Madison High School - Trojan / Madisonian Yearbook (Madison, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 106 of the 1919 volume:

The J metecn jfi ®olume ©ne tdublipbeb in tf)t pear nineteen bunbreb and nineteen bp the Senior Claps of iHabipon Iblffh rl)ool, abison, 3llinoip. '“ I Irblcatton ffle. tlje rlaaa of 1919. im moat ainrerrly anil gratefully iiriiirate tljia, tlrr firat ool- urnr of tlfe“Ninetertt”,to our parenta rnljn ljatie ao aelf-aarrifiringly ronrrntrateii iljeir iutrreata anil Btrength to tlje promo- tion of our mrlfare: anil mljo ljaur maiie possible tliia glorioua iuatitution. the fHaiiiaon iiigb rljool. THE NINETEEN M. H. S. FOREWORD T the beginning of this school year, a sugges- tion was made in the Senior class to the effect that the M. H. S. students have a school paper. This suggestion was enthusiastically re- ceived, just as all new ideas are, and a com- mittee was appointed to investigate the practicability of the enterprise. Needless to say, however, we soon found that the proposition was “too strong for our pocket-books.” We were a group of gloomy (but none the less digni- fied) seniors until someone breathed, “Why not have an annual?” That was the spark that lit the flame. Certainly we’d have an annual. Every progressive school has one, so why shouldn’t we? We should; we cculd; we would ; and we did—Q. E. D. As this is the first attempt of the school at anything of this kind, we have been handicapped through lack of a precedent and experience. Yet, on the whole, we feel very well satisfied with our accomplishment. We extend our thanks to all those in school and out who have aided us in the furtherance and success of our plan. We take this opportunity to bid all of our old school- mates (including the Freshies) and the teachers a fond farewell. —The Staff. Three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Cljr JFlabtson fligi) djool Nineteen Madison, 111. May, 1919 STAFF George Brody Elizabeth Waggoner Beatrice Friedman - Bessie Blackmore Martha Rogers Veo McClatchey - Ethel Bennett Editor-in-Chief I Business Manager Associate Editor Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor Assistant Literary Editor - Comic Editor - Photographic Editor VOLUME I Published by the Senior Clatfa of iHaDiaon $Mgl) ctiooi Four THE NINETEEN M. H. S. LAUGH “Build for yourself a strong box, Fashion each part with care; Fit it up with hasp and padlock, Put all your troubles there. Hide therein all your failures And each bitter cup you quaff; Lock all your heartaches within it, Then—sit on the lid and laugh. “Tell no one of its contents. Never its secrets share; Drop in your cares and your worries, Keep them forever there. Hide them from sight so completely, The world will never dream half; Fasten the top down securely. Then—sit on the lid and laugh.” Where the faculty reigns supreme. THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Our M. H. S. HISTORY OF OUR HIGH SCHOOL WAY back in 1893, when Madison was a mere cluster of houses in the midst of a few scattered farms, the Madison school district was mapped off to itself, having been a part of the Venice district. Soon after the separate or- ganization an election was held at which three school directors were chosen and ten thousand dollars was voted to build a schoolhouse. During the entire summer and fall of 1893 the new building was un- dergoing construction. When completed the result was an imposing six-room structure located in what is now the center of the town. During the first school year the enrollment reached one hundred pupils; but it is not my purpose to tell of the trials and hardships of these early teachers and pupils, excepting as these formed stepping- stcnes to our high school. The grade school was continued until 1903, progressing rapidly all the while, as did the town; about this time there was felt a great need for a high school. Lone, lean and lanky—never angry or cranky.—Mr. Janssen. Seven THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Accordingly one of the rooms in the school-house was set aside for a high school which was started with twenty-two pupils and only one teacher. Miss Megowen, assisted by the superintendent, Mr. Baer. Through the untiring efforts of Mr. Baer and his early teachers the school progressed slowly in the face of many difficulties. The first high school graduating exercises, participated in by one pupil, Frances Ulffers, were held in 1905. From that time on the number of pupils in the school increased rapidly until an addition had to be made to the building, and the high school was moved into a larger room with one additional teacher. The first literary society also was formed in 1905 and it rendered some commendable programs. The programs, however, were held in the evenings and an admission fee of ten cents was charged, the receipts being used for oratorical and athletic high school meets, which were held at that time all over the country. In 1906 the first four-year diploma was given. It was in this year also that manual training was added to the course of study, our school having the honor of being the first in the county to introduce industrial work. In 1908 our high school was accredited. In a few years