Lick Wilmerding High School - Commencement Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 46 of the 1927 volume:

' ' ' ,., .. . .-e1 'L-'zPf,iw-'2'f11z3A'Y1F5'tFa1-Zvzr- 1':f L' 1-. IFN! 4 '134.'7m' vi-I-:Eva '-' V -r -N I . T' ' .. K 1 N 3 i QQ QQ w e KN ffl EQ Q .Q m a 1-i t! 5 ' IM st! LfWfL LIFE JUNE f 1927 SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA VOLUME XIII vs NUMBER 1 PUBLISHED SEMI-ANNUALLY BY THE STUDENTS OF THE LICK . WILIVIERDING 8: LUX SCHOOLS .5 EXCHANGE ADDRESS .29 L 'W 'L LIFE: 16TH :Sr UTAH STS. SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA Subscription 51.50 per annum. Single Copies 75 Cents. Entered as second class matter November 6, 1915, at the Postoffice in San Francisco, under the Act of Congress of March 3, 1897. Bvhiratinn mr hrhirutr nur hunk tn th: hilln null nallryn nf Qlalifnrnin-agmhnl nf hm' atrrngth sinh rnhuranre rhallmgr anh inspiration tn hm' gnutly. as fog, ,9s'fr5 a1s'fc5 an fog, awfrg, gwm was fn bak S2 Q20 Edo K wx W ss W sw M sw ' ' as ' VV VY VY VY Wv YY X 5 , fx K , 0 A C, 5 1:4519 9a,,5eS' iv 503195, 56' 9:4503 9mm la: so C O N T E N T S The Founding of the Lick Schoolmli Faculties . I . . . . 5 The LfWfL Alumni Association 6 Seniors ..... 7 Stories . . 15 School Life . 31 Sports . . 55 Banter . . 71 Autographs . 7Q L1W1L LIFE June, 1927 The Founding of the Lick School This is the first of a series of articles that will appear in successive issues of the Life, reviewing historical events and setting forth some heretofore unpublished information re- garding the founding of the Lick and Wilmerding and Lux Schools. Not only should these narratives be of interest to students and graduates of the schools, but they will also be the means of getting into permanent, printed form important information that has come to my knowledge during the thirty years since the supervision of the Lick School was entrusted . to me and private correspondence that has been placed in my hands from time to time by early trustees of the schools and others, now deceased. On September 21, 1875, james Lick executed his now famous deed of trust by which he conveyed to certain trustees a large amount of property for various pur- poses of public benefit, of which the California School of Mechanical Arts was one. The clause with reference to the school prescribed the name for it and its character, named as its first trustees Dr. J. B. D. Stillman, Horace Davis, A. S. Hallidie, John Oscar Eldridge, John O. Earl and Hon. Lorenzo Sawyer, and required them to organize as a corporation. This board of trustees was for the school only and was entirely apart from the trustees to whom the settlement of James Lick's estate was entrusted. The execution of that portion relating to the schools was delayed by prolonged litigation, to determine whether the school should receive interest on its endow- ment from the time when the estate had money with which to pay it. The case was appealed to the supreme court several times, and was finally decided adversely to the school. The school was forced to accept the sum of S540,000, as provided in the deed of trust, and the residuary legatees-the California Academy of Sciences and the Society of California Pioneers -- received the interest on that amount for a period of about fifteen years. For these reasons it was not until January 3, 1895, that the buildings were completed and the school established. Meanwhile the old constitution of California was replaced by a new one, in 1879, and under the new constitution the trustees of the school found it necessary to abandon the proceedings for incorporating the school, which they had formulated soon after Mr. Lick's death, and make a fresh start. Some of the correspondence between the individual trustees in connection with this re-incorporation of the school is now in our possession, and included in it is a letter revealing the name of the person who suggested to James Lick the idea of founding a school of mechanical arts. This letter will be printed in the next article of this series. l:Page 41 fune, 1927 L1W1L LIFE Faculties GEORGE A. MERRILL, B. S ......... ..................... LICK BRUNO HEYMANN, M. E., DEAN ...................... CLARA BOEKE, Ph. B., M. A ......... STELLA BOULVVARE, A. B ............ RALPH H. BRITTON, A. B .......... PAUL N. CHENOWETH ............. GRACE MENG, A. B ...................... SIDNEY A. TIBBETTS, B. S ................ ANETTA WANSCH, A. B., M. A ........ AIDA B. PATTERSON ..................................................... VVILMERDING ARTHUR H. FRENCH, B. S., DEAN ................ .......... E. R. BOOKER, A. ........... . LESTER S. HOLMES ............................. FRED H. MIGHALL ......... ........Director Mechanical Drawing .....English and Latin ...Freehand Drawing ....................Physics ...........Machine Shop .....English ana' Latin ...............Cheniistry ............Algebra .......Recorder .........General Science ................Geometry ........Cabinet lllaking .................Stonework F. E. PEIFER ............... ........................ ........ . 4 uto Mechanics GEORGE F. WOOD .............................................................. ........................... P lumbing EVELYN M. WOODLAND, B. L., M. L ................................. ........ H istory and English HAROLD N, WRIGHT ........................... .... .......... ............ E l ectrical Work GLADYS F.. BUCK ....... .......... .................. .............. R e c order ' LUX THERESA M. QTTO, B. L., DEAN .......................................................................... English ALMA BOEKE, Ph. B ....................... English, Typing, Store Accounts and Economics MILDRED N. CARROLL ...................................................................... Health and Hygiene ALTA M. CLARK, B. S ................... ........ .......... S c ience and Mathematics MARY L. CRITTENDEN .............................. ............................... D ressmaking VIVIAN M. ELLSWORTH, A. B., M. A ............ ................................................. C hernistry CLARA L. FASSETT .................. Interior Decorating and Furnishing, Commercial Art MARY A. FRASER, A. B ..................... C o-ordinator, lklerchandising and Salesrnanship MARY ELEANOR HUGHES ................................................ Drawing and Commercial Art AMY ISABEL ARMITSTEAD, B. S ........................................................................... Cooking ELEANOR J. JONES ....................... ........ S' owing, Costume Design AUDREY V. MIGUEL .................... ............................... A lillinery EVELYN M. SINCLAIR, B. A .......... ......................................... E nglish GERTA L. WOODRUFF ................... ......... I nstitutional lltfanagernent MARTHA G. WICKERSHAM ........ ... ..........,.................... Recorder fPage 51 L LIFE June, 1927 The LWL Alumni Association GEORGE F. CARNEY, President NVelcome to the Lick-Vlfilmerding-Lux Alumni, mem- bers of the graduating class of l927J! The association is both proud and glad to receive you as mem-bers, andlwe sincerely hope that you will support the activities of the Alumni as well as you have supported your school and class activities during the last four years. VV hen the long awaited graduation day arrives, it brings with it as much sorrow as it does joy. The school friends and associates that have been meeting almost daily for four years are suddenly separated and scattered along the many paths of life. There is only one connecting link between their school life and later life, and that is the Alumni Association, whose board of directors is always striving to plan events that will carry on the old school spirit and bring together the graduates of the various years. The association has been very active in social life since the first of the year. In February, a Valentine dance was held at the Sorosis Club. The hall was artistically decorated in keeping with the day, and all who attended the dance enjoyed it very much. On March 17, at the same hall, a one-act play, Flowers for Flossie , was presented by members of the Alumniq lt was very well received. A dance followed the play. During the evening St. Patrick's hats and balloons were distributed among the dancers. Some of the hats were extremely becoming, I can assure you. Un May l we fared forth into the green fields. We