Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 64 of the 1910 volume:

JAMBS C. BURNS To Mr. JAMES C. BURNS, who as an instructor, lias given us an appreciation of the end of learning and who has opened to our minds a view of the future upon which we are so soon to enter: to whom, as a friend we have confided onr cares as well as our aspirations and with whom we have worked to make this project a success, we, the Class of 1910. with many thoughts of him at parting, dedicate this the first number of the Sphinx.” - 2 - PREFACE M«eec Since the beginning of the Macomb High School in 1868. never before lias an annual been published . As it drew time, however, when the Class of 1910 began to think of their separation, we knew of no better way of preserving the memory of our High School days and the faces of those who have helped to form our life here, than by publishing a year book. e talked it over in several class meetings, elected a staff, and in a few weeks have tried to get out a book which would not be a disgrace to our school. Although the Faculty considered the time too limited, and our financial prospects too uncertain, we kept on with the work, and have been rewarded at last by their co-operation.. To Miss Mary Hughes, who has ever been willing to help us with the literary material: to Mr. I. C. Burns, who has encouraged and helped us from the beginning, and to the members of the other classes who have always been willing to do what we asked, we owe much of whatever success our book may have. We fully realize the deficiencies in the way of the material chosen, and in the extent and general plan of the “Sphinx.” and earnestly desire that the interested public may accept our efforts with due allowance for all the obstacles which we have been compelled to meet. ()ur greatest and most sincere hopes are, that this number may be the first of a long continued line of annuals to be published in the future, and that each one may he better than the one preceding. ALICE IRENE CHAPMAN, Editor in Chief. THE MACOMB HIGH SCHOOL AN HISTORICAL SKETCH The Public School system now existing in Illinois was established by law in 1855. The law made no provision for High Schools, but authorized school directors to prescribe studies additional to the common branches enumerated in the law. It was through this door left open in the rear of our educational system that High Schools entered and became an integral part of our Public School System. School directors in certain localities soon began to prescribe studies that properly belong to secondary schools. I be High School movement had scarcely begun when our nation was plunged into a life and death struggle in the great Civil War. The movement for the establishment and the development of High Schools was brought to a sudden stand, while the entire energy of our people was devoted to the preservation of the Union. With the close of the war in 1865, our people again took up the cause of secondary education, so that during the half decade from 1865 to 1870 at least - 5 - one High School was established in a majority of the counties of the State. This may truly be called the initiatory period of High Schools in Illinois. Shortly after the Public School System was established in 1855. there were erected in Macomb four school bindings each containing a single room—one in each of the four wards. 1 he chapel on ood-hury Street is the old school building of the 1 hire! ard ; the other three buildings were of the same general character. As the number of scholars increased with the growth of the town a lean to was added to each of these buildings, and two teachers were employed in each: the younger children being taught in the lean to and the older in the main building. 1 here was no gradation farther than that the older children were taught in one room and the younger in another. This was the condition of our schools in 1865. In the Summer of this year a movement was set on foot to erect a modern school building of eight rooms, to establish a High School, and to employ a competent educator who should teach in the High School and also give unity .organization, and system to the remaining schools of the town. A substantial brick building was erected where the High School now stands, and Professor II. II. Smith of Galena was employed to teach in the High School and to supervise and grade the schools in the other wards. There seems to have been little or no opposition to this great movement, as all the leading men were in favor of it: but the men who were foremost in establishing a High School and in placing the management of the schools in the hands of a trained educator were James L. Anderson. Joseph F.. Wyne, William E. Withrow. (). F. Piper. Joseph Updegraff, Horatio Bartleson, and some others. I he man who possibly took the greatest interest in the movement was William E. Withrow, a graduate of Yale College and deeply interested in higher education. September 1st. 1866, the new order of things began with forty or fifty young persons assembled in the northwest room of the second story and Mr. Smith in charge. The students who attended the High School the two years of Mr. Smith’s administration recall with pleasure and enthusiasm those times. The whole east end of the second floor was the chapel. The platform with the organ occupied the entire south end. Here the pupils, not only of the High School, but also of the Primary and Intermediate grades of the building, gathered each morning for devotional exercises. A great choir occupied the platform. A standing committee selected the music a - 6 - week or more in advance. Mr. Smith was blessed with a fine voice and led the choir. Mr. Smith was an active, energetic, and aggressive man. well educated, and familiar with the problems of secondary education as they existed at that time. Possibly no better man could have been chosen for the work. Ilis radical ideas soon created a hitter opposition and he was compelled to leave at the end of two years. The course of study. We smile as we read it. Though, to be taught by one man. it was even more extensive than the course today with five teachers and four years in which to accomplish the work. There were two years of Latin and two years of Greek, Harkness’ Latin series and Bullion’s Greek hooks being used. Davies’ Elementary and Davies’ Advanced Algebra, commonly called Davies’ Bourbon. Davis’ Legendre, and Trigonometry. Young’s Civil Government, ells’ Chemistry, W ells’ Natural Philosophy, Greene’s Analysis of the English Language. Quackenbos' Rhetoric. Burritt’s Astronomy with the big atlas of the heavens. Goodrich’s I’nited States History. Weber’s Universal History, Jarvis’ Physiology. Wood’s Manual of Botany McXalley’s Physical Geography, and Ray’s Higher Arithmetic. The second year. Miss Abbie Summers, who had been educated in Massachusetts, and who had come west for the purpose of teaching. was employed to assist Mr. Smith. Miss Summers wore curls and was very neat in her dress and precise in her pronunciation of words. From this time on until 1890 the entire work in the High School was done by the superintendent and one teacher, usually a woman. In that year two teachers were employed in the High School, and one of them may be justly called the principal. The first class was graduated in 1868. It consisted of five members. They were Isabelle Roberts, Addie M. Lancev. Imogene Up-degraff. Anna Snodgrass, and Sarah A. Pillsbury. During the forty-four years that have passed, forty-three classes have been graduated, having a membership of 577. During the present year fifty-two of them are attending higher institutions of learning. Many of the older graduates are holding important and responsible positions in life. They are judges and legislators. teachers and preachers, lawyers and doctors, bankers and business men. manufacturers and farmers. They are found in every trade and profession, enriching them with their energy and intelligence. THE FACULTY CHARLES C. WELLS, A. B., Principal. Blessed with the ability to make a successful church, educational, and society man. MARY ELLEN TAYLER, A. M„ Sciences. A recognized authority 011 all useful subjects, from the sciences to art. MARY A. HUGHES, A. B„ English. She considered it a pleasure to help 11s in whatever good we attempted. EMMA PONZER. A. B.. Languages. Her intellectual powers are made attractive by something so human in her relationship with 11s. BEULAH McGLINCH, Music. So kindly sympathetic; comforting to talk with. CHARLES C. WELLS, A. R. MARY A. HUGHES, A. B. EMMA PONZF.R. 4. B. BOARD OF EDUCATION J. M. F E. T. WALKER J. II. M1LLSOM CHARLES HAXAN J. R. MICKEY I®®® 'ACE, President dr. j. d. McMillan ROBERT CORBACH DR. S. C. ST REM M EL I. J. O’HARA - 10 - ALICE CHAPMAN If she will, she will, you may depend on’t; Cut if she won’t, she won’t, and there’s an end on’t. Class President; Editor in Chief of the “Sphinx;” Class Poet; Class Play. WILLIAM HARRIS Are there other worlds to conquer? 