the idol of a million movie fans, As an actor he left footprints on t.ime's eternal sands. I JEAN GIBSON, Junior 4 There's a drifting peace in the early dusk, And a haunting shadowy pain, A something that tugs at half-lost thoughts And draws them out again. The heartbreaking gloom crowds closer still And the trees loom sinister-wise, But the first little star shines out like a hope In the glowering winter skies. CATHARINE KELLY, Junior r ss 1 43 T A WALL OF SENTIMENT I HE wise old garden lay drowsing in the fierce midday heat. Dusty pink and white hollyhocks leaned against the ancient wall where hung heavy clusters of honey- suckle, and yellow roses drooped their pale petals. Maria May straightened her weary back and wiped the sweat from her flushed forehead with the earthy back of a hand. Damn!', she murmured in a tired voice, surveying the long bed of still unweeded flowers, Ugh, how I loathe this job, but I'll be bound ifI don't finish it all up today and get done with it. These baby plants haven't half a chance, choked with the horrid things. ' She stooped over again and vigorously began to yank out weeds with a determined line to her curved mouth. The rufiled and starched white sunbonnet which framed her flushed and dirt-stained face made a quaint contrast to her faded overalls and boy's shirt which clung to her wet back. She was the only animated thing in the heat-drugged garden. ' Even inquisitive Bimbo lolled his dripping pink tongue and panted loudly under a shady shrubg but suddenly his jaws snapped shut and his stubby tail stiffened with attention. A Could that be a dog squirming out of a hole from under the wall? The large stranger had no sooner emerged than he sought retreat the way he had come, with Bimbo close behind. Shrill yappings and rumbling snarls ensued on the other side. Up the wall went Maria May by the aid of a gnarled peach tree. She was hanging there about to drop down on the other side when the dogs stopped their seemingly furious fighting and transferred their attentions to her. ' Oh, she wailed, l'll fall on you. Go away Bimbo. She couldn't get up again and wouldn't drop down, so there she hung from the high wall, ridiculous, with the dogs cavorting below. At that precarious moment a light firm step came down an overgrown pathway and a commanding masculine voice was heard in the hot stillness. Mad Lay off. S Maria May,s strained and scraped fingers lost their gripg a thud, and sher lay sprawled on her back in a bed of angry nettles, l54l only to be quickly picked .out and set on the rank grass by strong arms. , Don't cry, little girl, he soothed, vigorously rubbing the agony out of her stinging arms and wrists. I'm not! I a-d-d-dore to fall into n-nettlesf' she indignantly quavered, her eyes brimming with tears. The sweltering sun had beaten down on her head since early morning and she was almost on the verge of a sunstroke. I see,', he said gravely with a humorous quirk to his generous mouth, I suppose you make it one of your daily habits to fall over the wall into my bed of nettles,-it is mine now, you know, the whole blooming estate, house, garden, haunted swamp and everything. Maria lVIay's vision was just beginning to focus on his face which jiggled in a giddy haze. You got rather a nasty knockf' he commiserated. Why did you let go? You should have climbed back. How stupid you are,', she sighed, I never could chin myself, not even once. She rose unsteadily to her feet. ' I merely came over from my side to prevent your dog from being utterly demolished fit was a great labor to talkj. Grand- father noticed how weedy it was, so I got up early to clear out the horrid things all in one day-and my head-U her incoherent jumble of words trailed into silence. Little girl, you're ill, 1 and he gently but Hrmly pushed her unresisting toward the black shade of a tree. Little girl ! tinkled her hysterical laughter, great big ,normous man, she gurgled mockingly and subsided in a faint. Good Lord, muttered Tadge, slumping her on a bed of grey moss. He stood off and looked down in annoyed and bewildered helplessness.- The white sunbonnet had fallen off. Maria May lay like a wilted flower on the ground. Tiny damp ringlets clustered about the piquant oval of her face. She looked very small and feminine in her boy's' clothes. Lord!', he muttered again, but in a different way as he knelt down and began to fan her steadily with the white sunbonnet. ' II ' The little new plants she had weeded that memorable morning were already a blossoming border along the ancient wall. I-Iowever, l55l if time were gauged by all that happened in it, those plants should have been growing much longer than a short month. For the day after the nettle episode, Tadge had sprawled gracefully on the wall swinging his long legs during a good part of the afternoon. Was Maria May there too? Oh, yes, she had just happened, you know, to be sitting in the shade sewing. She had glanced now and again at the old wall and only the perfumed roses and honeysuckle stirred slightly in the faint breeze, she looked again, and there he was, standing on the top with his ruddy head catching all the sun and shining redder than ever. Good afternoon. You haven't been gardening today.', Really? she answered to no one in particular and kept on being busy. ' May I sit down F he pretended to plead as he already began to seat himself on the wall, it's neutral territory. If you can find a place where there aren't any thorns. Maria May unbent a trifle and stopped being busy,-he had such a nice grin and anyway, Why not? There was a something- What are you doing P Being domestic, grandfather wears horrible holes in his socks. . A long pause followed in which their thoughts traveled side by side. Maria May could feel itg it seemed a surprisingly natural sensation. You understand, he spoke aloud, that I had you once in the very beginning of time and lost you eons ago. I've been hunt- ing through the ages ever since. His clear grey eyes were delving into her consciousness, his tense face earnest and rather wistful. Maria May kicked herself mentally. The May-self of her whispered, Believe him, he's true. The Maria-self scoiled, I-Ie's either crazy or handing you an awful linef' Of course Maria, as she held Hrst place, influenced her. She lifted a strong, pointed little chin and smiled with amused challenging eyes. What a pity I didn't know you then, it would have been delightful fun in Noah's Ark. Yes, if you're addicted to twosing, he teased, a look of keen disappointment giving way to his quick smile. And then, too, when I was a king of Babylon and you were a Christian slave, he bantered. lsoi ' Lovelyl trilled her rich laughter, but why not go back to when we were both jelly fish floating in the sea?,' And Maria May gathered up her mending' about to leave. You mustn't gof' his strange cutting voice stated as he dropped from the wall and stood towering in front of her. ' Whether you think me a lunatic or a snake doesn't matter at all. What I said is true. llll make you a bargain, if you'll let us be friends, real friends, for a month starting tomorrow, Illl clear out absolutely at the end of that time if you want it. Pause. We'd eventually be formally introduced anyway, so Pi' It's a bargain, answered the May-part of Maria May as she held out a slender capable hand. Thanks,,' he said and gripped hard. As she went toward the garden gate he called after her in a Peter Pan-ish voice, Good afternoon, little girl! Goodbye, great big ,normous man! she mockingly tossed over her shoulder. That very night he shaved off his thick mustache, talking into the mirror the while, Great big 'normous man. Humph! Adorable little cuss, I'll makeiher-', and proceeded to gash himself with the