a second addition to the school-house became neces- sary and the high school was moved further north into a room at present occupied by one of the fourth grades. There were then three teachers, Miss Megowen, Miss Harris, and Mr. Janssen, assisted by the super- intendent; and as the number of pupils in the grades was constantly in- creasing, our present high school building was beginning to loom on the horizon. About this time also, our first, and one of our best, cantatas was given, although certainly under the most adverse circumstances. We did not then have the piano which we have at present, but instead, only a squeaky organ, a source of much merriment. Nevertheless, the instru- ment strengthened the ability of the pupils and the cantata, “The Lady of Shalott, was a decided success. The musicale was given in the K. of P. Hall and at a time when the electric wires were being cut; when al- most time for the music to begin the wires were cut and audience and performers were left in darkness. However, a lamp was found some- where and by the aid of this feeble light the performance went merrily on. The piano which we have at present was secured through Mr. Bot- tom, the druggist. The instrument was to be given to the person who secured the most coupons, a coupon being given by Mr. Bottom with each twenty-five cent purchase. The high school pupils entered the contest and in the fall of 1911 they won the piano. From 1907 to 1913 no literary work was done; but in the fall of 1913 two societies were formed, the Forum and the Olympian. Mr. Janssen was at the head of the Forum and Miss Harris of the Olympian. A man’s a man for a’ that.—Mr. Vines Eight THE NINETEEN M. H. S. In September, 1914, the high school was moved into its present quar- ters, an eighteen-room building, erected at a cost of about thirty thou- sand dollars. The class now graduating from the high school was the first eighth- grade class to receive diplomas in the new building, but when we en- tered school in 1914 the building had not yet been completed. For six weeks we were without blackboards or electric lights, and there was considerable interruption by workmen on the building. In August, 1915, a terrific rainstorm completely filled the gymnasium with water; the result was that no athletic work was done until the next year. It was also during January of the year of 1915 that Mr. Baer died, his death proving a severe blow not only to the school but also to the town. During the rest of that year Mr. Jackson acted in his place, and in the fall of 1915 Mr. Janssen became our superintendent. In 1916 the Boy Scouts were organized under high school supervi- sion with Mr. Janssen as scout master. In the summer of 1917 our second great tragedy occurred—the death of Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson was a man who was well-liked by the townspeople and by the pupils, and there is no doubt that had Providence spared him to us, he would have finished admirably the work begun by Mr. Baer. In the fall of T7 Mr. Stice succeeded to the place of Mr. Jackson. Although Mr. Stice has been here only a little less than two years, still he has gained the confidence and trust of both pupils and teachers, as well as that of the townspeople, thus bidding fair to be the able and worthy successor of Mr. Baer and Mr. Jackson. During the war our high school has contributed splendidly to the support of our country. We bought over one hundred dollars worth of thrift stamps, knitted a quilt for the soldiers from bits of yarn contrib- uted by the pupils, sold red cross seals, and many other things—not to mention the work of the Boy Scouts. Just to show how our high school has progressed, in 1906 the high school course of study comprised but sixteen subjects; now it comprises twenty-seven and a half subjects, not including manual training and sewing. Besides Miss Megowen, who teaches music twice a week, and Mr. Stice, the superintendent, the faculty numbers five teachers. —Bessie Blackmore, T9. Good stuff often comes in small packages.—Mr. Stice Nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. r •5' ft' w (l c xsexl) BOARD Ten The “bored” of Education THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Facu LTY IH M.H.S. dra)i I tlcgoxixan Music. Belli F Unison Commercial. JFJ. Vines. Manual Training' fi 1)Sy BcSt dC Foghsh HSShce,AB; Sup? n nknxde n I. Eleven We owe much to this group THE NINETEEN M. H. S. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY UR class, with the exception of a few mem- bers, dates back to the lower grades of the grammar school. When we graduated from the eighth grade our roll comprised thirty- three members. The next September, twenty-eight of us reported to be enrolled as (We feel that it is not a great concession on our part if we admit that we were not then so noble, nor dignified as we are now—but of course we weren’t so “green,” as the present Freshies are. There’s hope for them also, however.) Well, to make a long story short (it's four years long), we managed to struggle, and grind, and suffer, and, in fact, we managed to do everything but study through four long years, as we passed from the green to the sophomoric stage, thence to the Junior