1 must be off. LENORE STEPHENS To know her is to have one’s mind opened to the deepest and most beautiful thoughts. Class Story Writer. - 12 - ZELLA PROVINE ’Tis the unceasing care and work which raises scholarship. Literary Editor of the “Sphinx;'' Class Secretary; Salutatorian. ROYAL RITCHIE The glass of fashion and the mould of form. Class Play. ALTA GAMAGE ’T is the tiny flaw which makes perfection flawless. Ass’t Art Editor of the “Sphinx.” MAE BARNES Th.v modesty is a candle to thy charms. Assistant Editor of the Sphinx.” - 13 - FLORINE FULKERSON Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and law; An excellent thing in a woman. Art Editor of the “Sphinx.” HAROLD McKEE All great men are dead or dying. And I don't feel well myself. Class Play. ARIE KENNER Care is an enemy to life. Vice-President; Valedictorian AMY STONEKING Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. Class Will. — 14 — EVELYN WYNE Her life is an open book, whose every page reads better than the first. Assistant Business Manager of the “Sphinx;” Class Play. HARRY GARDNER My school work interferes terribly with my education. Business Manager of Class Play MARGUERITE SMITHERS Come, thou spirits of the air, attend me here. And let me dream of love. - 15 — URSULA KENNEDY A little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of girls. Class Prophet; Class Play. DALE LAWYER Give me a nickle, pa, and let me be tough. Class Play. MARY VAN ETTAN Nothing but death will separate me from my dignity. Words to Class Song. AGNES McCUTCHEON A quiet, unaspiring maid. — 16 — HOPE McGILLIVRAY Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. - 17 - Just at the close of a warm, sunny dav. hen my duties and cares were over. 1 was awakened from a dream of my yesterday's deeds By a hand that 1 could not discover. I was led at once to the pen and ink Bv a voice—1 could scarecly hear it— And I grasped the pen and began to write As tho I were led by a spirit. And then I kenw my wish had come true; My task was approaching fulfillment. For the most beautiful things in this world could be written With scarcely an anxious moment If a guardian sprite were ever at hand To start them, and we not know it. Oh, may one attend and guard my pen As tho I. too. were a poet! Fain would 1 say some most wonderful things In a most extravagant manner: Tell you “Tens” of the joys which await Each one who has reverenced our banner; Tell you that the time is now near at hand That will bring out your unrecognized talent. But we'll leave that to you and the kindness of fate. That you'll wake up to duty before it's too late. - 18 - May you give men a chance in your generation To say you did much to advance our nation. Truly, working for self is a grief causing way To spend a life passing so quickly away Hut great the satisfaction to yourself and another. If you have been to some one as though a brother. If a load has been lifted, or some happiness given, because to do good you each have striven. When each girl, who added one to our number, lias decided her course in life. And each young man has grown quite serene, Battling nobly with every day’s strife; When the hand of time has hurried us on 'Till we’ve reached what we now call “The Future. And we’ve stopped at the close of the day yet to come To say to ourselves. “Is it done? When we think of the greatness we wished to achieve. As the web of school life we started to weave; If. then, a weak place in the threads be found, Don’t let the whole web sitik down to the ground. But strengthen the weakness bv adding a thread, K’cn if on thorns you are called to tread : For tho we would like if this life were all joy, We must expect to have our share of alloy. But let us refrain from these thoughts of the future. And call to mind days that are past. Four lovelv Autumns we’ve come back with pleasure To take up anew our task : To study some and recite a great deal. But more to enjoy each other. Thru four winters' snows we have come and gone. Till our lives have grown together. Till Shakespeare and Virgil have come to be ours. And the present is linked with the past. Four budding Springs we’ve beheld from these windows. But this one, O, “Tens. is the last. ()ur parting at last is near at hand : Soon we'l have had our last joy and strife: Soon we'll have sung our last song As students in High School life. 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I feel a forgetting, a sinking come over me. and realize that on this evening it is to be granted me to make a revelation to some weary souls, perhaps to cheer them on the way. The katydids still chirr and the frogs complain, but they, with other earthly sounds are infinitely far away. 1 search about for the knowledge of what or whom I am to see, and finally the answer comes, still through the mists surrounding me, The Class of 1910, Macomb High School.” I stretch, open my eyes, and with a start look downward: there is the mighty world lying in approaching darkness. Suddenly innumerable lights blaze up and all is distinct before me. Along the corridor of a stately college are trooping crowds of students. At the door of one of the rooms, bowing, smiling, or turning with a pleasant word, is Mrs. Arie Kenner X----. now wife of the president of this college. Me is by her side, tall and d: nified : I pause to speak, but the fortunes of this fickle realm leave me no moment for greeting. Instead. 1 find myself with Miss Xella Provine, who is so surrounded with piles and piles of manuscript that she is oblivious of my presence. She has just published the seventh volume of her latest book. Oh! what is this bright light? It seems to come from a school-looni. Yes, it is a night school. At the desk sits a woman, very, ery straight, and tall and angular: glasses perched astride her nose heighten the professional air. Why can't I remember? Oh. yes— Mary Van Etten, to be sure. Who else would devote herself to such an enterprise, so worthy and yet so difficult, of teaching those who toil, toil, toil. May she be blessed in her work! Farther to the south, drawn by the sound of stentorian eloquence, 1 look into a church. There is Harold McKee delivering an address that might well make the shades of Spurgeon envious. Not far away, in an Elysian rose garden, wanders Mrs. Alice Chapman P-------, still composing those incomparable poems of hers. - 21 - Again, ! turn northward; here, in a hall patriotically draped with the Stars and Stripes, on the platform stands Mrs. Hope McGillivray R------, leading speaker on Woman's Rights, and exhorts her sister sufferers to arouse themselves. At the foot of the stairs, as of old, waiting to escort his speaker home, stands Mr. Royal Ritchie, now an eminent photographer, whose Photographic Art Studies have reached national note. Here— Oh, what is this I see! The White House! Yes—and without a doubt this is Mr. Dale Lawyer, dignified and scholarly, who, with his wife on his arm. takes his place to receive in the Blue Room. With throbbing heart I look to see what other great honors shall come to the Class of 1910. Before me extends an auditorium, filled to the doors with a “music mad” crowd. Suddenly I hear cheering, and a seemingly familiar figure trots upon the stage . He is large and manly, and through the shock of “musical hair which bushes out and down to his shoulders, I recognize William Rutledge Harris, lie makes his best bow. and seating himself on the stool, with a flourish, a slam and a bang, proceeds to render a Mozart-eclipsing composition of his own. 1 he audience and the piano stand the proceeding fairly well. In another part of the city, in a hall designed for the delight of fair Terpsichore, scraping and bowing. 1 see Professor Alfred ay-land. Dancing Teacher and Chorus C.irl Director. A monocle is screwed into the cavity where a natural eye should have appeared, and he wears his hair rather long, cut pompadour. He is assisted by Miss Agnes McCutcheon, who very daintily teaches the young men the sedate steps of that old-fashioned movement, the barn dance.” But before I can “tread but one measure” 1 am whisked away to a spacious green diamond, half surrounded bv a large amphitheatre. Among the crowd 1 spy Miss Marguerite Smithers. a penant in each hand. Wildlv waving the same, she frantically cheers for “Lefty! Lefty!!” Before he has acomplished that record-making home-run, my eves are fastened on a roomy farm house surrounded by terraces and fountains; the land rolls away like a great velvet carpet. C )h! 1 see at the table in tbe splendid dining room Mrs. Mae Barnes Z-------- and her husband. They are the owners of this, the model farm of the United States. I turn my eyes from this scene of quiet contentment and they alight on a large hospital; through the halls, like a ministering angel, slow and stately, glides Miss Amy Stoneking. the head nurse. Just down the avenue I see an immense hall. Many excited spectators are cheering. I peer around and recognize Mr. Maurice Poster standing forth and bowing in acknowledgement of the honors accorded him as the world’s champion pugilist. Brawny muscles and his robust frame win the admiration of the many college girls present. But who is this in the crowded opera house? Can it be Miss - 22 - Florine Fulkerson giving an illustrated lecture on art? My questions are answered; those “rapid fire’’ drawings can be none but hers. In a nearby city I see Miss Myrtle Ritter, prima donna, singing the leading role in the----------opera. Miss Evelyn Wyne holds the place of principal contralto with the same company. Their singing is certainly of a high order: their voices blended together would put a brass band in the shade. Next, my eyes alight on the city of Chicago, where 1 see in the new Sears Roebuck skyscraper, which has the top story on hinges lor the purpose of letting the moon go past. Mr. Harry Gardner, general floor-walker for this establishment. Here is another institution of learning: and in one of the rooms 1 see Miss Lenore Stephens, the same sedate little Lenore, in a prim little black dress w-ith foreign-looking little collar and cuffs, teaching French . She is, perhaps a little more dignified but is still recognizable. Farther south, but still in Illinois, I see in a little town called Hdwardsville the coziest of cottages. In the homelike library is Mrs. Laura Chandler L--------, sitting in a large leather chair with a book in her lap. She is reading aloud to a tall, distinguished looking man. who leans on the mantlepiece. and to two children, one on the arm of her chair, the other on a stool at her feet. At last my eyes seem drawn to the other continent. There, in a dainty studio, 1 see Miss Alta Gamage enveloped in a large bib-apron, while smudges of various colors of paint adorn her face. She is painting masterpieces by the score, and everywhere I hear her praise. ()ne is left from that class, and where. Oh where, shall I find her. I am half afraid ; but at last my eyes are slowly, slowly but irrisistibly drawn southward: farther and farther, hotter and hotter—surely no one could be found in such a place! At last appears a large dark spot. 1 look closer and see a band of natives in full paint and scant raiment, seated cross-legged on the sands. They have an expectant look, so I return to discover the cause. Just at the horizon 1 discern a small speck; it comes nearer ami nearer; at last I am able to see that it is an elephant, an especially large one, carrying a jogging, swinging canopy, under which I see—Oh, can it be?—myself! calmly jerking along under that sweltering sun. That elephant stops and Ursula clambers down. She is dressed in the native style, rings on iier fingers and bells on her toes. She alights, and taking her position before those heathen. I listen to a sermon poured forth in such a torrent of grunts and mysterious sounds as would astonish anyone .