razor. Q The affair had been started off with a strong promising push and gathered momentum in leaps and bounds. . III It was that time of day in late summer when the shimmering sun casts long slanting shadows, and all the earth is mellowed in golden loveliness, the time when the hurrying hours seem to hesi- tate and hold their breath to lengthen out this moment of stolen paradise which God has hung by a golden thread between the toil of day and the dark of night. ' Maria May in a sheer white dress with swishing rufiies and a pale green cord about her slim waist, stood on tiptoe with slender arms upstretched busily cutting sprays of yellow coral-hearted roses from the ancient wall. And all the while she hummed to herself a satisfying little tune: Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. CFor me, he fell for mel -or words to that effect. Hello! said a low ringing voice close from above her head, as Tadge appeared on the wall, A penny for your thoughts. l57l You, of course, conceited one. You're rather late for tea, old dear. Sorry, I've been in townf, He reached down and she turned up her sweet face. Glad you shaved off that mustache, came her smothered voice. Pk Pk Pk PF Pk ik :lf Pk The honey bees droned amid the sweet scented blossoms on the ancient wall, and the afterglow of the sun shone over the edge of the earth as it always has at summer eventide since the world began. You see, my dear darling, I've proved that what I said about having loved you always, is true,,' he stated sweepingly in the masterful way of ownership, say again that you do believe mef, With all my heart, answered her May-self with a lovely catch in her voice. The Maria-self made certain mental reserva- tions, but very feebly, for she had been severely injured when Maria May had fallen from the flower-laden wall onto the other side. N, M. M., Junior On a crisp, brisk tramp through an autumn day When the crackling leaves are of colors gay, And the hills blaze up out of frost-blue mist, CHills the cold has nipped and the sun has kissedb, When the crimson bitter-sweet glows like fire O'er old brown trees and through tangled briar, When the wind goes rollicking here and there, When it scatters milkweed and blows my hair, I want only freedom and life! When I go down town through the gorgeous stores, Through the orient wealth that my soul adores, I love flashing jewels and moonlight veils That bedeck the beauties in fairy tales, Rich peacock velvets, the glorious sweep Of an orange cloak or of purples deep. A I love drooping feathers, the shimmering fold Of lustrous silks in a heap of gold. I want all there is and then more! CONSTANCE COLEMAN, Senior I 58 I g Iayaaoat It as 4 PARIS AT NIGHT Bam - Bam - Bam - Bam - Bam - Bam - Bam - Bam HEN those great bells of Notre Dame toll ten-Paris awakes. It is thenthe twisting streets and broad boule- vards become ablaze with lights. Music peals forth from every part of Paris, from the restaurants and cafes on Boulevard des Italians, to the little salons on Boulevard de Sebastopol. ' The streets and boulevards are alive with taxis, driving up and down in an incessant stream. The larger avenues are crowded with people, their voices a veritable Babel. The gardens of the Tuilleries, brilliantly lighted, are at night the gardens of romance. The winding walks and dimly lighted nooks are the Mecca of those wishing to avoid the worldis glassy stare, and yet to feel the thrill of the mystic city. The jazz bands, the orchestras, and the pipe-organs together with the loud voices of the crowd are, to one wandering along the quieter streets, but a conglomeration of unearthly sounds. Paris at night is an unreal city in a shroud, and separated from the rest of the world by the great walls of chance, of happiness and of gayety in sorrow. Paris lives to music. The bells sound three. The lights Hicker and go out one by one. The peals of music slowly die away. The taxis creep away not to reappear until the next night, for they are owl taxis. And when those great bells of Notre Dame toll four-all is silent. Paris, real Paris sleeps. DOROTHY HYDE, junior THOUGHT AND GUESS Thought I'd studied my history, Guess I hadn'tg Thought I knew my French, Guess I didn't, Think I know my Latin, Guess I don'tg Maybe I'll know my English, Guess I won't. ELIZABETH Citoss, Senior l59l , T k. PROVER BS Y AUNT and uncle always pride themselves on their wisdom. Their favorite pastime is giving sage advice to others through the medium of proverbs. One day when I was visiting them last summer, finding myself in need of counsel, I Went to my aunt and asked her for her opinion. Always look before you leap, my dearf' she replied. My uncle's answer to the same question was, He who hesi- tates is lost, my child. I decided to let the matter drop. A few days later I again went to my aunt for advice. Do it yourself, she said. You know too many cooks spoil the broth. But my uncle said, Let me help you-two heads are better than one, you know. Needless to say I did not do it at all. As I was leaving I told them how much I had enjoyed my visit and how I hoped they would not forget me. Of course not, my dear, absence only makes the heart grow fonder, said my aunt. I was too far away to hear the parting words of my uncle. Surely it must have been a woman's intuition that told me that he called after me, But remember, out of sight is out of mind. KATHERINE DAY, Senior THE GARDEN YEAR N Tl-IE Spring this old garden was a wonder of tulips, hya- cinths, and lilacs, of nodding daifodils, and pungent lilies. In the summer it was ruddy with roses, blazing with verbenas, and gay with laburnum's gold cascade. Then the musk carna- tions and the pale pinks exhaled a fragrance that made the heart dream idyls. In the autumn there was the warm, sweet smell of peaches, pears, and apples. There were morning glories in riotous profusion, stately hollyhocks, and hardy dahlias. In winter it still had charms, white snow, 'the green box cedar, and holly, and the sharp descent of its frozen paths to the river. , ELIZABETH MCINTYRE, Senior I 60 I FROM THE TRAIN WINDOW ROM the window of the hurrying train I am looking out at the changing landscape. Here a winding ravine entices me with promise of unknown, unmarred beauty in its hid- den, winding course, here a high wooded hill dips into a meadow drifted with snow, now a White mist of smoke from the engine screens the whole picture. That smoke is a mischievous thing, hiding what I want most to see, and as if to aggravate its power it reveals the outline of a single tree through its haze, or parts for one brief glimpse of a farm in a group of snow-laden pines, then whirling into fantastic, grinning shapes it swallows them all again and the train rushes on. I know the sun is sinking and the sky is a crimson glory, for the sun is radiantly pink and on it the trees cast long, blue shadows, but the smoke only laughs and selfishly conceals it. The sunset must be too wonderful for mortal eyes to see, and that mist covers all-all but a faint glow that fades and is dying. When the smoke lifts again it will be dark, and the woods will be silhouetted against a green-blue sky, with a yellow beam along the horizon. It will be a strange landscape then, with but a star or two to light it andthe silver snow. CONSTANCE COLEMAN, Senior THE WATER WAVE I yearn for a wave And strive for it nightly For my hair won't behave, It looks so unsightly. Though in vain I may slave, I think I do rightly - To yearn for a wave And strive for it nightly. i ELIZABETH FRACKLETON, Senior If a surgeon should read Carlyleis Essay on Burnsv oughtn't Dido to read the Deerslayer?,' lGll I , HEARD ON THE TELEPHONE ELLO. Is this Bridget O,Callahan? Shure, this is your old frind, Moya. I