stratum, and finally emerged at the top as the dignified, all-knowing Seniors that we are. Our class has altered in numbers, however, as we now have only fourteen members, several of whom joined our ranks in the midst of our sufferings. —George Brody, T9. Freshmen. T u'elve THE NINETEEN M. H. S THE NINETEEN M. H. S. BESSIE BLACKMORE (Class President) “Full many a flower is born to blush un- seen And waste its sweetness on the desert air:’ EARL STEWART (Vice President) Huh? What? Yes, ma'am. HELEN EILER (Class Secretary) “For several virtues have we liked her. Fourteen THE NINETEEN M. H. S. BEATRICE FRIEDMAN “I most eagerly aspire to eminence in literature.” GEORGE GEORGIEFF And still they gazed, and still their won- der grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.” Fifteen MARTHA ROGERS In faith, lady, you have a merry heart.” THE NINETEEN M. H. S. VEO McCLATCHEY “Time may come and time may go, Bat she talks on forever.'' CECIL DANT “What could ice do without girls?’’ ETHEL BENNETT “What do we live for if it is not to make life More difficult for the teachers.” Sixteen THE NINETEEN M. H. S. ELIZABETH WAGGONER “And then she giggled.” GEORGE BRODY “He was a scholar and a ripe and good RUTH HICKERSON “Be she eper so silent, there’s no girl like Ruth.” I Seventeen THE NINETEEN M. H. S. IO RIDGE “My man’s as true as steel.’’ OPAL CROWDER “Though I am no poet I have dreams sometimes.” Class Flower—White Rose Class Motto—“Durate!” Eighteen I Nineteen THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Girls (left to right): Lulu Steinger, Marjorie Cunningham, Kate Meier, Nina Pierce, Hazel Burch. Boys (left to right): Vasil Veschuroff, Emil Erickson, Donald Clapham, Harry Steinger. CLASS HISTORY OF THE JUNIORS H, that great and glorious feeling which comes but once in a lifetime! With twenty-four other fortunate recruits, I entered the Madison High School in 1916. Our oniy aim was to go through! After being at High for a few months, we found out that a freshman had to obey orders from others than his teachers and profs. Oh, those sophomores! Why, they though they were our supe- riors! And then, after we thought it over—they were only one year ahead of us! We entered upon our sophomore year with an enrollment of fif- teen. Although nine of our class had drifted away we were sure of holding the remaining fifteen until the termination of our high school career. Many times the thought of “falling back” occurred to us, but as we were so broad-minded (?) and had such strong determination, we finally decided to fight through our battles—some of which were very severe. But our “suffer-more” year socn came to its close and again a few of our members left the course. The following year we were enrolled as juniors—another stepping- stone toward success! During this term we encountered many difficult tasks, our studies being somewhat similar to those of our second year Thy modesty’s a candle to thy merit.—Mrs. Dodson Twenty THE NINETEEN M. H. S. although farther advanced. Two new subjects were added to the course of study; namely, chemistry and stenography. A number of the mem- bers of the other classes joined ours in making up a commercial class. Being juniors, we received very much attention from the seniors, more than did the other classmen. And to recall that when we were mere green freshies they had treated us so unkindly! But we willingly for- give the class of 1919 for what they have done to us in the past. Our class this year has dwindled down to nine. We should have had just a dozen, but three of our most adorable members have em- barked upon the sea of matrimony. We extend our sincere wishes to each of these and wish them the best of luck, but I hope nothing can keep our present number from enrolling next term. —Lulu Steinger, '20. CHEMISTRY PSALM Mr. Janssen is my teacher. I shall not pass. He leadeth me to expose my ignorance before the class. He maketh me to work prob- lems on the board for my grade’s sake. Yes, though I study until midnight I cannot understand Chemistry, for experiments and problems sorely trouble me. He prepareth problems before me in the presence of mine enemies. He giveth me a low grade. My work runneth under. Surely, zeroes and seventy-fives will follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the class of chemistry forever. Amen. —M. Cunningham, '20. The day’s at the morn And period’s at ten, The bell’s just rung— Daisy keeps us in. We’re just through with English And are too anxious to go. Daisy resents it And informs us just so. The year’s at the spring And day’s at the noon; ’Tis the morning’s last period, Hank reigns supreme. Miss M. has the algy class, With countenance serene. We’re all getting hungry, We wish the bell’d ring. But unto us she hath a spell beyond her name and story. —Miss Meyer Twenty-one THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Girls (left to right): Anna Gitcho, Ruth Clapham, Mary Bergfield, Audrey Behrends, Gladys Dant. Boys (left to right): Franklin Bucher, Roper Harrison, Boris Popovsky, Joseph Spears, Paul Richardson, Bernard Anderson. Riddle, Thomas SOPHOMORE HISTORY E surely did feel fresh on that first September school-day in 1917; we felt like wild fowl brought into a