-Hort of an iron man. Perhaps Ursula could talk before, but she has certainly improved in speed. Suddenly a mist comes between me and the world, and I slowly come back from the Future. 1 open my eyes and find myself still in my own room. It is quite late, so I bid farewell to my vision, and wish the members of the Class of 1910 all success and happiness. URSULA KENNEDY. - 23 - History of the Class of 1910 BY ALFRED WAYLAND - ©«« September third ,1906, dawned a peaceful day in the little city of Macomb; but on that clay there assembled at the High School a class that should stand for the perpetuation of the school s honor, and should defend her against her most formidable foes until four short years had passed and Commencement snapped the vibrant chord that bad bound them in fraternal union. The class upon that day was vastly different from the one which will leave the school in June. They numbered nearly fifty, coming from every part of the county—from Good Hope to Littleton, from Bardolph to the western boundary. But they were an apt class; and as soon as the C lass of 1909 had administered the water hath under the school pump, which is so vitally necesssary to all aspirants to High School fraternity, they entered into the school’s history, to leave a mark that may be traced through all her future annals. But in every Freshman class there exists a spirit which is not entirely conductive to mental labors . 1 hough that spirit may sleep during the cold winter months, it is gathering force, and when the warm spring sunshine bursts forth, the demon awakes, and evert member feels a throb in his innermost soul which demands that lus class be made notorious. Xot unlike former organizations, this class rose in their youth to crush their upper classmen. Matters came to a climax at the boys’ declamatory contest. The Freshmen lost to the Class of 1906. The boys of the class arose in their indignation, swore vengeance at their superiors and attempted to revenge their defeat in the manual arts of warfare; but were not only escorted home by their upper classmen with barrel staves, but also were compelled to give vaudeville performances on the street corners for the amusement of all passersby. We awoke the next morning sadder but wiser Fresh-men. The year closed with the track meet at home; but the rain, pour- — 24 - ;ng from 10:00 a. m. until 6:oo p. m. spoiled everything that the day had promised. SOPHOMORES. On the second day of September. we again assembled to claim our supremacy in class rivalry and to exert our authority over our lower classmen in a true “college atmosphere.” We administered the annual hath with all solemnities due such a ceremony, and in consequence remained the following evening to practice writing our names under the supervision of our dear Professor E. J. Myers. The year was probably the blackest in our history. It was but a repetition of flunks and failures on every side: but it did accomplish one important thing, and that was the development of penmanship. fter our daily 4:30 class we had several proficient artists that could write the word “deportment” five hundred times in twelve minutes. However, matters eventually became quiet: but spring, with its demoniacal impetus, brought the fiercest class conflict that has ever ensued in the history of the school. One morning chapel was dismissed. and the Juniors and Seniors retired to the campus and battled over a straw dummy. Several of the Sophomores participated, and were executed in a most ungentlemanly manner with boards and i arrel staves. In the declamatory contest the Sophomores were doubly victorious. Miss McGillivary won first honors from the girl contestants, reading The Red Disk; while Alfred Way land succeeded in behalf of the boys with “Gentlemen, the King! To celebrate this victory the Sophomores flew their colors of -ed and white in the highest maple trees and loosened a white pigeon in chapel with the colors in its beak. Never was a victory more dulv celebrated. ' W e bade farewell to Mr. E. J. Meyers, and while at times lie seemed the sternest of instructors, kind thoughts of him will exist as long as a member of his classes remain. JUNIORS. September again called us together for the third time . ()ver half our numbers had fallen back, and many of those still claiming their title looked forward without the slightest ray of hope, but with a determination that always wins. Class rivalry was nipped in the bud, and the school was run in the most strict manner. Our studies completely quelled the desire for public notoriety, and demanded our time to study. The football team was strong, but our class held but one representative in the squad. Early in the second semester a move for individuality was taken, and the white hat was placed upon the heads of our studious twenty-four. ()f course, this provided some amusement and rivalry, but it was declared by Mr. Burns to be a “legitimate piece of foolishness. - 2S - and any perspn attempting to mar the texture of one of those head-gears was possessed of the “crminal instinct and would be justly punished. To celebrate the victory won by Miss Ursula Kennedy in the declamatory contest. Miss Lenore Stevens entertained on April 28. The evening was spent in a most pleasing manner and the guests departed at a late hour. But our class enthusiasm demanded another manifestation, and after the track meet at Galesburg, the most important event was a bavrack ride and supper in the Rexroat grove. After a pleasant expedition on the banks of Crooked creek, deviled eggs, sandwiches, cakes, and a two-gallon freezer of cream, satisfied the appetites of a hungry bunch. Miss Tayler chaperoned the excursion and after supper we enjoyed a ride to Colchester, reaching home the next morning far too late for our usual beauty sleep. We bade farewell to our old friend Mr. Croson. and our dearest c’asS friend. Miss Atkinson. Miss Brvant. our English instructor, resigned in the summer, leaving but two familiar faces. Miss Tavlor and Mr. Burns. SENIORS. On August twenty-eighth, 1909. we assembled for our last year in the dear old M. 11. S. Our Senior year opened with a rivalry between us and oursucceedin g class. Plenty of red and white paint added color to the situation and the school bell. Bag dolls in chapel aroused the Junior girls and the indignation of the facultv. The Senior boys' evening at Harry Gardner's home, with plenty oi chili, cider, and the “vile weed. tended to promote matters to a climax ; and as a result a fcxitball game was scheduled. The day approached with all the excitement it had promised, and the “stunt was “pulled off on the High School gridiron. Plenty of beefing. rag-chewing. and old-time “center bucks” gave an exhibition of antiquated football, with a result entirely in favor of our opponents. Plenty of good, clean class spirit was shown on each side that tended to bind the class in school unity, rather than incite further hostilities. ( hir three-weeks’ vacation on account of quarantine was thoroughly enjoyed, but Christmas passed without the usual intermission, and we recited in true Shakespearian style, O, Vacation! Thou crown of deepest desires! Thou wert so near And yet so far away! The last semester found us working hard upon the class play: the cast was picked and “The Rivals was soon under full headway. The idea of a year book was purely original: no such movement was ever contemplated prior to this year. — 26 - Miss Arie Kenner prove l to he the valedictorian, while Miss Zella Provine held second honors. As we review onr history we can truly say, “We have fought a good fight, and we now look forward into a broader field of strife. W e look hack upon four years well spent. We have defended our school in athletics; we have shouted for the Orange and Black; we have perpetuated a school spirit at the peril of suspension; we have borne her through defeat and victory, always loyal just the same, and leave behind the Red and White to mingle with the protecting folds of the Orange and Black for years to come. We leave the school in June and not a member of the class can hut regret that four years have passed so quickly. To our faculty, which has helped us through the past year, we can hut extend our deepest gratitude and remembrance. To the classes behind us. we wish for your greatest enjoyment during the remainder of your High School epoch; and to our Alma Mater we can hut feel hound deeper with fetters of love and reverence than to any other institution. - 27 - PEACE THAT PASSETH UNDERSTANDING The trees, house-tops, chimneys, the belfry tower were silhouetted sharply against the fast darkening sky. As the dusk came on a light flickered in the church windows and then continued to send forth its little rays of brightness. A solitary figure moved slowly along the street. When it came opposite the church there was a hesitation: then slowly it climbed the stone steps, moved up the dimly lighted aisle, and touching the forehead and the breast sank on its knees in one of the pews. Only two candles were burning; one lighted the altar, showing plainly the cross, the vases of roses, and the altar desk; the other fell on the uplifted face of an organist who was playing soft, low music. The figure, which sank on its knees, had been filled with struggling. hitter thoughts. Then, from the utter weariness of the long-continued struggle, the passionate bitterness of it gradually decreased : but the figure still knelt, for there was a weariness, the unutterable weariness of life, which needed someone to say, “Come unto me, ye that are heavy laden, and 1 will give you rest”—a rest which will give the peace that passeth all understanding.' Slowly the music sank into the soul of the figure, who for the first time became aware of it. It spoke of gayety, life, joy; then of passionate love and mistake and regret. It told of questionings, trials, doubts, and of terrible soul struggle. Then it became soft, yet strong as the love of God. It brought tears to the eyes of the weary listener. The strains ceased; the organist disappeared. But the music had performed its mission. As the figure raised its head to look on the cross, • he altar light fell on the striking, gaunt features of a man—a young man of twenty-eight years—a man whose long, dark-complexioned face