heard you was visitin' your brother Dennis here in New York an' I called you up. How are yes? And how is Patrick and the baby? Yes, me dear, Oi've got me a foine job wid Mrs. R-r-raymond day Forrest, an,, shure 'tis a grand society lady she is intirely wid her iligant risidince on the Avynoo an' another wan in the country. No, I'm jist the cook and it's foine pay I'm gettin', twenty- foive a week! Jistqfor doin' the cookin', mind. She has wan av thim snippy, black-eyed, French ger-r-rls to take care of her rooms, and a Jap valley to take care of the mister's. No, I don't even wait table. There's a red-faced, stiff-kneed English butler to do it. And the Missus has even got wan av them shiffunears, all dressed up like a circus parade, an' thr-r-ree cars for him to run. Iligant cars they are, too, all lined wid velvit. An', Bridget, the policeman on the beat is the gr-r-randest- lookin' bye I iver laid me two eyes on. He's a lad afther me own ikin'! He stepped in the other evenin' to get warmed up afther bein' out in the rain all day. Oi've always had a tender shpot in me heart for policemen, 'specially whin they're as polite an' gr-r-rand-like as him, so I filled him up on me mate-pie an' we got rale well acquainted. Shure he's fair disthractin, wid his blarney an' his deluderin, ways. Do you rnind me mother's cousin in County Cork? Well, Michael, that,s me gintleman frind, comes from there an' he tells me he knew Katy's husband's uncle. He comes in nearly ivery noight now, an' next Sunday he's goin, to take me out to GrilTon's Movie Palace. I do belave I'd even give up me foine new job if he asked me. The idea of a foine little Hat somewhere- The Missus is ringin' fer me. I'll call ye agin later. Goodbyef' HELEN E. INGERSOLL, Sophomore Sophomore Clooking over corrected geometry paperjz Miss MacDonald, what does 'N. B., mean ?', Voice from the last row: Why, 'No Brainsf of course. lI62l L l SIC SEM PER BILLY-BOY ILLY-BUY was bad! Yes he was. Really and truly bad- and he knew it. He had tied the two cats, tails -together and hung them over the clothes-line, and, the results being too painful to relate, Billy-boy decided to run away. He started down the road leading to the woods about the middle of the afternoon and had a glorious time chasing butterflies and picking berries, but when the sun began to get low and he began to feel empty, it was quite a different story. Gradually it became very dark, and Billy-boy became very, very frightened as he wandered through the woods alone. Sud- denly a blood-curdling sound made his hair stand on end. Whoo-oo it went, Whoo-oo. Like a startled rabbit Billy ran-for how could he know it was nothing but an owl when it sounded so fearfully like a ghost? All around him huge shadows came and chased him, but in spite of that his sturdy little legs refused to go any further, and he sank down in a muddy heap and burst into tears. He was too tired to be alarmed at having to sleep all night on the cold ground, and almost immediately he slept. ' But at home there was great excitement. The cats had been found Cor rather what was left of them as they had clawed each other almost to piecesj but Billy-boy had not. Armed with lan- terns and whistles they set out to search for him. They called for him up and down the road, they shouted at him in the fields, and they shrieked his name until the woods rang, but it was all in vain. Sadly they came home. Father's face wore a look of hopeless despair, mother was weeping copiously and sister was just preparing to faint gracefully in her fiance's arms when the door burst open and a glad Voice shouted Know don't get excited for it wasn't Billy-boyj: Howdy dad, hello ma, how's the girl? Say what's the matter, sis? Is she sick? It was Billy-boyls older brother, Jim, who was returning fresh Koh, very freshj from his first term at college, and whose expected arrival had been forgotten in the excitement of the moment. Say, what's the matter with you folks ? he enquired, liberally distributing bearish hugs and noisy kisses. Oh, Jim,', sobbed sister, deciding the time was not propitious for fainting, Billy-boyis lostf' P l63l. Not really? Yes, reallyf' And immediately everybody began talking at once to tell him about it. When they finished he asked: Have you sent Ship after him? Why how foolish! Nobody had thought of the dog-his best friend. They rushed out to the stable. Good old Shippief' they said, go find Billy-boy. Drowsily the old fellow lumbered out into the night and anxiously they followed him. Over hill and dale he led them, through field and gully until they wondered how the child could have gone so far. Finally, however, they reached a large forest about four miles from home, the lantern shone on a gleam of gold which closely resembled Billy-boy's hair. There they found him peacefully sleeping, and thankfully they carried him home. All of which goes to show how Billy-boy was lost and found. Which also goes to show the value of a college education. LOUISE HARPHAM, Senior JACK FROST Jack Frost had come And busy was he, Leaving his trade-mark On bush, hedge, and tree, Wherever he stepped, Wherever he breathed, Pictures he left With holly enwreathed. Cities and temples, Spires and towers, Bevies of birds, Groups of fair Howers. He's the herald of Christmas, Of fun, games, and toys, Of skating and coasting, - The winter's rare joys. VIRGINIA HARRISON, Freshman l64 I WELL KNOWN EXPRESSIONS Mrs. Lyman: Please to remember this, girls-don't sell your heritage for a mess of pottage! Miss Bell: Don't come into my class with one of those things onlv fDeauville scarfsj Miss Besaw: Magno murmure. Horrible dictuln You are all illiterate. Mlle. Labeque: Take your fingers out of your mouth or your mark goes down before you get it. Miss Meserve: Now er-will you-er-go on-er-from this -er-point. Miss Crawford: Put your feet on the floor, ladies! Miss Lux: Not to the pointf' Simply outrocious! pres- treperous! V L Miss Shirey: Please take the stallbars down off the benchesf' - Miss Myers: No talking in the library, girls! Miss Humphreys: Now, girls, please keep quiet, one at a time. Tomorrow I shall hold you responsible for-U Pier- nas abajolu - Miss MacDonald: Simplify first! ' ,Miss Groff Cfiercelyj: Where's that nickel you owe me?', Mr. W'eyman: Oh, are you going to play a little sonater for Mr. Weyman today?,' Miss VVeitz: Please remember, girls, Mr. Weyman is coming todayf' - Miss Besaw: Define 'paregoricf M. MCC.: I can't define it, but I can use it in a sentence, 'P ' ll k' h t ' t ' aregorica y spea lngt a is rue. , l65l CAN YOU IMAGINE Jean Gibson not arguing in History? Elizabeth Cross not dignified? Miss Bell on time to lunch? Miss Lux with bobbed hair? Martha Sawyer not getting 100 in everything? Fritz,' not funny? Mag kissing anyone? Ann without a why?', Dody with awful clothes? Mary Warner noisy in the study hall? Mad', not laughing? Miss Shirey not sending someone out of class? I 1 THINGS WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW Who will be the hero to start a new march tune to Chapel? Where Miss Bell's digressions end? What a Junior's aim in life is? just who started this new system of marking? What Mrs. Lyman would have said of our dancing costumes ten years ago? How M. Warner does her hair? l66l A HINT TO THE FACULTY The quality of grading do not strain, Bestow it as a 'rain of gentle marks Upon the girl who fails. It is twice blessed, It blesseth her that gives and her that takes. ,Tis sweeter than all else, for it becomes The sternest teacher better than her hat. A failure shows a mark of envied power, An attribute to lessons long unlearned In which doth lie the dread and fear of all. But mercy is above this frightful thing, It would enthrone our Teacher in our hearts 'Twould be an attribute to Laurel School If she'd correct our papers more with love And mercy, than with justice. 