held an auto picnic at Searsville Lake, one of the prettiest auto parks on the Peninsula. While the older members enjoyed the beautiful scenery, the youngsters UD enjoyed a baseball game. l wonder how many sore muscles and stiff joints there were next day? On May 20, at the California Club Hall, we held our annual business meeting and initiation. On this eventful evening the members of the 19271 class became full-fledged members of the LWL Alumni Association. The activities of the Alumni have been not only along social lines. Qnce a month a member of the association addresses the seniors of Lick and Wilmerding on some su-bject that is particularly interesting to these students. For the first time in the history of the LVVL Alumni Association, the board of directors has decided to confer on a member of the graduating class a scholar- ship award. lt is to be ini the form of a ring, bearing the Alumni emblem. This award will be presented each year by the Alumni to the student having the highest academic record at the time of graduation. After having served as president of the Alumni Association for two years, l now go out of office. To my successor I offer my best wishes for a successful term. If he receives as much assistance from the board of directors and from the members of the association as l did, I know his tasks will be lightened and will be a source of delight to him. fPage 61 LYXYVYL LIFE Jung, GRACE HAUPTLI RANDALL TEMBY LOIS DETJEN PETER SANTINA THEODORE DANIEL ANNA SAMBRATLO ALFRED RODGERS CLARA HOADLEY HARRY CRONIN DOROTHY NOCE Q Page S June, 1922 Ljwjli LIFE JULA SAMUELY VVALTER VYICCK LILLIAN IIEINRICIIS CAIVII-IRON IXIC KAY RAYMOND SHAPRO 'FRANCES LEVYIS NATIIANIEL VVEST JULIA CARLSON ELMO COPE HELEN NORTON fPagc 91 TAYVVYIJ LIFE f1,mc,1927 LTATII ERI N E MA H AN N ICK FEDELI DOROTHY AUSTIN ROBERT AARON ICVERETT Al'I'I.ETON FLORENCE PETERSEN NORBERT CURRIE I-IVELYN ARATO P H ILI I' DAVER FECIELIA DETTMER Pagc 10 June, 1927 W L1W QL LIFE' BTILDRED VVICKBOM JOHN MC CAULEY CATHERINE FRATESSA EUGENE HAAS BLAIR RIXON ELEANOR METH MAN JACK REID MARIAN SATIIRE FRED SCHREIBER PAULA ARON XVALTER SMITH Page 111 -V , ' 1 EKHLLLIQELLL L, -Wm , 192' CLAIRE COOK M ELBOURNIE HYNON ROSEMOND THORUP OSCAR HARTVVIG FLM!-IR LAMBERT ESTHIQR KI-ILLY THOMAS RASS SARA ADDLEMAN PERRY XVOOD MARTHA SAUER JOHN SMITH f Page 12 fm, B527 R Qi L HELENA BENEKE MORTEN HOCKER NORMA LASTRUCCI ALBERT BORGVVARDT HARRY NICHOLS JUANITA BOLLENBACH JOHN PETERSON LILLIAN MALLON ROY LEU ALICE MATTHEVVS f Page 131 L1W1L LIFE June, 192 Senior Memories While the embers still are glowing And the flame is fading fast, And we're pals all reminiscing, Of the happy four years past, Though the memories are happy We are just a little sad To think so soon of parting From the' jolly times we've had. From the freshman year we started Geared in low for quite a time, And our speed we've slowly gathered Cn the steady uphill climb. VVe were surely frisky freshmen With our studies just begun, We were entertained at parties 'Till we had our fill of fun. Another year rolled by so fast VVe shifted gears once more. Now into second- we became The mighty sophomore. This year is crowned with memories Of hundreds of events. 'Twas now that our class members VVere made club presidents. And also now the banner It is our pride to say, Bore the white and gold inscription, Lux Spirit - 27 J . At Lick our athletes were all strong, Invading first string teams, And interclass championships Were no longer hazy dreams. 'Twas here we shifted into high From merriment and game- A picnic held, debates were won And We hope a little fame. And now that we are seniors VVe wish we could reverse l And turn once more to start At the beginning of the verse. 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Y iLfW1L LIFEWYW , gg C Chnl, 19221- Deep Water I. MCDONALD, 29x. C D OD HARVEY was not exactly afraid of the water, but he was never the 15:4 first to plunge into the tank at Rockliffe High. In fact, the only reason .V- ll G - 'Q V I rg, 39,1 Q? that he swam at all was that his gym course called for it. His father l ' K' 1 wanted him to swim. 35' ii' He was a clean fellow and well liked by his schoolmates. He made good grades in all his studiesg on the field he excelled in football and baseballg and every season found him out for track. Yet in spite of all this, Rod found himself at the end of his seventeenth year unable to conquer his fear of deep water. Perhaps it was because swimming had been forced upon him all his life. Perhaps his unsuspecting father had been the cause when he had taken the three-year-old Rod out into ten feet of water and tried to teach him to swim. 'Perhaps it was developed when, during the war, Rod's uncle, Captain Charles Harvey, had gone down with his ship, locked in his chartroom by doors blocked and jammed with debris resulting from the explosion of a German torpedo inlthe engine-rooms. Rod had lived over in his mind the battle that his uncle must have fought against death. At night sometimes he could almost feel the water rising about him and the lung-bursting pressure slowly crushing out his life. He would become so dizzy that he found himself sweating and gasping for breath. These nightmares were growing less and less frequent, and Rod believed that he was getting over his fear. It was the summer vacation before his senior year that Rod, at his father's wish, shipped on a freighter as an ordinary seaman. XfVhen the trip was first suggested, Rod considered it a joke, but when his father again voiced his desire that his son should love the sea as Captain Harvey had, he agreed to make the voyage. He passed his lifeboat test and was signed on to the Charles C olller, a freighter bound from Seattle to Manila by way of Honolulu. He would be back in time for the beginning of the school term. When he went aboard the Collier, Rod found Captain Yardley to be a member of the modern school of sea captains. He was businesslike and efficient, valuing above all his record for fast trips. On the first night out, Rod thought that he had never known before what home meant. But the next day, after a brief period of loneliness and homesickness, he began to mix with the rest of the crew, with whom he shared the fo'c'sle. He found that they were all experienced seamen, friendly and willing to help him. Rod's hrst task was to scrape and paint an iron pipe railing on the aft deck. The scraping was difficult till he caught the knack of it 3 but with a few words of encouragement and instruction from one of his new friends, he progressed rapidly. Vtlhen he began to paint the railing, it was nearly noon and the sun was very hot. He straightened up to ease his back from the cramped position over the railing, and dropped the brush. Appalled, he saw it land directly upon the august counte- nance of Captain Yardley on the deck below. I: Page 163 CTMHEQZ if T L f wif Lfifi J From that time on, Rod .saw that the Captain kept an eye on him wherever he was working, and was always ready to find the slightest fault in his work. For the first two weeks Rod had trouble with sunburn and blisters, and lost several pounds in weight. Then he began to tang his hands hardened, and he looked forward to every meal. On the return trip, the Charles Collier early encountered advance signs of a storm. All hatches were closed and battened down, and everything movable was secured. The storm broke about one o'clock in the morning, during Rod's watch on deck. The ship's bow was kept straight into the head of the wind by double! steersmen. All hands were warned to be ready for emergencies. VVhen Rod went off duty, he decided to go below and try to sleep for a little while. He passed Captain Yardley, who was taking advantage of a slight and momentary lull to try to get to the vvheelhouse. Part of the wireless antenna broke loose from the mast. Rod tried to cry out a warning, but a piece of the cross-staff struck the captain just behind the ear, and he fell. The ship lurched. A great comber curled over the side and swept everything loose before it. Rod was hurled down on the deck. He clutched frantically at the railing, but was unable to get a hold on it. As the water carried him over the side, he caught aglimpse of the unconscious captain being swept over, too. He struggled toward him. They came together in the trough of a wave and Rod secured a hold on the captain's