showed passionate energy; whose high arched nose, blue-gray eves, shining under the heavy black brows, large mouth with its prominent under lip. spoke of power and of acute sensitiveness. “O, Lord God! whither Thou guidest. teach me to go. Make me want to be true.” The head sank again on the slim, delicate, almost transparent hands; then slowly, with bowed head and fingers clasping a black metal cross, he passed out. This man. the son of a wealthy family, had been brought up with the same advantages given his brothers and sisters, but with far different results. He was extremely sensitive, and as a child had often been hurt by his parents' coldness and seeming lack of love. An idea that all people were insincere and hypocritical grew from this lack of understanding. Throwing home, friends, society, all aside, world-weary at twenty he entered the monastery. After having spent the years of his novitiate, he was sent on a clerical mission to a gayer, livlier city, where he was put in a place all life and joy. He was young, and gradually a love for the light and glitter of it all grew upon him. There was a young girl, beautiful and sweet and pure, loving the life and flutter of the city, really innocent and ignorant of - 28 — any folly, any mistakes or error. She and the young monk met often in her rounds of fashionable religious service, and each was drawn toward the other. But gradually the interest became a friendship deeper, stranger than any the monk had ever known. They met by chance one night at the fountain in the rose garden. She was dressed in thin, shimmering white, and the moonlight, shedding its quiet radiance upon her. transformed her into a spirit creature. Of late the man had felt himself growing to trust her more than anyone he had ever known since those early days when his childish faith had been destroyed. This night she was dearer than ever, and so he forgot that he was not to trust people; that he was not to love women with the human love: he forgot all but that she was ineffably lovely and dear. She talked, and he stood looking at her. Then, suddenly, she felt his arms about her and his lips kissing her face and hair and eyes. She could feel his great passion and something m her broke down : for the fire in her own heart was started. Then ihey broke apart and stood staring at each other there in the moonlight. Bach knew what had been done, and each knew that their lives were not to be like other lives. (). you must go away; you must never see me again, for you have given yourself to God. and—and—Oh ! you must go. and you must—forget me. Go now. while I have the courage to send you! God help you—-and me!” Both were appalled at the mistake; and when the monk could think, he regretted that he had not seen life in its full richness before twenty; and that, having taken the vows, he could not have lived up to them. Then came days and months of questioning whether he should throw over the holy vows; whether he should not do as others had done; why he should not love and be loved. At length came doubt if life were worth the living: doubt of future and everlasting life: doubt whether there was a God. Mis soul had been still struggling with the weary, weary problem when he. in passing, was drawn into the church by a cry of soft, low music which touched with a strange, vibrant force a chord in his own sick heart. He knelt, and as he tried to pray, the falterings. the struggles, the doubts gave way to a passiveness which he could not understand. He had heard but not seemed conscious of the music until it had permeated his whole being. Then, filled with responsive sympathy, he read in the prayerful outpourings the musician's plea to the God of his music-loving soul for a life less dissolute, less out of accord with his divine gift. And the voice of the passionate cry was heard and answered, if not in the wrecked life of the organist, at least in the storm-tossed heart of the churchman. Now he knew the soothing tenderness of the bather and felt the desire to want to be right. Slowly he passed down the aisle out into the solitary, moonlighted streets. He had suffered, and now there was peace. LEXORE STEPHEN'S. - 29 - THE MISSION OF A PAINTER •MSMM There is a world of beauty in pictures, though it escapes the notice of many; because, while they wish to see it, they do not know how. They have not learned that the worth of a picture depends much Ivss upon its subject than upon the artist's conception and treatment of it; that before we can read the picture, we must know the painter. Kor the life of the artist and his environment have much to do with his creations. Raphael had a pleasure-loving nature, seeing beauty in everything. lie loved to depict life's cheerful face, her gentler phases. He is remembered above all else as a painter of Madonnas. Ilis portraits are marvels of character portaval; his own best thoughts and noblest ideas have been translated for them into form. We read his highest moments in his Sistine Madonna, or in his Betrothal of Mary and Joseph; or we feel his very religion in “The Transfiguration. While Raphael peoples his canvas with creatures of another realm. Rembrant draws his material from the common world about us. In place of the fair women and charming children with whom Raphael delights us. he chooses his models from wrinkled old men and beggars. If in the first glance at his pictures we see only a transcript of common life, a second look discovers something in this common existence that we have never before seen there. e look again, and we see behind the commonplace exterior the poetry of the inner life. All his life Rembrant observed and remembered. hen a small boy he would sit by the dikes in Holland and note the great mills, the bargemen, and the cattle grazing on the low. flat country. These with easy skill he transferred to the paper which was his contsant sketching companion. We have all seen copies of that masterpiece of Da Vinci, in whom Italian art reached its climax . ere we able to look at the original canvas we would cease to say. 1 his is only a picture. It would become a mysterious reality; something to be studied and appreciated. Millet's peasants are types of thousands in the humble walks of life, patiently bearing their burdens, though the world has long neglected them .Yet in Millet’s conception they are no less men. brave men and heroes. Millet, so enamored of toil and the fields, was allied to them, indeed, bv the very fibre of his nature. It was the tenderness and love of the peasant grandmother which helped to inspire the speaking souls of his peasant women. Deeply touched by the mi man side of the wdrld he says: “The gay side of life never shows itself to me. The gayest thing ! know is the calm, the silence, which is so sweet.” What is it we admire in “The Sower? A hundred - 30 - living artists could excel the drawing. It is the thought, the conception of heroism in humble life that strikes and appeals. In his own words, his aim was “to paint the soul.' He has given us lfie as he felt it. He has demonstrated that a grand subject is not necessary to the making of a grand picture: while a very homely one truly and sympathetically treated may open the very gates to the spiritual. At Munich is a picture of the “Christ on the Cross. by Rubens. It i the dead Christ hanging there alone in the night with drooped he-’d and flowing hair; while in the background is a black sky over the distant Jerusalem. There is no color of consequence: it is not ov rly-well drawn: but there is about it the blinding horror of the scene, the intensity of darkness. Irresistibly the conviction rushes upon you that the crucified one hanging upon the cross is not a mere human being, but the real Son of God. How the mind of Rubens ( ver soared so high as to grasp that conception, baffles comprehension. rhe object of painting is not to see how closelv the artist can niitatc nature. Imitation never made anything worth looking at the s cond time. A painter has the sense of sight, which, when trained, enables him to see more beauties and deeper meanings in nature than do the great majority of mankind. Painting is a language. and trees, sky. water, men. cities and buildings are but symbols of ideas which play their part in the relation. Study the canvas closely, and in it will be found the man. Raphael’s character was as beautiful and fair as his Sistine Madonna : Carot's as full of soft radiance as the light of his Y’ille d'Avray. Michael Angelo’s art. which has so impressed us. is but the power of his personal character: ami Millet’s Sower is but the embodiment of Millet, the peasant painter. It is chiefly the man, his views and ideas, that make the canvas glow with life. FLOR IX E FULKERSON. - 31 - WHERE THE MAJORITY RULES .k.w'i:T • Society has its leaders; institutions of learning have their intellectual sages; politics has its influential men; every movement lias its directing genius. There must be some important agent which determines that these people shall be recognized as the champions in their lespeetive spheres. This factor is the product of intellectual activity; a result of discriminating investigation and judgment, and the fruit of honest and straightforward dealings in business affairs. But it is better recognized in the term “public opinion.” Public opinion is a powerful governing force in all civilized countries; it is the opinion of separate individuals, though not ther thoughts taken separately. The phrase is used to express both the sentiments and desires, as well as the frank avowals which prevail among the people. In the early days, with narrow interests bounded bv individual hopes and fears, paradoxical as it may seem, we were simultaneously a religious and a warlike people. Gradually there developed a scientific. a philosophic, and a political opinion, hears were held within bounds by reason, and hope was extended from the personal to the National, the universal cause. At the end of the Revolution there was a more definitely crystalized and extensive universal thought than at the beginning. W e grow by movements, and every advance makes a new demand upon thought and voice. As the electrical current binds city with city and point with point, so does the current voice of the people bind state with state and nation with nation ; and even as recklessness in the regulation of the electrical transmission leads to catastrophe, so does carelessness in the control of the popular element in the afifairs of mankind lead to disaster. During the campaign which made him governor of New ork. Mr. Hughes said: “The voice of the people is the voice of God. when tcason and conscience hold sway, and the man that would corrupt public opinion is the most dangerous enemy of the state. Every corrupter should be condemned and every citizen should do his best toward maintaining sound principles on public matters. 