3 E. BARNHATQT, Sophomore l67l L...? X Z' Ht' Y ' ' N Co OU NT 1115610 THE RICKETY MAN I Oh, he was a rickety, rickety man, And when the little tots saw him, they ran, He lived in a rickety, rickety house With just one companion, a rickety mouse. He ate with two wee little rickety spoons, And his eyes twinkled just like two rickety moons. Each stocking peeped forth from a rickety boot, When they saw him coming the wee folk would hoot: Oh, here comes our rickety, rickety man lv Here comes our rickety, rickety Dan. The rickety, rickety man only laughed, And each in his turn, he merrily chaffed. II 'Twas Christmas eve. In the rickety house No one was stirring save Rickety Mouse. As Mr. Mouse listened a sound rent the air, And then with a bound old Santa was there. He waited a moment then opened the pack That he laughingly pulled from across his big back. III I The rickety Hoof gave a rickety groan, ' And Rickety Mouse was soon left alone. The next time folks saw the rickety man, He looked just as splendid as any one can! His rickety, rickety boots were gone, i And he had a brand new mufHer on. My! How Christmas had changed that rickety man! VIRGINIA WILKIN, Grade Eight THE FAIRY WOOD It is the favorite haunt of the fairies, the beautiful wood in winter. Dark evergreens droop purple-shadowed boughs to sweep the snow across the paths. The little brook winds its way in the snow like a black enameled ribbon. Snow crystals gleam with opalescent shades in the moonlight. Q BETTY TETER, Grade Eight l7ll Y JL.......,....g TH E S EASONS The ground is covered with snow, The winds blow and blowg Around the stove the children sit Tellingstories while the fire is lit. Spring is here, Spring is here, The birds are singing songs of cheer, The Howers are nodding to and fro, And the warm south wind will blow and blow. The leaves are turning brown and red, The wind is blowing overhead, The farmers say Jack Frost must pay For scattering star-dust along his way. There is the Lady Winter in her gown so white, Who came through the town in the dark of night. Throwing her diamonds near and far She made the earth like a shining Star. The summer months are the best of all, Bringing roses both large and smallg The lilacs blue and the snow-bells white Make a pretty picture in the bright sunlight. MARY HELEN FREUDENBERGER, Grade Six AN ESKIMO GIRL I am a little Eskimo girl named Ninoo. I am four years old and live in Greenland. My house is made of ice and snow. My father has many dogs. My father chooses the wise dog for the leader, and calls him the leader or chief. The other dogs watch the leader and go every place he goes. I like to go out on the sledge with my father. When I go out on the sledge I have two suits. My inner suit has the fur next to my body. My outer suit has the fur on the outside. My stockings are made of birdskin with the feathers next to my legs. My shoes are made of sealskin. I like to eat seal meat and bear meat. But I like to eat berries and seaweed better. VVe do not have tables to eat on. BETTY ALLEN, Grade Two I7-'ll THE GREEN TEAPOT One night I was left alone in the house for a few hours. WVon- dering what I should do I happened to think of the little green teapot. This teapot I was never allowed to touch since it had been my grandmother's. This would be my chance to have imagi- nary tea-parties with it. Carefully taking it from the cupboard, I settled down to pour tea for Miss Smith and myself. Wheii I had finished pouring, instead of hearing Miss Smith talk, I heard someone in the kitchen. Oh, suppose they should catch me with the teapot. In my haste to put it in its place, I dropped it and smashed it in a million pieces. I stood there staring at it, but soon changed the direction of my stare to the door as someone was opening it. Then-in walked a friendly little dog. VIRGINIA KEIM, Grade Eight Carefree crowds thronged the festive amusement pier with its fiuttering pennants and countless lights. Continuous streams of humanity poured forth from the exits of the roller-coaster, the merry-go-round, and the mill-chute. VVhite-haired grandmothers mingled with round-eyed cherubs. The rich and poor alike elbowed their Way to the peanut stand. Spectators and participants, bored, eager, or amused, flocked into the dance hall. The hoarse cry of the barker rose with the shrill piping of the peanut vender. It was holiday night. I VIRGINIA WILKIN, Grade Eight Up, up rises the slow-moving Ferris Wheel. The little wired cages are doing their part as they carry upward you-their burden. Now you are at the top, yonder lies the city blinking its eyes at the silver moon. The majestic church spires rise above the low, squatting houses. Thin wisps of smoke soar upward to meet the clouds. Too soon you must begin your downward trip till the cage deposits its burden near the entrance. Then away you walk carry- ing the vision of loveliness with you. I VIRGINIA KEIM, Grade Eight I vs I SUNLIGHT A FAIRY PLAY IN Two ACTS WRITTEN AND TO BE PRESENTED BY THE FOURTH GRADE CHARACTERS: Alice Prince Fairy-Step Phyllis Prince Fairy-Tune Lady Hawthorne, their mother Shake-Stick, a jester Fairy King Six Little Pages Fairy Queen Fairies of the Court Act I Place: A deserted palace in the depth of a wood. Time: A sunny morning. Act II Place: The same only the palace is no longer deserted. Time: Towards sunset. elf wk Pl' :lf Pk Pl! Act I. The palace is a great tall building, and we should see, if we can imagine, many towers rising from the roof. It has big marble steps, which we do not see though the great door is ajar. Through a crack in the door there comes a beautiful light. It comes from the sun and we are not surprised to hear soft voices, and footsteps approach- ing. The two little girls have found their way here. Phyllis: Isn't this a beautiful place? I wonder who lives here? Alice: Perhaps nobody does. Phyllis: Oh, Ilm sure somebody does because they have left the door open. Alice: Do we dare go in? Phyllis: Let us knock first. It is more polite. Alice: Let IHC. fShe knocks. There is a great silence., Alice: Oh, Phyllis, you would better knock. Phyllis knocks. There is still great silence. Alice: Let's peep in anyway. They peep in, and through the larger crack in the door, they see the inside of the palace. Suddenly, the light seems to change the color of the I7-ll room, and we see that it is beautiful, because the walls are truly magnificent, and are hung with golden harps and other musical instruments. In one corner there is an empty throne. , Phyllis: Someone must live here. It is so beautiful- Alice: I wish someone would come-let us look around. Phyllis: Do we dare? Alice: Oh, yes. It is so pretty. Nothing could hurt us. Phyllis: Well, then, all right-let's. They come in on tip-toe. The door opens behind them letting in a shaft of sunlight. Alice: Oh, isn't it pretty? See the soft lamps. And the lovely rugs- Phyllis: I am afraid to walk on them. She takes a small timid step, and seeing that it doesn't hurt, she walks a little further. Phyllis: Alice, I think it is a magic rug. Alice: I think it is a magic castle, too. As she takes a few steps further, the light still falling on the rug seems to change it, until it seems to be rainbow colored. Alice: Oh, it is like a rainbow in the sky. Phyllis: Who can live here? Alice: Oh, I wonder- They look around again. Phyllis: Look at the lovely fireplace. All marble with great stones making the chimney. How tall it is! Alice: Look at the logs! Who can have brought them? As they start over to the fireplace, they discover the instruments which line the walls. They, too, appear in the light of the sun, like