coat. No one had seen the accident, and every time Rod tried to raise his voice to call for help, he received a gulping mouthful of salt water. The captain was beginning to regain consciousness, and was instinctively struggling against Rod's grasp. For the first time since the comber had washed him overboard, Rod felt fear of what might soon be his fate. The old pictures of his unclels battle against death came to his mind, and he cried out desperately. Captain Yardley threw his arm around Rod's neck and pulled him down. Rod struggled violently against the drowning man's grip and succeeded in freeing him- self from it. He was numb with cold and was becoming dizzy, but he could not let the helpless captain drown on the. chance of saving himself. He trod water ener- getically and tried to locate the ship. I ' Rod was rapidly becoming exhausted, and the extra load that he was sustaining made it all the harder for him to keep up. For a brief instant he remembered the pride that was in his father's face whenever he spoke of Captain Charles Harvey. Rod realized then what it would mean to his father to have a son who could and would fight. With new strength he struck out toward the Charles Collier. Pres- ently he heard a shout. One of the ship's lifeboats was bearing down on him. The nenit thing he knew was a feeling that something hard and gritty was tearing his chest apart. He opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the bottom of the boat, being rubbed and pounded briskly to bring him back to consciousness. Rod, forgetting his pain, smiled and sighed feebly in deep relief. He had fought and conquered his fear of deep water. f Page 171 L1W1L Lim 4' I I .1une,1927I Romancing in San Francisco Book Shops JULA SAMUELY, 271. HE romance of San Francisco is stowed away in little nooks and corners that seem to be entirely out of place. They are dingy little old shops, most often second-hand book stores. These are the little byways that the old authors are so fond of describing. To most of us they contain. a certain Eg g fascination and interest that is lacking in alarge commercial establishment. Many a time I have wandered along upper Market Street and looked in a window filled with books so dusty from long standing that I could hardly read their titles. Inside are long rows of tables piled high with books of all sorts and descriptions. The high Walls are covered with closely placed book shelves. On one wall are some old classics looking as if they had had a very interesting history since they left the office of their printer. Among these are books printed as long ago as eighteen hundred, or even in the latter part of the eighteenth century. Their linger marks and torn pages enhance their value, and the notes scribbled in pencil on their margins by some fond owner are doubly interesting. On the next wall are medical and scientific books. Here also many valuable books may be discovered. t l 'Zn wg f'c2tf9l fm 15 Farther out are other types of stores. In these there are sometimes long tables of lurid mystery stories and age-old sensation. Heading these are books on character reading, horoscopes, and all types of star gazing and fortune telling pamphlets. Almanacs, containing dry statistics, are almost tempting, so old and dusty do they look. In a far corner sits the old proprietor of the shop. He is a gray-headed bookworm himself, and enjoys nothing better than gloating over his treasures from above the rims of his spectacles. I do believe that every time he parts with a book he goes through all the agonies of parting with a favorite child. I noticed, how- ever, that his favorites were not the handsome classics or the valuable scientific books, but those on the table which contains the mystery stories. The second-hand book stores, however, are not the only interesting ones. In a little shop on Sutter Street there is a rare book room. Visitors are invited and are shown the precious volumes. I-Iere are found First editions of Thackeray, Dickens, Scott, Keats, and many famous authors. But the most irresistible of them all is a little shop down on Mission Street. I have often thought it an injustice to humanity that the immortal Dickens is not here to make it live. On the window in worn and scratched letters is Written, Rare Books and Old Violins . The old shopkeeper and his cronies sit on disabled stools and revel in the atmosphere of romance created by the rare books. Old Jim plays a fiddle which he fondly believes to be many hundreds of years old. Another old man, ragged, blue-eyed and dreamy, sits fondling a battered copy of Poems of a Sailor . It is at a time like this that one longs to be a painter, an author, or a poet, that he might immortalize these old characters. Even if you have lived your lifetime in San Francisco, you know nothing of the real heart and soul of the city until you have discovered the romance in these dingy, dusty, charming old book shops. f Page 181 fune,1927 L1W1L LIFE Hamlet Goes to England K. SERKLAND, 27x. STEALTHY hgure rounded a corner of the castle, and, now looking to the rear and now to the side, made its way cautiously and rheumatically to a small side entrance. There, after another hasty glance backward, it turned to go up the stairs. just at that moment a person in Howing robes stepped out of the door and touched the other on the shoulder. VVhy, now, Polonius, said he, what ails thee ? Polonius gulped nervously and pointed to the corner whence he had just come. HI-Ie -- she --they are around that corner, on the end of the battlements, talk- ing, conversing, and holding speech with one another. Let us away before they espy us. That is, let us hie us to some place of more secure refuge. Well, and what is thy haste? demanded the king, for that royal personage indeed it was. I trust that thou has not been eavesdropping again? And from whom, in any case, should the King of Denmark and his faithful courtier flee? From Hamlet, who will wax full wroth if he know I know his business, said Polonius, once more tugging at the king's robe to urge him away. No doubt he will, returned the king. Is what thou knowest of any importi- to us ? Ay, forsooth. I can tell thee that will make thee leap to action like an arblast from a crossbow, like a hare released from a spring, like a drunken man who smelleth free liquor, or anything thou wilt. But first let us seek a more retired spot, for I fear that Hamlet will shortly come this way. At this, the king, who had heretofore been only amused, assumed a half worried expression and turned to go up the stairs with Polonius, without a word. , The next morning Hamlet might have been seen walking through the gardens, with head bowed, thinking deeply. In his hand was a message from the king, informing him thatthe court had decided to send him to England. The reason given was to avoid disturbances. This might be true, thought Hamlet, and then again there might be a deeper motive underlying the plan. For, though it was true that he had killed Polonius, had not Polonius needed killing? VVas it not more likely that the king suspected how much he knew of his father's murder? This appeared a more logical surmise, so Hamlet resolved to twatch carefully for treachery, retraced his steps to the palace, where an escort was waiting to put him aboard the ship. Still in deep thought, he was shown to his cabin. There he remained for the rest of the day. But that evening, knowing that his companions' cabin was next to his, and, that its tenants were on deck, he slipped into their room and removed their commission. When he read it, his doubts were confirmed. The missive ordered the King of England to put him to death. Though he was startled, Hamletys mind worked quickly. He procured writing materials and changed the order to a request for the deaths of his companions. just as he replaced the counterfeited document, a cry of Pirates l rang out along the decks. Seizing a sword, he rushed out to join the battle. As he reached fRage 191 if HLTWYLYLIFE .ug Wi g gg gpg gggggg ,fune,l92Zgi the deck a broadside roared, and a shot went whistling past his head. It carried part of the cabin away. A few minutes later the marauding vessel grappled them, and Hamlet, supposing that there would be a hand-to-hand fight, leaped over the bulwark, sword in hand. His progress was checked when his sword entered a man's chest up to the hilt, and a group