1 he instigator of sedition, the leader of maddened mobs, is a criminal before the high court of reason. An angry outburst is not the voice of careful judgment. and the frenzied shout of a frantic people is not an expression of true opinion. Newspapers are too often conducted for the purpose of making money and abusing the interests of the people, not for conveying information and honestly presenting the public cause. By relating the trials and convictions of all classes, bv erving down and slandering, they do much toward corrupting and causing dissension among the people. Editors have in their hands a sacred trust. They are. as it were, keepers of national interests: moulders of men’s minds. Wrc um to them for an epitome of the day’s investigations and conclu- - 32 - sions; we ask for the true portrait of the man before the public eye; we seek at their source for the very well-spring of our social and political knowledge. They should, indeed, be conversant with the I nancial and social conditions of affairs and should be ready to face the real problems. Nor does the burden of influence rest entirely with the greater organs of thought. There is no one who does not in some way iflu-ence others; nor are we ever cjnite aware how potent is this power. The sentence of the mass is in its component parts but the words of the people. Many men do wrong today who would not if the majority of the people would lift the moral plane higher. Some things are not wrong when indulged in by one or a few persons, but for the common good of the people these things must he prohibited. 'I'llis law may not seem just in all cases, but we must accept it, since there will ever be a sac-lifice of the few for the many. It is an intellectual actuality that the world is falling away from the old method of letting the man in office rule.and is traveling toward that higher standard where lie only works out. writes and enforces the will of the mass. Newspapers, railroads, and means of transportation, public meetings. and a general education are making it possible for the people to assume a greater responsibility in government. Roosevelt’s power lav in the fact that he listened to and put into operation the popular theory. In his message in 1907 he said, regarding the question of taxation “Such a subject needs long and careful study that the people may become familiar with what is proposed to be done, and may make up their minds just how far they are willing to go in the mater.” Today legislative enactments regarding railway rates, postal savings banks, and other national improvements are being moulded by the sentiments of a thinking people. All signs indicate that we are speedily exhibiting a true public opinion in the United States. Knowing this to be a fact, let us each and everyone, as we now take up our duties in the world, see that public opinion and its power is not allowed in any way to fall from its rapidly developing upward scale. MAE BARNES. - 33 - FRIENDSHIP In the purple dusk of even. When the stars were peeping out Before the moon had yet arisen And the fireflies flitted 'bout— Down the dear old homeward street, With its heavy perfume sweet. I walked in vainly seeking quest ()f the something (of the best) Which I long for. Something seemed to tell of you; Something stole my thoughts anew; And tho' I wanted someone near. Someone who was very dear. Yet I wondered, could you be That which I have hoped to see— To find—somewhere upon this earth ? ()ne who could enjoy my mirth. And. if sorrow came to me, Still my help and comfort be; One who would give sympathy: Who to love bad found the key? And I thought. “Perhaps 'tis she, Tho’ in times of deepest need She lias disappointed me. And has never given heed And has never quite fulfilled That wild longing of my heart. Shall 1 still grow nearer to her? Shall 1 hold my arms out to her But to find that she can be. Ah's! just as other friends to me? She can answer—she. not I, For I do not know the why ( )f such things upon this earth. But perhaps it is not given 'Til mv soul climbs nearer heaven. LEXORE STEPHENS. 9 Virgil I bad been translating When your note was handed me. I at once 'gan contemplating; For a long tinv thought of thee: Have I been a comfort to her? Have 1 always shared her mirth? - 34 - Or, when feelings were contrary. Have I forgotten friendship’s worth? Would not this slight suggestion Be a good one to fulfill? Home folk answer now the question : Tho’ they’ve faults we love them still. So I will grow nearer to her; Try to always understand. May we ever to each other Lend a friend’s supporting hand. ALICE CHAPMAN. WILL OF THE CLASS OF 1910 By Amy Stoneking. We, the members of the Senior Class of the Macomb High School, in the County of McDonough and State of Illinois, being of average intellect and physique, and considering the uncertainty of a diploma with all credits therein stated, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament, and do thereby annul all other wills and promises heretofore made by us. First, We devise and bequeath to the oncoming Class of Xine-teen-Eleven our ability to converse freely in the German language; ii write compositions in English which have reached such an extent of excellency that one may be declared better than another by one one-thousandth of a per cent; to pass in English History by the art of close attention (that is. if we pass), and to aspire over and above anything of which the faculty deemed us capable. We also bequeath to you our Senior row in the study hall, hoping that you will keep it with the same tact and respect as we did; and lastly, our failures (if we had any). Second, To ye Silver and Lincoln-Green “Sophs. we bequeath our well-preserved laboratory note-books, approved with the initials M. E. T.; and finally, our sly and winsome wray. Third, We bequeath to the modest and shy little “Freshies our discretion; our artful thinking capacity; our determined resolutions to be the foremost; and the hope that you may some day be worthy to bear the name “Dignified Seniors.” — 35 — Fourth. To the school (the pupils as a whole) we bequeath the hope that you soon have the honor of occupying an entirely new building, fitted up with all care and skill; and our much beloved Faculty with any changes or improvements which you can make. Fifth. To the worthy and honorabe Faculty, we bequeath our best wishes for a successful career and as easy a time as such occupation permits. Also the extra amount of time which has heretofore been spent in keeping us in order: the said time to be devoted to the superintending the removal of the superfluous epitaphs inscribed upon the said desks in the English and Latin rooms of the said High School. To Mr. Burns, we bequeath all our histories, civics and political economics which we have collected during our journey in this “Vale of Sorrows; also the time which he has hitherto to earnestly spent in correcting our mistakes, and which is to be given exclusively to keeping and preserving of his “line of thought. In addition, we give and bequeath to his tender mercies those criminal instincts which have been carefully cherished and developed during our High School career. To Miss Tayler. We bequeath, for experimental purposes, all our petrified, artificial and real cats. Lastly. W e hereby nominate and appoint Ross Stephens to be the executor of this our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills and codicils bv us made. In witness whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seals, this first day of April, in the Year of ( hir Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ten (A. I). 1910). SENIOR CLASS OF 1910. (Seal) This instrument was. on the day of the date theretofore, signed, published and declared by the said testator. Senior Class of lqio. to be its last will and testament, in the presence of us. who. at its request, have subscribed our names hereto as witnesses, in its presence and in the presence of each other, believing the said Senior Class of 1910 to be, at the time of so subscribing our names as witnesses, as aforesaid. of average intellect and physique. MYRTLE RITTER. J. DALE LAWYER. - 36 - -37- JUNIOR CLASS ROLL Louise Seeley, President Nina Myers Belle Adams Minnie Newell ()scar Andrews Gladys Purdum Helen Dallam Louis Shryack Elliott Fisher Ross Stephens Olive (iasli Mary Sullivan Alleyne Godfrey Ethel Stuart Homer Hoffman Hazel Vernon Ralph Imes Blanche Wagle Anna Lawyer Florence Brooks Edna Metcalf Roscoe Tavlor - � — SOPHOMORE GLASS ROLL ( � «©«•« Ruby 11orton. President Margaret Allison Eulalie Baker Eva Byerly Neva Chadderdon W ayne Chadderdon Ray Cale Helen Dehority Lucrece East in Ray Gordon Mary Hites Earl Jones Howard Harding Helen Holliday Rudolph Leander Lily Lewis Florence Mickey Walter Millsom Eula Morris Vera Morris Ralph Stickle Dorothy Stinson Media Stoneking Loyd Terrill Wayne Townley Reba Van Etten Jewel W alter Susie Williams Robert Stickle -39 - FRESHMEN CLASS ROLL CiCMM Robert McDonald, President Ruby McBride Jeanette McClellan Beryl McGillivray Ruth McKee Mabel Miller Pearl Miller Clara Morey Frances Murphy Lucinda Norton George Parks Frances Simmons Nellie Simpson Helen Stephens Clifford Stocker Hazel Stookey Rhoda Sweigard Grace Terrill Otha Toland Cena Van Xattan Celia Willey Telsie Wilson Nada Woodworth Marjorie Moore Buenita Layton (irace Allison Nannie Allison Anna Armstrong Genevieve Bon well Ruth Branchfield May Braun Ina Braun Nellie Butterfield W illiam Compton Mildred E. Cox Beulah F. Decker Jessie Doney Gladys Downing Edgar Ernst Edna M. Fambach Mae Foster Alleyne Frost Garnet Horton Ruby Grigsby Enid Horrell William Knowles Rufus Leach Florence Legere Mary Duncan Clyde Filbert Carl Nesbitt — 40 — SOCIAL EVENTS cc-tc- Halloween Hayrack Ride Saturday, October thirty-first, nineteen hundred and eight, a jolly bunch of Juniors gathered on a mysterious, dark corner somewhere in the vicinity of the graveyard, for a hayrack ride, whither the will-o'-the- wisp might lead them. Our meeting place had to he very secret, for the Seniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen were on the lookout for ib. )ur chaps. Miss Atkinson and Miss Bryant, who were supposed to enable us to sustain our dignity, left theirs at home, so we were jolly Juniors throughout. The will-o-the-wisp seemed to lead eastward in the direction of Bardolph. and thither away went we. Soon all the mysterious packages we were carrying were opened, and peanuts, popcorn, cookies, maple-walnut candy, marshmallows, and fudge poured forth from those hags and boxes; and they sure were swell dope.’ Then, by the light of a skeleton’s head, we told ghost stories and caught ourselves furtively glancing over our shoulders. '1 he shivers certainly led themselves a merry chase up and down our .spines while Miss Bryant told the horrible story of The Fall of the House of Usher.” After a while we came to Bardolph .thru which we rode singing songs and yelling for M. H. S. and the Red and White.” The people having been scared out of their wits, upon recovering (which was just as we rounded the corner and turned our hacks on Bardolph) sent several pistol shots flying after us. Later we learned that we just missed a soaking, which was turned on another hayrack load. Then, at a late hour, when the moon had risen, she might have seen some very weary Juniors going homeward thru the streets of the city—tired, though still under the enthusiastic influence of The Red and the White.’ LENORE STEPHENS. Junior Picnic It was the last Friday before final exam's, and many of us quaked with apprehension and fear whenever we thought of the agony awaiting us. But for this day we resolved to forget all such worries and cares, and to make our last day together as Juniors one long to be- remembered. The day was ideal for the picnic—for it was with a picnic that we determined to celebrate the day. After school we girls hustled about getting up the eats and the boys went after the hayrack. About six o’clock the jolly Juniors began to appear at the appointed place with baskets and bundles that looked very tempting. After all the stragglers and the belated hayrack had arrived, we sallied forth - 41 — under the chaperonage of Miss Tayler. As it was late when we reached the woods, we immediately spread out the tablecloths and loaded them with the contents of the baskets. When we all thought we were so full we couldn’t possibly stow away any more, and were preparing to pack tip things for tin home ride, twc f the boys suddenly disappeared and returned soon with something which looked suspiciously like an ice cream freezer, and sure enough it was. When we saw the chocolate contents, we found that we had larger capacities than we thought for,, and I don’t believe any of us ever tasted better ice cream than we ate then out of dishes improvised out of orange peel and pasteboard plates . We lingered around the bonfire until it grew rather dusky and then mounted the hayrack again to go wherever our inclination led us—which place proved to be Colchester. After going over a road seldom used, with hills so steep that some had to clamber off the hayrack and walk up, we finally arrived at our destination, only to find the inhabitants asleep tnd to be chased out of town because of our singing. The home ride proved rather tedious, and in the wee small hours one might have seen a hayrack drawn by tired horses wending its wav slowly into the city, its load of luniors tired and sleepv. but withal that air of satisfaction which atends when one knows he has done something well. ARIE KFA'N’ER. Moonlight Excursion Late in the fall of nineteen hundred and nine, the Senior Class was much revived by the fresh, crisp atmosphere of the season, accompanied bv the beautiful moonlight nights. Under these influences a class ride was suggested, and well was the thought carried out, for early in the afternoon the town people might have noticed Senior boys walking the streets and occasionally stopping to speak to an elderly getnleman who usually owned a fine team and a convenient means of conveyance. For some time things were quiet, yet down in their bosoms there was a burning which made the heart go faster and the time go slower. Finally the time to start arrived. A fine team, a good omnibus, a merry company and a dignified chaperone were gathered. Now who wouldn’t have a good time? The rattling of the heavy wheels on the pavement was not as consoling as were the thoughts of the beautiful country to come. Yet die feeling of dissatisfaction over the necessity of this first part of the ride was doubly overcome by a large sack of popcorn which was well prepared by one of the company. Although the hack was payed for, it seemed quite the custom to walk much of the time. This privilege. to be sure, was not enjoyed by all at the same time. After traveling for some ten miles and finding ourselves within range of a small neighboring town, the suggestion was offered that - 42 — we stop for some time to rest the horses. We promptly stopped at Bushnell, and while the horses were enjoying their well-deserved rest, the class retired to a large dining hall where a menu of oyster oup and beans was served. This may not sound very appetizing to some of the lower classmen, hut wait until you arc Seniors. Promptly at eleven o’clock we started home, and well did we enjoy the midnight air before Macomb came into sight, and welcome were its towering smokestacks which brought with them the thoughts of home and mother. Soon after these thoughts had taken possession of our minds we turned in on the streets of Macomb, and welcome was the familiar noise of the rattling wheels on the brick pavement, and soon we had disposed of the sleepy participants of the evening’s pleasure at their various homes. ROYAL RITCHIE. Junior Reception to the Seniors ()n the twentieth day of April, 910. each Senior received a red roll tied with white ribbon. The mystery was solved by opening this, for on the inside was a beautiful hand-painted white rose in the shade of which lav the invitation to a reception to be given in our honor at the pavilion in the Holmes Amusement Park. This immediately aroused interest; for the place suggested dancing, roller-skating, rowing, and all those things which delight people of High School age; the time told that the evening was near at hand; and the hosts and hostesses promised the most pleasing associations. The building was decorated in class and school pennants and thi lights were covered with red crape paper. The cozy corners were in abundance, and the north porch near the lake looked especially inviting. When all the guests had arrived, the dance programs were distributed, and in a very short time the cards were filled. The first on the program was the grand march, led by Mr. Wells and Miss McGlinch, who were followed by about thirty select couples. A delightful evening was spent in all of the above mentioned pastimes and refreshments were served as follows: Graham and peanut sandwiches, salmon salad and cucumber pickles, cake, ice cream and salted almonds. Mr. Richey, the class photographer, took a fine flashlight, and with a health to 1911. perhaps the most elaborate and successful reception ever given the Seniors bv the Juniors came to a close. — « - RIOT OF THE WHITE HATS c ooe«« Class spirit ran high in the year 1909 and ’to. not only among tlu Juniors and Seniors, hut the Freshmen also were greatly stirred. Fired with a desire to help the Seniors, a Freshman’s voice so nearly resembled a Junior’s thru the telephone that we easily got wind of the whereabouts and intentions of the Juniors on a certain fair-wea-ther-overhead-and-mud-underfoot evening. Messengers were seen in the dusk of that closing day carrying the news. Smothered laughter and hurried words were exchanged when Senior met Senior. The appointed meeting place was the High School building. Out of the enrolled twenty-four, ten people assembled to uphold the honor of the red and white. A class hat sat proudly on each head and wore as determined an aspect as any of the wearers. Five girls and five boys started forward on that fatal night to carry out arrangements made in haste. As the steady tread of the ten pairs of shoes passed the Principal's resting place, he peered out into the darkness only to withdraw his head, for what could one man, scarce out of his teens, do against such an army. Onward they plowed with a determined mischief shining forth from their very faces. The police looked on them, but folded their arms and stood bv hopelessly, and began to speculate what would he the result of such an onward movement. They reached the house which contained those jolly Juniors. What could be done in order to induce them outside of those four walls. Ten pairs of beady eves looked in at a vindow and eyed the Junior party scrutinizingly. Something terrible must be done. Mr. M-------, our Johnny-on-the-spot with sug- gestions, came forward with these words: “Friends and fellow partners in the ensuing crime, brought here by the same righteous indignation, 1 have conceived of a way by which we can compel those - 44 — people to leave the house. If there is anyone here who wishes to wash his hands of the affair, at my command step out of the ranks this istant.” A breathless silence followed, but no one stirred. Again the eutteral voice broke thru the chill of the evening. Those who are willing to share the results, whatever they may be, follow me.” Ten bodies rose and sank on the soft mushy ground. They reached the pavement and halted, there to remain until their leader should return from the city. Overly eager to bring something to pass, the company almost marked time while they waited. At last the anxious watchers heard the echo of the coming leader as he ponderously neared the spot where he had left them. Just before he I'-’d covered the last block, an odorous wave almost swept the band off their feet. The nine bodies swayed for an instant, but urged each other to steadiness bv the mention of their honor. As a result of casting lots, the black ball rolled at the feet of a erv conscientious young man, but without the slightest visible hesitation he approached the house carrying the bottle of carbon-di-sulphide. When he had