gold. Phyllis: How strange. Do you suppose anyone plays them? Alice: Harps, violins, trumpets, flutes-who can play them? Phyllis: I do not know. They listen, but all is quiet. Phyllis looks up and sees a beautiful curtain, that is slightly swaying, as if some one had touched it. Phyllis: Look at the curtain- Alice: I am going to see if there is anyone behind it. Phyllis: Oh, Alice. Alice goes over and touches the curtain. Alice Cdrawing backj: I don't think there,s anyone there. Alice backs away from the curtain, which hangs motionless in soft folds shining in the sunlight. As she does so her eye falls upon a throne. It is of gold and is garlanded with White and red roses. Alice: Oh, Phyllis-a thronel' 1 75 1 Y , ,L , wwf, ... ,. .M-5,4 Phyllis: We must be in a king's palace. Alicf: And the roses-smell their perfume. There must be a lovely garden to this palace. I should like to see it. ' Phyllis: But we donlt know where it is. And the palace is so wonderful. They look around slowly enjoying its beauty when suddenly a chord of unusual and enchanting music is heard. It is beautiful, like a harp. Clzz'Zcire'n.' Oh! Oh! Oh! Music. The music becomes clearer, we hear not only harps but violins, and then flutes, trumpets and even sweet singing. As the music becomes clearer we hear the voices of the fairy host singing the fairy song. FAIRY SONG From our lovely garden sweet, Where fairy flowers bloom, Where we dance on dainty feet, And the air has rare perfume, Birds and Howers meet Their King and Queen to greet. Then to our Fairy Palace, Where live our King and Queen, In gold and silver chalice We drink to their reign supreme. So, Princes gay and sweet, You joyously we greet. Then, welcome Fairies all, Who,ve come from far and near To attend the Princes' Ball. We bid you all good cheer. ' To strains of music sweet, Our royal sovereigns meet. As the Fairy Song dies away, the music changes to a stately march which tells us that a King and Queen draw nigh. The curtain which so impressed Alice suddenly rises and disappears in the air. Walking in a stately manner as if they came from a Rose Garden, We see the King and Queen of the fairies. They do not see the children, and seat themselves on the throne. They are followed by the two Princes, Prince Fairy-Step and Prince Fairy-Tune, who take their places by the throne. Then, the music seems to tell of the patter of little feet, and soon the room is filled with thousands of fairies. They are tiny and beautifully dressed, and each wears a golden star on the forehead. The Fairies: Oh, the Sun! the Sun! Your Majesties, the Sun! T-he stars on their foreheads flicker and go out and we see that they are more similar to sunbeams. They run int0 the ray of the sun and dance. l76l King: Good Queen, who opened the door? Queen: I know not, my dear. A LiztleFai1'y: It doesn't matter who opened the door. Letis have a dance. Fairies: Yes! yes! a dance. F They come running forward to dance, when they spy the two little girls who are standing, both frightened and interested, in one corner. Fairies: Oh! Oh! your Majesties, what have we here? Another F airy :Two lovely little mortals. The Two Princes: Two lovely little girls. There is a silence. Alice: If you please- Phyllis: Your Majesties- Alice: If you please, your Majesties, we found the door open and so we came in. King: The door open? WVhosleft it open? There is a silence as they all think who COULD have left the door open. Phyllis: Dear King and Queen, We hope you don't mind our coming in. We were so tired from our walk in the forest and the door was ajar- ' King: Oh, no, my dear, but the question is, who left the door of our palace ajar? ' e Queen: Perhaps, my lord, it was the wind, or even we ourselves forgot to close it when we went to the Rose Garden. There is again silence, then the Queen goes on. Queen: Perhaps someone we do not know came in to rest, and going away, forgot to close it. What does it matter? It has let in the sunlight-and two dear little girls. Third Little Fairy: If you please, your Majesty, I opened the door for the sun to peep in. King: The mystery is solved. Alice and Phyllis: And may we stay and play with you a little while? Queen: Indeed you may, and we shall play you are two little Fairies. VVould you like to be little Princesses? Alice and Phyllis: Oh! yes, yes, goodie! King: Little mortals, before we make you Fairy folk, these things we must know. Are you good, and true, and do you love the F airies? Queen: Of course they are kind and true-their eyes are bright and shining, and they do not look afraid. But whether they love Fairies or not is quite another question. l77l ' P L.A.......... ,L A..- , Alice and Phyllis: Uh, yes, We do love you, sweet Fairies, with all our hearts. King: Then what are your names? Alice: My name is Alice, sir. Phyllis: And mine is Phyllis. King: Page, Page, write down their names in the golden book. Page Qwritingj: Done, your Majesty. ALICE PHYLLIS King: Your last name? Alice and Phyllis: Hawthorne, your Majesty. Page: Alice and Phyllis Hawthorne. King: Lady Alice and Lady Phyllis. The children curtsy and kneel before the King and Queen. Queen Ctouehing them with her wanclj: Oh, happy children, who love the Fairy folk, arise, arise, Princess Alice and Princess Phyllis. -The fairies applaud. Strains of mysterious music steal through the room again. King: Lords and Ladies of the Fairy Palace. Behold these Fairy Princesses. You, Sir Fairy-Tune, will you escort the Princess Phyllis to the garden, and you, Prince Fairy-Step, take Princess Alice. Later we shall have a ball for two Fairy Princesses. Fairies Capplauclj: A ball, a ball. y Prince Fairy-Tune steps up to Phyllis. , Prince Fairy-Tune: Will you accompany me to the garden, sweet Princess Phyllis? He bows and takes her hand. Prince Fairy-Step: Will you come with me, pretty Alice? He bows and takes her hand. All: Hail, gay Princes and sweet Princesses. Curtain. Act II. Q THE BALL The room is much the same except the Howers which decorate the throne have opened. The room is filled with their fragrance, and some of them have shed their petals upon the floor. The carpet has disappeared, and the dainty petals are reflected in the shiny floor. The sunlight, which still lights the room, has turned into the soft pink of the sunset colors. The guests who arrive l73l are dressed in their best clothes, for it is the hour of the ball. Music of a won- derful march is heard. PROCESSION Enter first six little pages. They are dressed in suits of blue and gold, and their long black curls fall over their shoulders. Two stay by the door to act as Heralds. The other four walk in graceful manner to the throne. They are daintily picking the strings of golden lyres. Then, enter the Fairy Court, which is made up of many, many little fairies. The Heralds blow their Trum- pets. Enter King and Queen. They go to Throne. Then enter Prince Fairy- Tune and Princess Phyllis. The Prince wears a suit of silver, and the Princess wears a longblue velvet court train, and upon her dark hair is a narrow crown of silver. Enter Prince Fairy-Step and Princess Alice. The Prince wears a suit of gold and the Princess wears a long court train of pink velvet. Her crown, which is also the narrow band that Princesses wear, is of gold. They take their places near the throne. Enter Shake-stick, the court jester. He is gaily dressed in a suit of different colors and wears a tall, pointed cap of green with bells on it. He is a very funny person, and runs in. Attempting to bow, he falls. The court laugh. Shake-stick hops up and turns two hand- springs. The court applaud. He does a merry dance. Shake-Stick: Come, lords and ladies gay, It is the very time of day To play. Princes sweet and ladies fair, You