of pirates surrounded him and seized him before he could withdraw it. His shipmates, instead of standing by to receive boarders, managed to cast off the grappling hooks and break away. From a little distance, her heavier guns worked havoc with the pirates, who were forced to withdraw. They bore with them Hamlet. Seeing that he was a person of some consequence, the sailors took him to the captain. This one, on learning that he was a Dane, told him that if he were one of the common people he should become a member of the pirate crew, but that if he were a noble he must die. VVhy, sir, what's your conceit in that? said Hamlet. The Danes be good sailors and truef' replied the captain, but 'twias their king who drove me to piracy, and he, or any friend he has, may expect no mercy at my hands. lf you should be shown a plan whereby the king would be killed, and you well rewarded for it, what would you say? demanded Hamlet. The captain contemplated him a moment and replied, If thou knowest such a plan, speak. UThe matter is this, returned Hamlet. Know you that I am nephew to the king, and that he has done me a grievous wrong. If thou returnest me to the shores of Denmark, and permittest word to be sent to a good and trusty friend, thou shalt receive an ample ransomg and I, in my turn, will guarantee to set the king's soul at liberty to begin its course through perditionf' Thou soundest more like a pirate than a prince, said the captain. XVander we to safer quarters, where we may plot the furtherance of thy plan. So saying, they disappeared below, and from the captain's cabin came forth sounds of deep thinking all night long. Consolation J. SAMUELY, 271. The sweetest of blossoms that bloom in the spring Were the tiniest buds that were least promising. The vine that was heaviest under the snows Is the one that now offers the creamiest rose. The tiny bird dropped from his nest on the wing Is the one whose sweet songs the wind ecstasies bring. Then, too, the drab bark on the old rugged tree Is the one whose heart harbors a sweet melody. There's life to the north windg there's snap in the mistg A downpour or showers make rainbows exist No matter through what cloud the sun may be shining, It's the same sweet old story --that bright silver lining. I Page 20 I 1 fMl'I6f,YIgZYnm-wb My gr if viL1W1L LIYEE In the Last Minutes of Play WENDELA HAXVKINS, ZSJ. 65,1 X69 F anybody asks you, tell 'em you don't know - hurnmed Peter Murdock fre il. disconsolately, and sat down on the floor of the gym. The rest of the squad followed his example. I hesitated, watching Coach Jennings. His lu ,Q face was troubled, and he tapped one foot restlessly while he scribbled midwife pothooks in a little black notebook. For eight years Hammond College had held the state championship. Twice we had won the permanent ownership of one of the tall, slender, engraved cups. This year we were in line for a third -but the first practice game was just over, and not a member of the squad had showed up more than fairly. Most of us hadn't done even that. And our winning this year was important to Hammond. One of the alumni had promised a big swimming-pool when the trophy shelf should show five cups won without any strings to them since his graduation. We had now one for football, one for track, and two for basketball. Coach Jennings turned to the squad and cleared his throat. I knew what he was going to say, for he had discussed it with me that afternoon while the others were warming up. The wall telephone rang before he could begin. He answered it, listened for a minute, spoke briefly, and hung up again. I'll be gone a few minutes, he announced briefly. Heath, you know what I was going to say to them, say it. The door closed. Boys, you all know how poorly you played todayf' I began. Honestly, it was terrible! Of course, we can't expect much this early in the season, but we can expect something, especially from those who were on the squad last year. Now, what about it? Are we going to fall down in front of the whole school when they're expecting us to win that pool for them? We aren't as good as we were last year, and the other schools are better than they were. That means that winning will be a lot harder. So we can't afford to have a single man break training. You all know the training rules. If there's any one who doesn't think that he can keep them every minute of every day of the season, let him say so now and get out! No one said anything. I looked them over. Perhaps you don't know your own faults, I went on. You, Horton, are too slow to dribble. Schirmer, when you shoot a basket don't stop to think about it after the ball leaves your hands. Chesterton, you don't guard high enough. Lee, you're afraid of the ball. Same thing -holds true for you, Colman. I knew the faults of every one of them. They squirmed, but they knew that I knew what I was talking about, and that I was as well acquainted with my own faults as I was with theirs. V The squad responded better than I could have hoped, but no really fine players developed. We were just a mediocre team that was determined to win. And the practice season ended, and the interscholastic schedule began. We won our first game easily. They were a weak team from a small school. The fPage 21 1 IERJWL LIFE -fune,19E-771 final selection of our first team was not made until after that game, which shows how little we thought of them. I was elected captain. The honor did not thrill me much. I knew how much work went with it. A captain has to keep his team fighting mad and full of pep 3 he plays and roots at the same time, and he takes the blame whenever there is any. The game with Midland, which we played next, was a close one. From the first whistle to the last long blast just as the deciding goal trickled through the basket, it was exciting. The Murdock brothers showed their stuff well. I managed to score a good deal, and was lucky enough to be responsible for the winning goal. I'm not very quick on my feet, but I have a very straight eye, and I can generally sink a goal two chances in three. That's my strong point. Harry Cooper dropped into the locker-room as we were dressing, asked for the score, and explained that he had just come from the Sewell-Kenton game. Oh, that's why you weren't leading the rooters today? But what were you doing there? I asked. There's a very strong sentiment against scouting Escorting my girl, who's a Kenton co-ed, he explained. Say, Sewell has the most wonderful center I ever saw. His name's Marshall. I-Ie's a peach I I groaned. f'He's a mighty clean player, too, went on Cooper. 'fOne of their guards and several of the subs are dirty players of the worst sort. They fouled over and over, and as often as not the referee didn't see. Marshall didn't like it, and bawled them out when he could. Gee, I'd like to play against him ! I-Ie sighed. Cooper hurt his knee a year ago and it's still stiff, but before that he was a star player. He knows more about basketball than any one else in the state, I think. I talked to the team about what Cooper had told me. You've got to play clean, I cautioned. It,s easier to win clean, and it's better for the school. Marshall, of Sewell, is a wonderful player and a clean player. VVe aren't wonderful, but we can be square. We played Lincoln and won by a narrow margin. Then we came in ahead of Kenton and Oakwood, and won from juvenal by three points. The Sewell game was our last scheduled one, and if we won or even tied it we'd be eligible for the finals. 