turned off the lights on the porch, the thoughtless Juniors swarmed to the door and tilled the hall. The door opened, and as the strong arm of the Senior swung forward the bottle containing the tirey substance entered the dwelling. Some of the fluid entered a girl's optic and the Seniors were railed against. A doctor was called, the eye washed out and bandaged. The steady tramp of the army of ten could be heard going home to mother. Should they appear at school the next morning? Certainly, or without a doubt the exact company could be picked out. Ten people lay through the long hours of the night in their respective homes on restless pillows. Ten pale-faced Seniors were enrolled at chapel the next morning and asked innocently concerning the cause of the bandaged eye. The Superintendent appeared the first period in 'he morning with disheveled hair; one of the pale faces was beckoned from the room. With shaking knees and bowed head she neared die office door in the wake of the Superintendent. But what one out of the company the night before could have foretold, even in his most delirious imanginings. what object would meet their eyes on entering that office! There, in that dreaded blue suit, brass buttons and silver star, sat the marshal of our city, tilted back in an office chair. Each one of the ten went through the same awful fear and answered those fatal questions. ALICE CHAPMAN. — 45 — « Freshmen Reception to the Seniors • = « On the eleventh of April, the members of the Senior Class each received a small white invitation decorated in red. saying that the Class of 1913 were at home to the Class of 1910 and the faculty at the High School building at eight o'clock. Saturday, at the time appointed, the guests began to assemble. The lower hall was decorated with bands of the nineteen-ten class colors—red and white— and pennants of various schools and clubs. At the foot of the stairway three red pennants were hung: the center one with a white “S on it, the other two with white “tens.” It was lighted by rows of Japanese lanterns. The guests gathered around the piano in the upper hall and. after a time, a musical contest was played, the prize being won by William Harris. Another game was played, Arie Kenner winning in this. The two prizes were beautifully hand-painted posters. After this ihe guests formed for the grand march to the laboratory, which had been transformed into a banquet hall by the decorations of red and white, and pennants of other schools and long tables. These tables were lighted with many candelebra filled with red and white candles. The place cards were white cards with red and white ribbons and red seals in one corner . The souvenirs were red and white pennants. After a two-course banquet was served, which consisted of potato salad, peanut and ham sandwiches, fruit salad, potato chips, cucumber pickles and olives, ice cream, brown and white cake and salted peanuts we were entertained by the toasts. Mr. Charles C. Wells presided as toastmaster, and the following toasts were given: Welcome to 1910 ..................Robert McDonald Response to 1913.....................Alice Chapman M. 11. S. of the Hast...................J. C. Burns M. H. S. of the Present .............Alfred Wayland M. II. S. of the Future ............Ursula Kennedy M. H. S. of Tomorrow..............Hope McGillivray Class Spirit ........................William Harris A few minutes before twelve the guests and entertainers left the dear old school house. It was the first time in the history of the school that the Freshmen had entertained the Seniors, and they certainly were royal entertainers. Hurrah for 1913!! - — THE PRESENTATION OF THE CANE 5� ® SS ®«0 As an institution gathers age there prow up about it certain traditions and sentiments which bind the initiate to it with tendrils that become a part of the very life. We laud the practical; grasp after the commerciM: but we fast.n our sum of happiness on that which knows no commensurable measure of value. The one in time outlives its use: the other grows more potent with age. ( )ur school, in common with others, has its little quota of traditions. not the least of which is centered about the Senior Cane. The history of this cane, with its attendant formality, dates back only to the Class of ’06. It was this class who purchased the cane, attached to it a silver plate inscribed with their year, and further ■idomed it with their colors: then passed it on to the 07s with the commission that it should be kept inviolate while it was under their charge. The present Senior Class was not unique in the expression of a certain pride of possession when, on March 31 19 0- Mr. hrederick Kerman, in behalf of the Class of '09, surrendered the protectorate of this precious legacy to Miss Alice Chapman, president of the Class of 1910. And yet. as it was received with a few well chosen words of acceptance, it became evident that the very resignation served as another link to bind class to class, and alumni to Alma Mater. So with this, the first of the graduate ceremonies, the Class of 1910 entered upon its new relationship to those who have preceded, and accepted its new dutv to those who shall follow. MARY A. HUGHES. - « - THE RIVALS The first plays ever attempted by our High School were the two presented by the Class of 1903. Both, given in one evening at the Chandler Opera House, were rather short and very amusing, and were greeted with such interest on the part of the public that the classes since, with a few exceptions, have afforded some very entertaining evenings with their plays. Until this year the plays have been of modern times, and tho very interesting in plot and unusually well presented, have not been of the more difficult ones. As the class of 1910 had in it some very strong members. Miss Mary A. Hughes, instructor of English, deemed them capable of presenting a classic. As the result of a close study of the class, individually, and a consideration of a play suitable to them. Joseph Jefferson’s version of The Rivals was chosen. The play was written by Richard Brinsley Sheridan. The events take place in Bath. England, at about the time of 1790. and since that time has been a favorite play among professionals. The class were very fortunate in securing Mr. L. A. Mainline as their director. He spent much time and energy on the undertaking, and has certainly proven himself to be a master hand at that kind of work. The players and trainer may consider themselves congratulated on account of the very large crowd which attended the play. It was declared to be one of the most successful home talent entertainments ever given in the city. CAST OF CHARACTERS. Sir Anthony Absolute ........ Captain Jack Absolute........ Bob Acres ................... Faulkland ................... Sir Lucius O’Trigger ........ Fag ) David t Thomas, a servant............ Lucy, a maid................. Julia ....................... Lydia Languish .............. Mrs. Malaprop ............... Scene—Bath. England. ..Mr. Alfred Wayland . . Mr. William 11 arris ...Mr. Maurice Foster ...Mr. Royal Ritchie ...Mr. Harold McKee ....Mr. Dale Lawyer .....Mr. Elliott Fisher ..Miss Laura Chandler ..Miss Evelyn Wyne ..Miss Alice Chapman Miss Ursula Kennedy Time 1760. - 48 - Laura (when the book was first talked of)—“()h, say! won’t a book be the grandest thing!” I’rsula—-“(lee, kid! we can’t do it . It’d cost twenty-five dollars.” Mr. Wells speaks of the “present condition of chivalry” in the English History class. Before he has finished. Miss Stinson benefits bv the talk and gets on the floor to procure Rudolph’s pencil for him. Man in seat behind—“Would you please remove your hat. ma-dame?” Miss Hughes—“Thank you; I can see very well.” One of Miss Stephens’ stories was being explained over in the cloak room. Miss Kenner—“Ach! Isn't it great ?” Miss Chapman—“O-o-h !(sings) what's the use of dreaming?” Mr.Wells appears—“None here. Miss Chapman. Miss Hughes attends plav-prac-tice, and is accompanied home one evening by Mr. Hainline. Next evening some discussion is had over the procedure of a certain scene. Sir. II. settles it— “We’ll have to leave out the kissing: Miss Hughes doesn’t believe in it.” Miss Barnes wishes a copy of Sheets and Kelley’s works. The new principal passes thru the hall the first day of the school year. Miss Kenner is interested at once: “That’s a real nice looking kid: I hope he’ll be in our class. There was a discussion in the German class concerning the meaning, in that case, of the word “schon.” Miss McGillivray settles it beyond a doubt: “It means beautiful, of course: for it says he goes out into forest and pounds his face.” The class laughs, but Miss Pon er sees nothing funny. The”ragged retinue” springs into play. “I love mv Harold, but oh. vou Bill!!”' — 51 - PERHAPS. Oh, Mr. Wells is cross as a bear. But we just laugh; don’t really care. Perhaps his Blanche has turned him down. Or something worse has come around. Perhaps Miss Ponzer wanted a date. And he was too young to sit up late. Perhaps Miss Tavlor gave him a lecture, And how to improve he tried to conjecture. Perhaps Mr. Bruns gave him a scolding On the ci'iz nship he ought to he holding. Perhaps Miss Hughes doesn't like his slang. And he’d like to tell her “Go hang! But we make allowance: get out of his way. And hope he’ll feel better some future day. Editor-in-Chief—We want to know what the faculty think of a book for this year. Miss Hughes—I like it: hut it should have been begun in the fall. Miss Ponzer—( h. you should have begun that the first of the year. You people will have so much work piled upon you! Mr. Burns—I’v been wanting the classes to do something like that. Mr. Wells— Well— ah ! That is usually done in the Junior year. Proverbs of a High School Student. He that withholdeth help in English, the student shall curse him; hut blessing shall he upon the head of him who lendeth freely of his Latin translations. They that come to class without hooks are an abomination unto Miss Ponzer: hut they that need not to he called on are her delight. The fear of Mr. Wells insureth deportment; hut the days of those who regard him not shall be shortened. It is as sport to a Freshman to do mischief ; hut a Senior in his understanding hath wisdom. The favor of Miss Tavler af-fordeth comfort and he that hath it shall rest easy; he shall not he visited with low grades. A false grading is abomination unto the students hut common sense therein is their delight. Tho hand join in hand, the color rushers shall not go unpunished. hut shall he called each one to the office. Grades gotten by taking from others shall he diminished; hut those gathered by individual study shall increase. When the waves of trouble assail you. call on Mr. Burns; lie will understand and comfort you. If you should not agree in English. keep thine own counsel or you shall recit e a “sting.” If you want your head to be safe.don’t join the ragged retinue. I liree - year - old Charlotte— Want to see dollie’s appetite?” Aunt Alice—“Yes; what is it like?’ - 52 - Charlotte — “Why, appertite’s like beans. Mary baked a little cake, Which was as white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went That cake was sure to go. It went with her to school one day, hich was against the rule; It mole the pupils envy her, To see (h it cake at school. She took it to the office then, I'er Virgil to translate; I t angrv mood came Mr. Burns, Saw that—()h, then smiled and ate. Twinkle, twinkle. Billy dear. What a hit you’ve made up here! I’p above us all so high, W e must kneel till you pass by. I ife is real, life is earnest, And it might he more sublime If all not only asked her, But would take her every time. Miss Mary II.. with hopeful look, S'1 dreaming of the hour When some youi g man in suppli-ance bent Should tremble at her power. There was a Tub who went afloat I’pon life's stormy sea: lie thought his feet were cpiite a treat (They were the boats you see). Am “Arie lass came to his side. Wanting a ride was she. Me looked about.then took her in ; There’s room for two. quoth he. The ragged retinue has a dinner of prepared spite. If you want to keep peace in the laboratory, Take care when you tell your whereabouts story. If you alwavs have been to the M. E. church. That's the best place; don’t for a better search. Farewell! Bare well! But this 1 tell To thee, thou Faculty! He teicheth well who knoweth well I 'ovv through mv schemes to see. He feeleth best who is at rest With all things, great and small. When 1 to manhood will have grown, I shall outshine you all. l)er Lehrer, den wir alle, liehen Wird mit tins sehr svmpathish sein, Wird gutig denken und werstehen Wenn wir guneilen stimmen ein X’ur menig Gluck zu machen. Mit alterMacht wird er versuehen Xicht mtr ein Lehrer auch ein Freund zu sein Auch mit den I listen und dem Lieduns zu freiwillig helfen. Demi in der Zukunft ist es nicht die Buchern tief allein Die wir im Leben branchen. Evelyn—If there's anything she tries to do. it is to avoid talking to you. Harry—I can be a gentleman if occasion offers. Mae—Whatever you say. she’ll have her own way. Laura—All's quiet after she is gone. Alice—Fire flies when oppositions arise. Florine—Come down among us; we re not so worse. - W - Zella — Everybody knows be can step on her toes. Ursula—Whatever I do, you must do too. Alfred—What I tell, forsooth, is a slam on truth. Harold—He’s as stubborn as he is big. Maurice — He’ll say nothing nice, when he thinks ’twill entice. Lenore—In whatever position, she shows opposition. Arie—When I laid by my toys, I went after the boys. Royal—lie laughs and jokes with too many folks. Alta—(let out of my path: you’ve aroused mv wrath. Amy—Tho the teachers resist, she still will persist. Hope—Her soul is such that she smiles too much. William—Whatever the pleasures these wooings afford. I'll always be a perseverance reward. Agnes—Ready to promise, but not to fulfill. Marguerite—(). I wish I hadn’t have tarried : bv this time I might have been married. Mary—Tho a teacher were my foe, whenever she says I willingly g°- Dale—Too easily led by “Seldom Fed.” Myrtle—If she sould see how she looks when she slams her books. Alice—Say, I would like to be a boy long enough to see what kind of a girl I’d pick out. Ursula—Oh! I know whom I’d pick out already—Harold R. Maurice—I’m afraid I’ll never get to be classed among the Alma Maters of this school. Mr. Wells, the day after a talk was made in chapel in behalf of “The Rivals,” which the students appreciated to the full—We are tired of The Rivals.” Even then it wasn’t what Mr. Burns wanted him to say. ()n April 22. his Blanche appeared in chapel to inform the student body that “her heart was his.’’ We were glad to hear it. Wanted—The name of the man I'm going to marry.—M. II. Wanted—Some truthful yarn to darn my reputation.—A. W. Wanted—Help in governing the High School students.—Faculty. Rudolph—'Ibis history is hard: I haven’t enough “consecration to learn all those events. The ragged retinue, tho once vanquished, still insists on biting again. Get a license from Mr. Leander to graduate from the “ragged retinue to the “conservative element.” What loud uproars burst from that door? The“quartette”hath assembled : The tenor was like a creaking floor: The bass a cow resembled. The Senior Class with colors bright. The red one and the hoar, Is gone: and now the key has turned And locked the school house door. ROSS STEPHENS, Winner of the Gold Medal in the Bovs Oratorical Contest, Mon-month, 111., May 6. BELLE ADAMS. Winner of the Silver Medal in the Girls' Declamatory Contest. Monmouth. 111., May 6. GEORGE SMITH MAURICE FOSTER FRANK McGINNIS HAROLD McKEE HARRY GARDNER WILLIAM HARRIS - 56 - ALUMNI NOTES In whatever respects the Macomb High School may fail in the great work of education, there is one thing it does for its students in a remarkable degree. It inspires them for the higher and richer things of life. During the past year no less than forty-eight of its alumni were in higher institutions. They are as follows: The entire corps of teachers of the Logan School are graduates of the Macomb High School. Isabelle Roberts. 1868, resides in Visalia. California. Sarah A. I’illsbury, 1868. now Mrs. Fairfield, is living in Minneapolis. Ella Kerman, 1869, married Rile Kelley, General Attorney of the Union Pacific Railroad. She resides in Los Angeles, California. Frank J. Blount i8fx), founder and for many years the successful manager of a large stoneware company, has retired from business and now lives in Phoenix, Arizona. Sarah A. Ervin. 1870. married J. Y. VVyne, a successful drygoods merchant of Macomb. Orville M. Powers, 1870. is the president of the Metropolitan Business College. Giicago. one of the largest institutions of its kind in the Middle W est. Isaac M. Martin. 1870, is a successful physician in La Harpe, Illinois. Warren P� . Clisby. 1872. is fore- man of one of the large grain elevators in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Joseph B. Monfort, 1872, is a successful dentist in Fairfield, Iowa. Thomas McDavitt, 1872, is a practicing physician in Winona, Minnesota. Mary M. McDavitt, 1873. is the wife of Professor Mussel man, founder and proprietor of the Gem City Business College,Quincy, Illinois. A. W. McCandless. 1873. president of the Hutchison Bank, Hutchison, Kansas. Joseph Hays, 1874. is on the editorial staff of the Interior, Chicago, the official organ of the Presbyterian Church in the Middle West. Mary A. Gilmore, 1875, now Mrs. Culbertson, is a clerk in the Census ()ffice in Washington, I). C. Edna Bonham. 1876, married William Damron. She resides in St. Louis, Mo. George W. Kendrick, 1877, for many years has been superintendent of the Public Schools of Leavenworth Kansas. J. B. Blazer. 1877, is the representative of the American Book Company in Kansas. Charles D. Brewster. 1878. is employed bv the Macomb Sewer P'pe Company of this city. He is an expert accountant. George H. Damron. 1879. is the inspector of the State militia and member of the State Dental Board. - 57 - B. F. McLean, 1879, is vice-president of the Union National Bank of this city, one of the largest banking institutions in Western Illinois. J. M. Pace. 1879, for twelve years was Superintendent of Schools of McDonough County. He is president of the Board of Education in Macomb. Frank H. Gloyd, 1879, s a banker in Washington. Charles H. Whittaker ,1880, is the editor of a daily paper in Clinton, Missouri. Frank L. Holland. 1880. is the president of the Bank and Trust Company in Sacramento, California. Walter Wyne, 1880, is president of the Vermont Bank, at Vermont. Illinois. Gertrude VanHoesen, 1885, is the instructor in metal in the Elementary School of the University of Chicago. George Scott. 1888. cashier of the Macomb National Bank, and Marry Blount. 1889, the leading shoe merchant of this city, toured Europe together last summer, visiting England, Scotland, France, Italy, Germany, and other countries in Europe. Nellie VanFfoesen, 1889, is practicing medicine in the city of Chicago. Winfry Farwcll. 1889.who married Mr. Darby, has just been elected State President of the P. E. O. Sisterhood. Ria Bartleson, 1890. married Benjamin B. Hampton, founder and publisher of Hampton’s Magazine, New York City. She resides at Yonkers. Edna J. Hill, 1890, is matron of the Marietta Phelps Hospital and superintendent of the Primary Department of the Presbyterian Sunday School. Edwin L. Brockway, 1893, electrical engineer, is the General Feeder foreman of the New York City Railroad Company, having charge of the electrical equip-nient and the general management of the running of the entire system of street cars in the city. It is the largest street car system in the world. Effie Dunn, 1886, Mrs. E. L. Carr, is missioniary in China. She was in the Boxer uprising of 1900. She is located at Tai Mingfu, North China. She is connected with South Chih-li Mission. Sadie McMillan 1893. graduated last year at the University of Illinois and at present is a teacher in the primary department of the Public Schools of Champaign. I fie Tuttle 1896 is a stenographer in the employ of A. G. Spalding, New York City. Coring Provine 1898. graduated in the School of Architecture in the University of Illinois. He married Bertha Walker, 1898, and is practicing his profession in Seattle, Washington. Clarence R. Williams. 1901, is acquiring a great reputation as a theatrical manager. He has been the advance agent for several prominent troupes. Gaillard Knappenberger, 1902, is a practicing physician in Pullman. Illinois. George Knappenberger, 1902, is an interne in St. Luke’s hospital .Chicago. William J. McCaughey is a lieutenant in the United States Army. — 58 — '•'i'V Urt-V «JN • •. v tf • w V ■ .. : .-5s ;2i� a ■