would make a dainty pair. Dance there Cpointing to the ,rhiny flood. Everybody laughs. All stand and choose partners. Prince airy-Step Qto Alicej: May I have this dance with you? We will make a lovely two. Alice: Yes, you may, sir, Prince so gay, Music bids us, come and play. Prince Fairy-Tune Cto Phyllisj: Lady Phyllis, so fair to see, Will you join this dance with me? Phyllis: Until the shining ofthe moon, I will dance with Fairy-Tune The Princes bow to the Ladies. All curtsy and the music starts. Away they whirl around and around. The dance IS at its height when there 1S heard in the distance the sound of chimes ringing the hour of the sun's Setting. The music grows slower and the dance l79l 1 ll! also. There comes a tapping at the door. The dancing ceases. Two little pages open the door, and on its threshold stands the mother of Alice and Phyllis. She is very beautiful, tall and fair like Alice, only her hair is piled high on her head under a soft white veil which falls to the hem of her gown. The gown, which is perfectly straight, is very graceful. It is pale lavender and makes one think of violets. Mother Cto Pagesj: Have you seen two little girls? Pages: Two little girls? ' Mother: My children, dear Alice and Phyllis. Alice: Oh! there is our mother. ' Phyllis: Mother. The two children run to their mother who steps into the Palace. They forget all about being Princesses for their mother has come. Alice and Phyllis: Oh, mother, we are so glad to see you again. Phyllis: I had the best time I ever had- Alice: And so did I-we are real Princesses-and here is the King and Queen. King: Present the visitor to the Court, Lady Phyllis. Phyllis and Alice: Your Majesties, King and Queen of Fairy Land, our mother, Lady Hawthorne. All: Hail! Lady Hawthorne. . Phyllis: Oh, mother, here is my Prince. Prince Fairy-Tune bows and kisses the mother's hand. Alice: And mine- Prince Fairy-Step bows and kisses the mother's hand. lllotlzer: I am so glad to meet you both, and King and Queen, I thank you so much for giving my little girls such a happy time. Phyllis and Alice: It's wonderful being Princesses. I illother: Of course it is, but I think it is almost time for us to go home. The children do not whine but they do not want to go. l Alice and Phyllis: Oh, no- Prince Fairy-Tune: Lady Hawthorne, please don't take them home. Our dance has just begun. . Alice and Phyllis: Oh, yes, mother, the Ball- . Prince Fairy-Step: We will dance our prettiest dances for you- And Shake-stick, who is a courtier as well as a jester, comes to the mother and bows. Shake-Stick: May I escort you to the throne? Illother: Thank you. l8U1 She takes his arm and walks to the throne. The music starts again. The mother reaches the throne and sits beside the Queen. .Mathew What enchanting music. It makes me young again. It is like the birds singing in the trees, like the Wind chasing the leaves, and whistling, and the sunlight falling on the palace. King and Queen: It is Fairy music. I The Queen touches her with her wand and her White veil changes into one of shimmering gold. we see that she too is one of the Fairies now. The dance continues. Prince Fairy-Tune and Phyllis, Prince Fairy-Step and Alice, dance a stately measure, after which they make a graceful bow to the King and Queen, the mother, the court and each other. The Heralds play a soft, rich chord and Prince Fairy-Tune starts singing. Prince Fairy-Tune .' Oh, Sunlight, who let you in And brought us Princesses dear? l think it the Fairy of Light VVho very much Wanted you here. Oh, Sunlight that shines on our Palace, Shine always for Phyllis and Alice. Court takes up the song. Court .' Hail! Princes so gay, and ladies so sweet. In this Palace of Light, do happy hearts meet. In the light of the sun in our fairy-like Weather, Stay young, happy hearts, and be Fairies forever. b H The curtains close and in the distance we hear the tolling of the evening e s. ' THE END TROUBLES I Will tell you how .lip once got into mischief. Jip went to the room of his mistress to see What he could find. First he disabled a pair of shoes. Then he found a feathered hat which he thought was a bird. While he was playing With the hat, he ran in front of a mirror. He saw another dog! Every time he moved the other dog moved too. ,lip did not like the idea of another dog in his mistress's room. He growled and barked for some time. At last he ran to bite the stranger. With a yelp he bumped his head on the looking-glass. And then he discovered that the strange dog was only himself. How foolish he felt! Q BETSY MCCRACKEN, Grade Five I Sl l THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS One Christmas Eve an old beggar wandered through the streets, going from house to house. He went first to the richer quarter of the city. When he rapped at a door a servant came, and he said, Merry Christmas, would you let me rest and give me food ?', The servant said, Go away from here! We have no beggars here. The old man turned sadly away. He received the same greeting in' all the other places until he reached the poorer quarter ofthe city. He rapped at the door of the poorest house in the city. A kind young lady came and he said, Merry Christmas, would you let me rest and give me food F The lady answered, We are very poor, but I will give you the best we havef, After he had eaten the lady put a small candle in the window, and then went to sleep. In the morning the old man was nowhere to be seen, but on the door step they found a basket containing a Christmas dinner, toys, and clothes. The card was signed The Spirit of Christmas. The Spirit of Christmas always rewards those who are kind. ELIZABETH COMPTON QUAYLE, Grade Six THE FLAG Red, White, and Blue-always true That's our flag so fine, I will always love you Because I know you're mine. JEAN INGALLS, Grade Three A LITTLE BOY A little boy lived with his Mother. One day his Mother sent him to get a pail of water. But Jack filled the pail with sand. And then he went home. When he got home his Mother gave him a spanking, and then sent him to get some water. And this time he brought some water. His Mother gave him some water to water the garden. He does not like to water the garden. His Mother told' him to do this because he did not like to. ANN WEATHERHEAD, Grade Two lS2l THE ADVENTURES OF A VALENTINE Once I was a valentine. A little girl made me. She sent me through the mail to another little girl. Guess what happened in the mail? The postman dropped me. A little girl was behind him and picked me up. She took me to her home, and opened me. What a pretty valentine, said she. I forgot to tell you that she was a pretty little girl. The next day her maid said she was going to burn me up. That made the little girl unhappy so she hid me in a drawer where the maid could not find me. I am very lonely but it is very much better than being burned up. ELIZABETH SMITH, Grade Three One frosty morning in December a new little girl came to our school. Her name was Susie Smith. She had just moved to our town from Maine. She had two little braids that danced up and down when she ran, and a round, good-natured, freckled face. The day she came she wore a blue gingham dress that had deep pockets, into which her chubby hands always found their way. She was a cheerful little soul and seemed to brighten our school- room like a ray of sunshine. ELSIE BARNHART, Grade Five Old Molly is a friend of mine. She loves the pastures where sweet grass grows. She has a little baby. I-Ie jumps and kicks up his heels when I come to the pasture to play. His mother makes a very loud noise. I-Ier baby makes a queer little noise like her. They are very friendly. Molly is brown, spotted with white. Her baby is all brown. Canyou guess who these