4. They held a big rally for us at Hammond, the day before the Sewell game. The team sat up in front and listened to the speeches. I had to get up and orate too. It was worse than being bawled out by the coach. The game was at Sewell. There were about a million rooters on the train, hang- ing out of every car-window. We had a car to ourselves, with just a few student- body officers wandering in and out, and it had bunting draped all over the outside. The dining room at the Sewell Hotel, where we lunched land not on very much either, for the game was called for two o'clockj was packed with Hammond sup- porters, waving yellow banners. There was a lot of noise. Arthur Murdock began to be hysterical about half an hour after lunch, and Peter and I had to walk him up and down and soothe him untilit was time to dress. That soothed our own nerves, too, for some reason. There must have been six thousand people at the game. The place -it was a lj Page 22 if - - LiW'L L152 big indoor court near the football stadium -- was jammed so full that the hot-dog and peanut men had to step over people sitting in theaisles. They cheered us as we came out. Harry Cooper was leading. Then they began to sing one of the school songs while we warmed up. I amused myself trying to shoot goals in time to the music. I wasn't very successful. Then Sewell cheered l1er team, especially Marshall. I heard that he had been shifted to guard after the first two games, and that he played even better there than he had at center. The subs left the Floor and we took our positions. The referee's whistle blew, and the ball went up. A Marshall was guarding me. He was wonderful. It was almost impossible for me to get close to the basket. However, he was disturbed by two men on his team. They were evidently the ones Cooper had mentioned. Schirnter, our other forward, was having a terrible time with his guard, who was a very clever fouler. Play square, can't you P ordered Marshall in a sharp whisper as he passed the guard. He had to repeat the caution several times, and it worried him. Our guards were not much good. That meant that we must put all our attention on scoring more than Sewell could. With Marshall guarding me, that was work, but it was wonderful work. Any one could enjoy playing against him. We made sixteen points in the first half, and Sewell made eighteen. Almost no subs had been put in, but we had to let Schirmer and Arthur Murdock rest after the half. Hewett and Conway replaced them, but Hewett didn't stay in long. After four or five minutes he slipped-but I know the Sewell center had some- thing to do with it l-and had to be helped off the court. Urquhart guarded the chief Sewell scorer after that. Marshall was playing queerly as the third quarter ended. I couldn't make it out, and it puzzled me as we changed places. After I began to understand, I ad- mired him more than ever. I-Ie was trying to prevent other injuries caused by the foul players on his own team-and they were fast players, too-and guard me at the same time. The score was even at twenty-one to twenty-one. Marshall was all over the place. He was guarding both Conway and me, and elbowing out the other Sewell guard as much as he could. His face was very pale, and the strain seemed to be trying him. He had been going at a tremendous pace, and still was. I hadn't kept track of the time, of course. I was too busy for that. But some one shouted, A minute and a half to go! Keep it up, boysf, Sewell scored again. It was a pretty play, too. Marshall took almost no part in it. His breath was com- ing in short gasps. I did not notice that especially, for all of us were short-winded enough by that time. Peter Murdock flipped the ball to me when it went up again. I passed it under Marshall's guard to Conway. Thirty seconds to play l Conway knew his limitations. He dared not try for the basket unless he could get in closer, which would be a very lo11g chance. He passed back again. The Sewell center caught the ball and threw it to the other end of the court-a nice shot-but Peter Murdock was in like a Hash of lightning to catch it and race back. fl'age 231 M L1W1L LIFE gm? f Wg June, 1927 it Fifteen seconds ! Conway had the ball and was going to make a desperate' shot, but I signalled him to let me have it. I fumbled the catch, but recovered. There was just time for a long, careful throw to basket. I tensednmyself--and shot. Marshall was away from me before the ball left my hands. Then he turned and sprang toward the other Sewell center. Conway went down, but Marshall was in time to throw the Sewell man back and break the fall. Then he crumpled. I caught him, though the sudden weight brought me to my knees. The Sewell center raced past me to beat Peter Murdock to the ball, but both of them were too late. The game was over. ' y There was a m0ment's silence. Conway got to his feet dizzily. I stood up, pulling Marshall to his feet too. Conway ran out, tossed me his megaphone, and put his arm around Ma1'shall's waist. Come on! I called to the crowd, Hammond and Sewell supporters alike. Give the biggest nine you've got for Marshall, and make it long and loud ! They gave it almost without leading, for most of them had seenwhat I had seen-that he had used his last strength to save Conway from a very nasty fall, and then gone down himself in a faint. VVe helped him off the court, Cooper and I. A wave of rooters poured down from the benches, but we would not let them take him. We were proud of having played against him. I think that not a Hammond supporter would have wished to win from such an opponent, and I at least was glad and grateful when I glanced up at the scoreboard and saw that the score was tied at twenty-three. Inspiration JULA SAMUELY, 271. In the darkness of the pine-tree There's a touch of ecstasy, In the throat of robin red-breast . Therefs a haunting melody. In the heart of misty mountains I There's a lovely mellowed sheen That plays upon your heartstrings Like a sweet face in a dream. There is something in a handclasp, In a smile from sunshine's lips, In the scarlet glow on waters On the sunburnt sails of ships. In the fastness of the forest There's the spark of life - a thrill - I cannot quite describe it - Inspiration - what you Will. I Page Z4 1 f1me,1927 ,W I., I, -II ,..l1MfglfiIi, A Tale of the Sea B. GRILLo, ZSJ gat. Y name is Thomas Dawson. My Viking ancestry has probably been the cause of my sailor's life. Ever since I was a little curly towhead boy of eight or nine the sea has attracted me. When I was only fourteen I shipped on the brig Frederick as a cabin boy and ever since then 111y life has been spent on the sea. The last ship I sailed on went down in a hurricane off the Bermudas, so I of new seal beaches. signed up with the crew of the good ship Flavia, bound for the Antarctic in search After putting out to sea, everything went well until we sighted the southern icebergs standing out coldly white and mysterious. It was the third night the crash came. I was awakened out of a sound sleep by the cries, She's sinking I I leaped from my bunk and rushed on deck. All was confusion! The hoarse shouts of fear-maddened men rose above the uproar of the crashing timbers. Because of my long acquaintance with the sea, I knew about how long it would take to lower the boatsg so, hastily dressing in the warmest woolen clothes I could find, I got on deck in time to jump into the last boat leaving the ship. The ship sank almost immediately after our desertion. In the hurry and rush to get out of reach of the encircling eddies caused by the sinking schooner, we lost sight of all the other boats in the overhanging haze. This did not cause us any immediate worry as each boat had independent supplies. The rations in our boat were made up of two or three hundred pounds of pork and several kegs of water, with the usual supply of ship biscuits. This seemed plenty, but, considering that we were out of the beaten paths of ships, it didn't look so large after the first few days. The fifth day the young cabin boy died. VVe cast the body overboard. After 1l1at the weaker men failed rapidly. I had a very strong constitution but I was also better protected than the other men in the matter of clothing. Finally there were only five of us left, the others having died from cold and exposure. It was then that Hanson, the burly second-mate, began to growl over the divi- sion of the supplies. The captain, johnson, the ship's doctor, Warbuck, and my- self ranged ourselves at one end of the boat with the supplies while Hanson and his fellow mutineers went to the other. They rushed us intending to get at the provisions but we easily overpowered them, knocking them overboard. After drifting around for almost three weeks, we finally saw a small island. The sea was so rough that we feared to attempt a landing, but it was certain death to stay in the boat, our water and meat having given out two days before. At last we came to the conclusion that we would try to reach shore. I was at the oars as I had shown the least sign of fatigue. WVe headed straight for the surf when a mammoth wave came from behind and overturned the boat. I instinctively kept hold of the oar, for which I am thankful for, as without it I could never have reached the shore. My