friends of mine are? ELSIE BARNHART, Grade Five I 83 I Kindergarten Bobbie, aged four, came to kindergarten one morning, happy in the possession of a fine new handkerchief. When he was told to use his handkerchief, he replied in a pained vo-ice, I-Iow can I? It's just new. When First Grade is attained, the kindergarten becomes a place open only to those who are not old', Csix yearsj and who do not have such serious aims in life as learning to read and write. One little girl, who had entered First Grade in September, visited kindergarten a little later. When she saw the same teacher who had been there before she was much excited. Why, are you here againll' she exclaimed. W'hen she found that such was the case, she said pityingly, Well, just as soon as I learn to read and write, I'm going to teach you, so you will be able to go into the First Grade next yearf' During the celebration of a birthday, the question of ages arose. Finally one of the children asked Miss G. how old she was. The guessing that ensued ranged from three to one hundred ten. Finally one child, with great finality, declared, I know, you,re sixty-sevenf' g Why sixty-seven? asked Miss G. Because you have hair just like my grandmother's and she is sixty-sevenf' . I I That settled the question definitely. After hearing the King Arthur stories, Charles, five years old, was working with some others to build a castle from blocks. Growing very weary, he exclaimed, Gee, I wish I was a king, then I wouldn,t have to do any work. lS4l A CHRISTMAS MISTAKE BARREL stood all alone on the platform of the railway station in the small town of Bradley, N. Dakota. The snow was deep, and it was very cold for it was the 24th of December. The station agent walked over to the barrel, and after looking at the address on it, smiled to think that someone had remembered the Duncans this year. He thought to himself, I pass their house on my way home, I will just drop it off there tonight. The Duncans with their three little children had only been in this part of the country for three years. They had used all their money in setting out young apple trees, and the years wait- ing for them to bear brought many hardships. This Christmas Eve qMr. and Mrs. Duncan were wishing that Santa Claus might come when a knock was heard at the door. When they opened the door, in rolled the barrel, and the station agent remarked, This must be a Christmas present for you. Mr. Duncan said, This can not be for us, we have no one who would send itf' ' Well, said the station agent, It has your name on it, but the name of the sender cannot be read. No one was happier that Christmas Day than the Duncans. The barrel contained clothing, toys, candy, and a plum pudding. A week later the station agent received a letter tracing a barrel. The letter said that a barrel had been sent by mistake to N. Dakota instead of S. Dakota. He shook his head as he thought of the joy it had brought to the Duncans. What could he do about it F After thinking it over he decided to write to the people who sent the barrel explaining the mistake. He told them all about the Duncan family and their struggle. VVithin a few days the station agent received an answer to his letter, saying that they had sent another barrel to S. Dakota, and that the Duncans would not be forgotten next year. It was all a Christmas mistake but it allowed the station agent to be a real Santa Claus to the Duncans. LoR1-:NE TARR, Grade Five A pupil in the fifth grade was asked to write the name of a poem. She contributed the following: The Star's Bangled Bannerf, I35l Teacher to First Grader: You are improving in your reading. First Grader Qeagerlyj: Fm using this Coue' stuff. I say, 'Every day in every way Fm reading better and better.' One day the children were told to be careful about Wearing rubbers and buttoning up their coats to avoid getting colds, and one child said, I don't Want to get sick because when my brother was sick all he could have for lunch Was-castor oil and milkf' ' Grade One After a careful explanation ofthe Word error, the following was found oh a fourth grade language paper. When I came homepI brought my brother a bow and error. The children were asked to tell the uses of the Windmill and after several had told what the Windmill could do, one child said, My grandmother had a Windmill once that gave milk. First Grader Cfolding up her blanket after her restj: Well, here's where I put 'away my in-'a-dor-bed. Teacher: The children who go for corrective exercises to Miss Eisenbrey may now pass. Second grade child: Do I have to go and extra size F First Grader Qlooking out the Windowjz What is the sky made of ? Teacher: That's just air you see. First Grader: VVell then, what does God sit on FU IS-'Sl A FUNNY MISTAKE , Once my older brother asked my little brother to get a book for him by the name of Scottish Chiefsf, My little brother Went to the top of the stairs and called down to the cook, Will you please give me some cottage cheese ? l JANET MERRYWEATHER, Grade Five VALENTINE Please, please, Mother mine, Be my Valentine. r SUE LOHMILLER, Grade Three l'S7l The Laurel Dorm I If you would the dorm girls know, just read the titles here below. On every maiden keen and bright These songs will shed a little light. Stampie- Stolen Kisses Mary Kahler- Chicago', Gretch- Dancing Fool Connie- I Wanta Daddy Emma- Stumbling Mickey'-'Tm Forever Blowing Bubblesn Puss- Kitten on the Keys Dorothy H.- Homesick Sofie- Oh, What a Pal Was Maryi' Gertie- I Wish I Knew You Really Loved Me Jane Magruder- How Dry I Am Jane Pfann- Sipping Cider Through a Straw Mary Brown- You Tell 'Em Ivories Judy- He Loves Itv Midge- My Fiddle and In Lizzie- Strut, Miss Lizzie Esther- Fm, a Jazz Baby Tade- After the Showerl' Jean G.-- Lady of the Evening N331 Troxel- Weeping Willow Lane Rosie- Tricks Harpie- Daddy Long-Legs Khaki-- Over There , Thelma- Oh, How I Hate to Get Up in the Morning Edith Y.- Freckles Jean Crider- Home Again Bluesl' - Virginia B.- We're Tenting Tonightl' Cwith Lucy May? G Pouf- Daily Dozen Florence- They're All Out of Step But Jimi' Miss Clarke- Ohh, French, F renchy Miss Waldby- The Vampv Miss McConahy- That's Where Our Money Goes Miss Warnock- Dixie s Mrs. Dougherty- Who'll Take My Place When I'm, Gone F Miss Tomlin- Polly, Put the Kettle On Miss Anderson- Say It VVith Music ZVI15. Lyman in house meeting: Girls, I Wish you Wouldn't Wear these flimsy nightgowns W1tl1OLlt sleeves, because you open your Windows and throw out your arms. IB9l uv' an rig X1 sg Q RW 4? 661 Ayig 69. 3, lo' G' if ZZ- ' gg, ff 51,9 f V ,wyw ,WB 5 I ! 69 fi A 1 ' J ' I x ' JG 05 MUSIC EM THE GLEE CLUB Elisabeth Breckenridge, Leader Mr. Arthur Quimby, Director Miss Elna Anderson, Pianist Margaret Allen Mary Alguire Gertrude Anderson Betty Baker Helen Bigalow Mary Bliss Margery Blyth Mary Brown Josephine Burke Virginia Burt Audrey Calvert Frances Cashman Elizabeth Chisholm Jean Crider Hortense Davis Antoinette Dodge Dorothy Haas Sarah Hawley Marie Hays Betty Hodell Doris Jackson Alice Judson Margaret Kaltenbach Catharine Kelly D Katharine Litchfield Nadine Morley Q Elizabeth Moss Marian McDonald Madeline Nellis Alice Louise Porter Martha Sawyer L J Eleanor Tame ' Kathryn Thompson Elisabeth Trinkner Barbara Venning Ruth Dudley Wick Estelle Yost ORCHESTRA Miss Dorothy Mason, Director VIOLINS Thalia Fuller Margaret Hale Helen Kahle Mildred Kelley HARPS Jean Culbertson Lois Fuller CELLO Molly Lower Flora Pope Louise Rorimer Kaatje Vliet Elizabeth McKinney Laura Smith Q A Ruth Forster PIANO Mary Judkins l93l mg l CHOIR Mary Bliss, Leader Catharine Kelly Nadine Morley Elizabeth Moss Elisabeth'Breckenridge Madeline Nellis Margaret Kaltenbach Alice Louise Porter Barbara Venning . Ruth Dudley Wick Estelle Yost Betty Baker Helen Bigalow Margery Blyth Josephine Burke Antoinette Dodge Sarah Hawley Alice Judson We wish to express our appreciation of the visits of Mr. Mannes, Mr. Surette, and Mr. Weyman. . Although an appointment with Mr. Mannes produces a state of helpless terror, his criticisms are more to be desired than gold-yea, than much fine gold, and we look forward to his coming with great eagerness. At various times throughout the year, both Mr. Surette and Mr. Weyman have given talks on the Qld Masters which We enjoyed greatly. A lesson with Mr. VVeyman results in far more than mere musical instruction, for the discussion that invariably follows the rendering of one,s piece leads one far afield on a veritable Cook's Tour, and one departs with a feeling of understanding of Music and Musicians. ' A Mr. Quimby, from the Art Museumg has been kind enough, during Miss Sanders's leave of absence, to direct the Chorus and the Glee Club. The Glee Club takes this opportunity of thanking him for his patience and enthusiasm. - l95l . 