first thought was for my late companions but I never saw them again. My first concern was the nature of the island I had so happily and fortunately f Page 25 Il - I-- if 1927 landed upon. A short expedition showed it to be utterly barren. I did find a dead fish that served me as food fora few days. I was greatly chagrined to find there were no fresh water springs, only a few stagnant pools of water were left from the last rains. Not knowing how long I might be forced to remain there, I immediately set about building a pool to catch and hold water during the next rain. I scarcely had the site marked out whenldarkness overtook me, so I was forced to discontinue my work until the next day. That night was a miserable one. I slept in a little hole under a large rock. It was damp and cold. The following morning I decided that I would improve my lodging at the first opportunityfbut my water supply came first. Later, while I was working on my little reservoir, I saw a band of seals on the near end of the island. I grabbed my faithful oar and ran amongst them, killing and stunning over a hundred before I stopped to survey my work. My intention had not been to kill so many, but my desire for meat was so great I killed wildly. I skinned them and used the furs to line my den.. The meat I laid on the rocks to dry. There was a quantity of salt on the rocks which made a fair preservative when rubbed into the meat. I now had meat aplenty but my water was nearly gone. But luck was again with me, as it rained before the situation became urgent. I had now finished my Waterhole and fit held enough water to last me until the next rain. , I found the seals came there regularly, so my supply of meat was assured. A diet of seal meat was quite monotonous, so different shellfish, which were very abundant on my island, made an agreeable change. Several months passed in these various occupations. I had very little time to be lonely. The question of food and drink engaged my hands and mind continually. During this period I kept a careful lookout for passing vessels. Once I did see a ship pass at a distance, but, not having any way to signal it, I was forced to see it sail over the horizon and out of sight. It did give me hope, however, for it proved that ships did come by. The problem was how to attract' them when they did come near.. There were great piles of dried seaweed on the island, so, preparing for the future, I made a huge bonfire on the highest point of the island to serve as a beacon. From a piece of driftwood and a strip of seal skin, I made a crude instrument to start my beacon blazing, using fire by friction as my principle. Now that I was prepared for any passing ship, to my great disappointment no ship came. Finally, after months of dreary waiting, the Whaler Genoa passed by. I lit my beacon to attract attention and to my joy I saw them lower a whaleboat. ,My signal had been successful! I was saved! XVith my trusty paddle to aid me, I swam out to the incoming boat and there told my story. Safe on board the Genoa, I was given clean clothes and Christian food by the sympathetic and marveling crew. ' After an uneventful voyage, I arrived in my old home town none the worse for my adventures on a desert island. I: Page 26 I - June, 1927 I in L1W1L I A Dog's Life J. MCCAULEY. Ga! Nm AM nothing but a common fox-terrier. Like others of my kind I am fs -ff. forced to work my paws to the bone in order to insure myself a liveli- hood. I work, let me tell you, sometimes a goodly twelve hours a day fa ,C without overtime pay. I travel about the country, with the rest of my dog raglan friends, playing at the various vaudeville theatres. I am known by the name of Prince and am quite a handsome animal, if I do say so myself. I have soft fur, white spotted with brown, and beautiful long ears that are the envy of my companions. There are twenty-live of us in the team and each has his special act to perform. I have been at this job for seven months now and have advanced rapidly. I was first discovered by my manager in an advertisement for dog biscuits in a prominent magazine. I have hopes, however, of quitting this job and going to Hollywood, where I'll show some of those so-called dog stars how to act, even if I am not one of those sophisticated German Police dogs.. There goes the bell which always rings five minutes before curtain time, and I haven't put my ewelled collar on yet. I want to appear especially attractive today, for who knows but that a certain manager may be in the audience. Here comes the rest of the gang, so I'll have to run to my place. The music starts, and Bubbles, that stuck up , bushy-tailed, dull-eyed, wire- haired terrier, comes out to put on her act. Look at the way she struts out, trying to keep time with the music. I hope she trips! She thinks everyone ought to kiss the ground on which she walks, just because her twin brother belongs to old man Rockefeller. I can trace my ancesters back to the reign of Terror! Listen how the people applaud. Ah, at last my chance arrives. The first thing I have to do is to sing the scale. Here I go, --I might have known that I would start on the wrong key, but I'll have to make the best of it. Listen to that unappreciative audience laugh. That man in the box seat is getting his money's worth. He has his mouth opened so wide that I can almost see what he had for lunch. I honestly believe that we dogs have more grey matter than those furless animals who class themselves as human beings. Well, here I am on the last note and I'll make it as loud as I can - ouch, I knew it, I bit my tongue as usual, and just on the day that we're going to have spare ribs for dinner. That was a good song, I know, even if the people don't thinks so. I have a good voice of which I am justly' proud, and have won the title of the Dog Caruso among my friends. Some day I may be able to play in light opera, who knows? Now I have to do my juggling act. I have to stand on my hind legs and balance a big red and white ball on my nose and at the same time walk across the stage. Here I go, -1 I do wish that squeaky orchestra would play something else besides Hearts and Flowers every time I do this act. Crash! VVho put that banana peeling on the stage? See how the people are laughing. They thought my fall was part of the act. Here comes the boss. He gives me a compliment and tells me to keep up the good work. VVell, goodabye until tomorrow. f Page 271 - LLWJQQ.q..H,-.f,.---.E.f-f.nn- . TJMZQL The Winner of the Race STANLEY KLOPSTOCK, ZSX. ' ' msg N a bleak, cold athletic field, on which the sun was already setting, a bitterly fought track-meet between Yale and Harvard was taking place. Huddled in little groups, each college hoped fervently that its men would win-for there was a tied score and this last relay would decide the t meet. The set expression of the runners showed they meant to win or die in the attempt. Work, the famous runner for Yale and last man in the relay, was urging his team-mates on. We've got to win, fellows, he was saying rapidly, we've got to win - and there's only one way we can do it -- Fight ! A shrill cry telling the rooters of the final relay brought excitement to the mob, but only dread to Bruce Harrington, third runner. of the relay. He had always been rather cowardly, and already an icy sensation was creeping up his back. Suppose I should lose the race for Yale ! was the thought uppermost in his mind. Here was his one Big Chance - would he make good? Of course, no one would know he had been a failure if he did lose. How could they tell? Yet an insistent small voice kept calling, Yes, but you would know that you're a coward, you couldn't look your team-mates in the eye. Forget your dreadg you're a Yale man, and for once in your life-FIGHT!! Bruce Harrington never felt the burden of responsibility so heavy on his shoulders as he did then. The runners were lining up, while the rooters implored them on to victory. Harrington hurried to his place, still fighting the mental battle that would make him or break him. Get on your marks - Get set - GO ! ! and the white clad figures were off, each fighting for his Alma Mater. Bruce, waiting with straining muscles, thought the second runner would never reach him. Already Yale was losing ground. 'fCould I make up that lost ground for Yale? Hashed through Harrington's brain. He forgot his despair, himself, everything but the race. For the first time in his life, Bruce Harrington's fighting blood was up - at last a Man's Man! On came Harvard, a faint triumphant smile on the winning runner's face. How Bruce hated that smile! And then the Yale man reached him and he was off like a shot. He saw the Harvard man tearing along as if he never would lose an inch of lead. Bruce saw him falter, hardly noticeably, but that little was a gift of Heaven to the fighting Yale man. ' It was then that Yale started gaining, slowly, inch by inch, yet remorselessly as Fate - lighting to overcome that ten-yard lead. The Yale rooters went mad. Come on, Yale! Fight it out-keep it up, Harrington ! rang out their joyful cries. And Yale was winning. Bruce was tied with the Harvard runner, then Yale led - and when Yale's last man, Work, took the baton he was three yards ahead. Try as Harvard might, Yale kept up' the lead, for Harrington's game fight had put I: Page 28 :I June, 1927 g ggivkgr g api gf laLVQLgL1FI-. gg g wonderful spirit into Wo1'k's running. ln the next moment the race was over. Yale had won. No wonder the Yale supporters went wild with joy, and paraded the men around the field upon their shoulders. Vllork was made a hero. There was a silence when he raised his arm. UNO, fellows, he began, I didnit win the meet for Yale-it was HARRINGTON l Tiger Spirit MARGARET VVILSON, 301. The tumult of expectant voices, Cheering heroes strong and bold, The happy tiger crowd rejoices On that field of black and gold. VVith banners waving, voices cheering, Our applause the team empowers, The foe retreats, our onslaught fearing - lVe win! The day is ours! Vacation LIJCILLE GALER, 303. Away with your books, away with your pen, ' Summer is here, and vacation again. Off to the mountains, down to the shore, Forgetting all cares and studies of yore. Happy and carefree, gone are our woes, Bask in the sunlight, play or repose, Yachting or swimming, -motoring, too. joyous and gay, the whole day through! A Comparison MILDRED BANKS, 29X. Old-fashioned miss, you're gone today, Another miss now takes your place. Your golden tresses, now shorn away, Were far behind in fashion's race. New-fashioned miss, we love your smile, Another could never take your place. Your hair and dress and sportsmanship Are far ahead in fashion's race. l Page 29 ll I II1W1L LIFE-DM T June, 1927 Memoirs of the Nellie Smith MARGARET BAKER, 27x 3' OU look at me and smile. I-low cruel it is that people so often glance only QMQMQ . . . . . . . Jin -f at the outside, and, seeing no pretentious details, no shining paint or polished metalwork, laugh at the sight and pass on. That is the way of 5 l 4 H th ld. V gasp? e wor But even an old hulk like me, who have roamed the seas for forty years, has feelings, though they are numbed with age. I have weathered too many storms to have any regret that soon I will lie in the graveyard of the sea. Many, many years have passed since I first felt water beneath my keel, yet I can never forget my builder's and first captain's kind face as he watched his little daughter Nellie ffor whom I was named? break the bottle on my bow when I was christened. I was .beautiful then. My lines were graceful, and,my decks and sails were white. Captain Smith thought me the finest barque on earth, and I held a place in his heart next to that of his daughter. He treated me well, and never did captain receive better service from a ship than he did from me. With him on the bridge, the heaviest weather had no terrors for vme. Ah, those were happy days in my youth! It was a sad moment for me, you may be sure, when he was washed from his hold on deck one stormy night in the Ray of Biscay. The China Bill , to save whose life he risked his own, was not worth his weight in sea-water 3 yet a mighty man was lost for him. ,That is the Way of Fate to sailors. Now she smiles, and the sea is smooth, now she laughs, and a gale rises to taunt your weakness 5 now she frowns and sweeps a veil across the sky, and the lives of brave men are lost in the dark. After that, I was sold to an Alaska man, who wanted me for the sealing trade. I was Fitted with auxiliary engines, and my clean, smooth lines were broken amid- ships by an ugly deck-house. Those were terrible years in which I was driven through the icy seas of the North. But ice is relentless, and cold wears one to the death. After ten years of service there, I was so worn that I was condemned. The end was not yet. I was sold to a lumberman, and for many years went up and down the Pacific Coast with cargoes of heavy, shifting green lumber4-one of the most heart-breaking loads a ship can know. But even that drudgery is beyond my power now. My seams are sprung, my engine has been dismantled. A relic of an age that has passed forever, I lie in Derelict Row, waiting for the day when even the smallest wave may have strength enough to surmount my dying weakness, and draw me under to thelast haven of ships. I: Page 30 1 , E l fl TQWQTLEEQ TQQQTTT Tfifiune, 1927 Lux President's Message p lGER spirit! The magic that sends our boys and girls over the top in i every contest! With pride we look back over the past four years and are unable to find a single defeat to our spirit even though the score-board may have shown a few extra numbers to the credit of an opponent. ' 1 lt is this spirit that has made my term as president so enjoyable. The intense energy of the student-body has taken form in such hearty co-operation and such earnest efforts to make the term a success that the old tiger himself needs must stand up and roar his approval. In our new assemblies we have discussed school life and school politics in a manner that makes the orations of Daniel VVebster and Patrick Henry seem dull by comparison. I sincerely hope that these assemblies will be continued, for they are a vital element in fostering our co-operation plan. If a student-body can be run by the students themselves in open meeting, instead of being led by a few officers, it will naturally have a better understanding of the problems that confront it and a stronger unity in work. lt is with great pride that we, as Seniors, take with us that share of the work, pleasure, and friendship with which the Tiger Spiritvhas endowed us, confident that those we leave behind will never lose sight of it. I: Page 32 I June, 1927 Lfwii LIFE Lick President's Message ,B C, E are like so many ships that started on a voyage with holds empty but l I are returning with varying amounts of cargo. Some of us have docked at the end of our lirst voyage, and some of us will begin one more four , is year voyage. But the majority still have a good many ports of their first 5 Q trip ahead of them. And now, as I review the last six months of my Hrst completed voyage, it is not necessary for me to criticize or applaud the school activities-for you have already formed your own opinions. I realize that we have not had a social calendar as full as previous ones, but it has been decided for us that we draw away from so many joint affairs and the large number of activities. Inasmuch as we have been granted the invaluable privilege of attending these schools, we should readily accept that state of affairs which has been considered best for us. Finally, I wish to thank the student-body and officers for their earnest support and hearty co-operation in the social and athletic events of the past term, and also the Faculty for their unfailing advice and assistance at all times. J . oj -4 E A E A13 AEA I Page 33 1 WWTQY gf L LIFE June, 1927 Lux Board of Control if ' HHE BOARD OF CONTROL and the entire student-body have passed a i verv successful semester under the guidance of President Samuely. The tl? L ' i 5 1 l was to elect the new student-body secretary. Lillian Schaefer was elected to hold this office. The second meeting was to plan for the first Assembly held at Lux. The Assemblies proved interesting occasions. Board of Control has had two meetings this semester. The first meeting The board this semester consists of ,lula Samuely and Lillian Schaefer from the student body, Lois Uetjen and Dorothy Noce fromv27J, Florence Knoles and Ellen Buhman, 27X, Verna Selmer and Edith Del Secco, 281, Eunice Gastaldi and Helen Schneider, ZSX, Alice Neumann and Sylvia Olssen, 293, Gertrude Horgan and Hazel Schrepfer, 2924, Dorothy Dooley and Margaret VVilson, 301. Carol Berg and Josephine Patilla, 3Ox. Lux