3 - Agkx - . I 41 l THE CRICKET VON THE HEARTHH A FAIRY TALE OF HOME BY CHARLES DICKENS PRESENTED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF LAUREL SCHOOL John Perrybingle Tackleton . Caleb Plummer The Stranger . Porter . . Old Dot . Mrs. Dot . Mrs. Fielding . May Fielding Tillie Sowboy . Bertha . . Dot . . . FEBRUARY SEVENTEENTH 1923 PERSONS IN THE PLAY: The Neighbors - . Mary Warner Jane Shurmer Martha Sawyer Elizabeth Cross Margaret Cramer . Jane Pfann Lucile Nichols Mary McConnell Katherine Day Edith Yeomans Elisabeth Breckenridge . Constance Coleman Elizabeth Baker Hortense Davis Katharine Litchfield Margaret Allen Alice Louise Porter Barbara nVenning Estelle Yost Jean Crider CHIRP THE FIRST The Perrybingle Cottage. Dusk. CHIRP THE SECOND The Abode of Caleb Plummer. A few days later. CHIRP THE THIRD The Perrybingle Cottage. Morning of the following day. The musical accompaniment was played by the Laurel School Orchestra. The music was arranged and directed by Miss Dorothy Mason. l99l I SHE STOOPS TO CONQUERU ' A COMEDY WRITTEN BY OLIVER GOLDSMITH PRESENTED BY THE SENIOR CLASS OF LAUREL SCHOOL A FEBRUARY SLXTEENTH 1923 PERSONS IN THE PLAY: Sir Charles Marlow . Young Marlow . Hardcastle . Hastings . . Tony Lumpkin . Diggory . Landlord . Slang . Aminadab . Tom Twist . Muggins . Jeremy . . . Rodger . . . Mrs. Hardcastle . Miss Hardcastle . Miss Neville e. . Maid .... Act 1 Scene 1. Mr. Hardcastle's House. Scene 2. An Ale House. Mr. Hardcastleis House. The Same. The Same. Act 2 Act 3 Act 4 Act 5 Scene 1. The Back of the Garden. Night. Scene 2. Mr. Hardcastle's House. E ' Elizabeth Erackleton . Marjorie Jones . Martha Waugh . Louise Harpham . Audrey Calvert Kathryn Thompson e . Mary Brown . Beatrice Pease Elizabeth Mclntyre . Mildred Tozer Mary Louise Murray . Marjorie Weddell . Harriet Clarke . Ethel Blinn . Mildred Kelley . Madeline Nellis Antoinette Dodge The plays were directed by Miss Jane Douglas Crawford, assisted by Miss Dorothea Thomas. The furniture and properties were lent by The Rorimer-Brooks CO. The costumes were made at the school and were copied from the pictures by Hugh Thompson. IIUII Ati X 3 Q 1, , . :gf . Y L E 5 Q THE ATHLETIC BOARD- Harriet Clarke, Preszdent Elizabeth Junge, Secretary and Tremvurer Betty Baker Elizabeth McLaughlin Elisabeth Breckenridge Eleanor Tame Madeline Nellis Ruth Forster Margery Blyth Louise Pope Edith ludson Kaatje Vliet ' i Margaret Breckenridge I H15 I f T BASKET-BALL TEAMS SENIORS FIRST TEAM Harriet Clarke, C aptairt Forwards Harriet Clarke Jane Shurmer C enters Betty Baker Jane Pfann Guards Elizabeth Cross Madeline Nellis Substitutes Lucile Nichols Martha Sawyer Martha Waugh b Harriet Clarke, .Manager I 106 I BAS KET-BALL TEAMS JUNIORS FIRST TEAM Frances Cashman, Captain Forwards Guards Flora Pope Frances Cashman Ann Steinwedell Elisabeth Trinkner Centers Substitutes Edith Judson Margery Blyth Elizabeth ,lunge Ruth Casto Elizabeth Junge, Manager I 107 1 BAS KET-BALL TEAMS SOPHOMORES r Anne Belle Wickham, Captain Forwards Margaret Breckenridge Rachel Coburn Centers Eleanor Tame Anne Belle Wickham Guards Eleanor Morgan Helen Kahle Subslitutes Helen Ingersoll Mary Judkins Elizabeth Parmely Margaret Breckenridge, Manager f los 1 BAS KET-BALL TEAMS FRESHMEN FIRST TEAM Ruth Forster, Captain Forwards Anna Frances Gloyd Louise Pope Centers Ruth Forster Kaatje Vliet Guards ' Ruth Cross Anna Katherine Harrison Substitutes Jean Drysdale Anne Ingalls Sarah Pope SECOND TEAM Marian Shepherd, Captain Forwards Shirley Hatch Jean White Centers Lois Fuller Marian Shepherd Il091 Guards Mary Foote Elizabeth McKinney Substitutes Mary Garden Catherine Morrison Mary Webster ' 1 13 HE basket-ball teams of the Senior, Junior, and Sopho- more classes were announced on Tuesday, December the fifth, amid much cheering and singing. The opening game of the season was played between the Juniors and Sopho- mores and was a decisive victory for the Juniors, the score, 47-5. The victors, in their jaunty costumes of blue and white, won by superior team work, although the sophomores, lacking two of their star players, were urged on by their dauntless captain to put up a good fight. ' I On Friday, December the eighth, the annual battle between the classes of '23 and '24 took place. It was the closest and most exciting game ever played at Laurel. The perfectly matched teams fought with the win or die spirit which brought frequent howls of joy and admiration from the loyal spectators. Although Edith Judson, Junior jumping centre, was taken out in the last five minutes of the game for technical fouls Elizabeth Junge, side centre, was able to take- her place and with admirable help from Margery Blyth, sub side centre, brought the game to a tie, 25-25, when the final whistle blew. Captains Clarke and Cashman, unable to stand the suspense of a tie, agreed to play five more minutes to decide the game. Urged on by their desperate classmates the Junior team fought for a hard-earned victory, 29-27. Then pande- monium brokeloose. The joyful Juniors and the sportsman-like Seniors joined in loud cheers for both teams. Unfortunately, Betty Baker fell and pulled a tendon in her leg during the last five minutes of the game. Much praise is due to Betty for her fine playing and good sportsmanship, the loss of her at the decisive moment was surely hard luck for her team. But it was a great game, and all are agreed that the Seniors played splendidly-so did the Juniors. On Monday, December the eleventh, the Sophomores played the Seniors. The Sophomores put up the best game they have ever played and gave their opponents a good scare. At the end of the first half and even after the third quarter the Sophomores were ahead. In the last quarter, however, sad to say for them, the Seniors, who lacked three of their team, suddenly made a swift onslaught and won by a score of 34-19. It was a fine comeback for the Seniors and a heartbreaking disappointment to the Sopho- mores to lose a chance for the cup in the last seven minutes. On the next day, Tuesday, December the twelfth, the triumphant though battered Seniors fought in the final game with the Juniors. I lll0l r L+ The Juniors, with their ever present do or die'f spirit, literally overwhelmed the Seniors in a SO to 10 victory. The reason for this surprising and unexpected outcome was that the Seniors were playing without their two centres, jane Pfann and Betty Baker. Tlieir substitutes, however, put up a good fight although they could not defeat the Juniors in the final contest for the cup. Our Champion Sport I I Ill l X 1 1 Q, Tx H I E :4 E . 2 . vi If . Q If L AUlfOGRAP1Q6!i U j 5 !. , ' ' Xgf ' ia XZ, N by q 0? 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