has enjoyed a number of assemblies this semester. Short programs are given by the various classes and clubs, after which the meetings are turned over to student-body affairs. The students are given an opportunity to give their opin- ions on the various mattersg Much discussion has also been given to the establish- ment of a Girls' Athletic Association. The board wishes to thank Miss Ellsworth for the wonderful help she has given this semester. f Page 341 June, 1927 L1VV 1 L LIFE Lick Board of Control 5 ' HE members who served the Board of Control during the past semester ig were Daniel, 2715 Kruger, 27Xg Gilmore, 2315 Metzger, 23xg Hundley, fl 2955 Biale, 29xg Rieiiy, 301, and Hurley, sox. W At the first meeting of the board, McGowan was elected secretary of the student-body and Peterson was appointed manager of the 'fLife,' owing to the fact that Thompson, the pre-elected manager, did not return to school. At the second meeting, Skinner's resignation of the managership of the basket- ball team was accepted and Olmo was chosen in his place. During the same meet- ing, Kot was elected manager of the track team, Hurley was chosen manager of the swimming team, and Dutcher was appointed manager of the baseball team. At the next two meetings the school budget was submitted by Mr. Heyrnann and it was finally passed after much discussion and disagreement. A Fifth amendment to the school constitution was debated and was slated to appear before the student-body at the next election. The care of selecting the senior candidate for the honor medal was intrusted to Kruger, Gilmore and Metzger, the appointed members of the low senior, high junior and low junior classes, as is the custom. f Page 35 Il 14 if Q rw, -- LL LL A, L L LOSSES LI., f'mef1927 Editor, Lux ,.,,,,,,, ..Q .......... HELEN NORTON Editor, Lick ........ Manager, Lux ........ Manager, Lick ....... FLORENCE TAYLOR ESTELLE BARBIERI SCHOOL NOTES ESTELLE BARBIERI MARGARET BAKER J. MADIEROS ......-..ALBERT BORGWARDT .............JULIA CARLSON .........JOHN ASSOCIATES PETERSON JOHN MADIEROS ELMER TROWBRIDGE LITERARY STAFF CLASS NOTES SPORTS IULA SAMUELY FRANCES CANFIELD C. PATTERSON H. NICHOLS K. SERKLAND T. DANIEL ART STAFF J. NICHOLS STGRIES FLORENCE TAYLOR WENDELA IHAWKVINS EDITH HANSEN JOKES I J. MCCAULEY R. TEMBY CAROL BERG E. TROVVBRIDGE E. HAAS L FLORENCE KNOWLES NORMA LASTRUCCI Page 36 1 ISJHEQEZITIITSTIW fffIifQQf i QfiPIV3Ei f Editorial A NOTHER step forward has been taken by the members of the Senior class. Our way, until now, has been easy and sheltered under the guid- ance of our parents and teachers, but soon we shall be out in the world with our own lives to lead and ways to make. Step by step we have advanced - through childhood, with its first steps to learn, through Lick, Wilmerding, and Lux, with all their work and joys, and now on to the future- and what? For some, a still higher education, for most, only the knocks and experiences we receivefrom the world. Though we leave as a class now, we can never leave or forget the four-year home of so much happiness and so many pleasant associations. In this issue of the LWL Life we have tried to put our class spirit along with that of the whole student body. This journal, the most important work of the Senior class, is not the work of the class alone, but of the entire student body, through representative members of the Staff. To the members of the Faculties who have guided us, to the Staff who have worked always in harmony, and to all students who contributed stories or art work - we extend hearty thanks. VVe hope the pleasure of seeing their work in the book will compensate them for their efforts. Looking back over the old school journals, one is impressed by the steady general improvement in organization and treatment of material. It is true that the old books were larger, but there was a great deal more waste space than there is now. Sometimes whole pages were left blank, and other pages were not filled as they might have been, while lately every available space has been used. The older books may have excelled in some one phase, but we believe the late productions show a decided general improvement. A set of past journals has been collected and bound, and may be found in Miss Meng's room in the Wilmerding building. In this issue we have tried to introduce something new in the treatment of the dedication picture. In the future we hope to see this treatment carried farther and color cuts introduced. We have also continued the policy of our predecessors in trying to bring the boys' and girls' activities into closer relation. Appreciation The editors and managers wish to thank Mr. Pohlmann, of the Commercial Art and Engraving Company, the Fisher Studio, and Althof and Bahls for their untiring efforts to produce an LNVL Life that will be a credit to the school. fPagc' 371 LfWfL LIFE !1me,I927 5 Page as 3 fW, 1 ??7 UW! L LEE Pago 39 :I L1WLIi YLIFE f1qzg,lQ27 f Page 401 M ff5rrf:I'rf- June, 19277 ig, 7 mg nV f Vnlg LIFE Lux Class Notes . f '41 HE 27X CLASS has a debater in its midst Margaret Baker VVe are 3 X the arguments for more articles ln the Tiger s Tale The rest of the 4 ft l class showed its ability by putting ox er a snappx Samt Patrick s Daw luncheon, under the skillful guidance of the class officers, Florence Knoles, president, Madlyn Pierson, vice-president, Eleanor Canovan, secretary, Charlotte Madden, treasurer, Ellen Buhman, Board of Control member, Ilene Hemminga, sergeant-at-arms, and Frances Nettle, yell leader. The 281 Class has certainly kept up its reputation as a peppy class by putting over one of the most successful luncheons of the term. The class co-operated very successfully with the officers, Verna Selmer, president, Frances Farrell, vice- presidentg Wendela Hawkins, secretary, Edith Del Seco, Board of Control mem- ber, and Lillian DeHay, yell leader. VVe have dramatic talent in our class in Ellen Barsotti, who is taking an active part in the Forum, also, we captured the tennis championship, through our star player, Frances Canfield. It was to be expected that the 28x Class would put over something original. This time it came in the form of the Hjunior-Freshman Circus. Much of the success of the affair was due to the cleverness of the class officers: president, Eunice Gastaldig vice-president, Ruth Bass, secretary, Mary Garguilo. Thus were the freshmen introduced to the social life of the schools. Again the 291 Class showed its talent on the stage by presenting a snappy pro- gram consisting of two plays, a folk dance, and poems. Alice Luthi helped greatly. The class was under the able leadership of Alice Neuman, president, May Welch, vice-president, Gladys Martin, secretary, Sylvia Olsen, Board of Control member, Josephine Holocheck, sergeant-at-arms, Bernice Shram, editor, Virginia Pagonis, manager, and Anna Grasso, our peppy cheer leader. Yes, we had a Valentine luncheon, which was the big event of the semester. Heave ho, my lads Y cried the officers of the 29x Class. They re- sponded and up came a snappy luncheon constructed on the plan of a ship. The members of the class represented sailors and they all had the time of their lives. This was certainly a novel and successful affair, due to the hard work of the various committees. Class officers for the term were: Gertrude Horgan, president, Celeste Legnitto, vice-president, Dorothy Lockwood, secretary, Natalie Beggs, sergeant-at-arms, Lesben Costalupes, yell leader, and Hazel Schrepfer, Board of Control member. The high freshmen have shown their spirit this semester. They turned out an original play, written by Hildegard Thorup, called the Luxite g a fashion show followed, and the stunt was voted a big success. Class officers were: Dorothy Dooley, presidentg Grace Gray, vice-president, Harriet Egger, secretary, Margaret NVilson, Board of Control member, Matilda Ehlers, sergeant-at-arms, and Helen Q U i . - , . 1, proud of the way she has spoken in the Lux Assemblies in backing up 'I 'F 'lg - ' ' rt ' 1 xr 1 ,gangs x . K . . y . 7 1 J 1 . . Ji iv i' 15 Corrie, yell leader. Here comes the 30x Class, a group of girls we are proud to have with us - peppy, snappy, and full of fun. NVatch out, upper classmen, for we have a number of stars in this class when it comes to sports. Thanks to their senior advisor, Carol Berg, they have been guided successfully through the first semester. f Page 41 1