chicken farm. Everything seemed new and strange—rooms, teachers, students, books. The rooms seemed small and stuffy (this rather mentally than physically) ; the teach- ers were unfamiliar; older students teased us at every turn, calling us “Greenies”; the books seemed to be hid- ing mysterious difficulties between their pages, ready to loosen them upon us. But like every other Freshman class, we gradually adapted ourselves to our new atmosphere. We mastered and crushed the hitherto un- known forces in algebra (at least we were supposed to do so) ; waded through the thirty-two-page daily lessons in physical geography; and finally, all exhausted, plunged into a “Mid-Summer Night’s Dream” in English. On a bright, hot day the next September, one could have seen ex- Freshmen coming from all directions, plodding their way wearily (not to say grudgingly) toward the high school building; and one would have recognized them to be “Us.” Arriving before the familiar struc- ture we glanced about among the crowd assembled, and, lo! we beheld ourselves together again, after a seemingly age-long separation. Our Never so rich a gem was set in worse than gold.—Nina Pierce, ’20 Twenty-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. faces brightened, but only for a while; soon—ah! too soon—our visages changed and took on their former gloomy appearance. The streaming sweat turned cold as we pondered over the subject that weighed on our minds—the grind that was to come. Several of us began the study of Latin while the rest delved into French. But, thanks to the kind faculty, we’ve overcome our first fear and have enjoyed our second year very much. During this year we have had several hikes, and as to entertainments—we were present at a banquet given by the high school pupils in honor of the graduating class. We enjoyed the different games, and, we must admit, we en- joyed also the excellent speeches given by the Seniors. Out of thirty-one pupils who entered during the Freshman year, we are finishing the Sophomore year with twelve names to our Class Roll; yep—cne dozen tough Sophomores. B-r-r-r—! —Boris Popovsky, ’21. THE BLESSINGS OF NATURE To him who thinks on the verdant mind, Thinks of a fairy soul divine; She treads on a carpet of velvet green And treads her measure with heart serene. Her playmates are the birds and flowers. Her home the dales and bowers; She drinks from a cup unknown to the human mind And sees things to which our eyes are blind; She invites you to come, you strangers of Nature, To list to her teachings and songs of the woods. —Fresh. Doris Rogers, ’22. F. J. has a stick of gum. He chews it loud and slow; And wherever F. J. goes The gum is sure to go. It comes with him to Civics class, Which is against the rule ; So he sticks the gum behind his ear And chews it after school. She looked down to blush, And she looked up to sigh.—Ethel Henthorne, '22 Twenty-four the nineteen m. h. s. Twenty-five THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Girls (top row, left to right): Lola Layman, Ethel Henthorne, Lydia Schaefer, Doris Rogers, Julia Abromovitz. . Middle row: Bessie Rogers, Agnes Bergfleld, Katherine Hayes. Ruth Blackmore. Ethel Norvell Edith MacDonald, Verna Brockman. Lura Barlow. Doris Mier, Lucille Renninger Irene Rodgers (not in photograph). ’ Edward Seuffert, Chris Jongloff, Boys (left to right) Harry Hornberger, August Rydgig. Daniel Peter Argellan, Morris Rosenstrom, William Phelan, Eiler. Paul Rohe, THE FRESHIES’ FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL. HAT are those green-looking objects?” asked one Senior of another, as a bunch of scared-looking Fresh- men came up the steps of the M. H. S. one morning in September. Soon these same Freshmen were assembled in the back seats of the auditorium. After twenty minutes of timid suspense, presided over by our august princi- pal, we hear a bell ring; ‘Surely, we don’t go home now,” we queried with ourselves. But alas, we were shown to the algebra room, where we thought we should have to learn our “abc’s” over. Next came the language classes. In these we were greeted with new and strange words. Then—a blessed forty minutes of peace. In the afternoon, we were first initiated into the mysteries of the planets and winds. Next we were requested to proceed to the English class-room. Here we were greeted with open arms, waiting to take in all ‘‘strangers within the gates, and introduce them to the intricacies of the English language. Next, and oh—joy! last, we were shown to the sewing-room—that is, the girls were. Once there we were instructed in the science of mak- Twciity-six “Our Vampire.”—Irene Rogers, ’22 THE NINETEEN M. H. S. ing hands and feet move at the same time, and also in sewing straight seems while at the sewing-machine. And herewith ended our first day of the Freshman year. We had an enrollment of thirty-three, which enrollment has now dwindled to twenty-six. Our hope is to make our class a noted one, and this in some measure we have managed to do in the algebra and language classes. Next, year, however, when we have ascended the dizzy heights to the dignity of the sophomore year, we guarantee to accomplish far more, for with age come wisdom and greater things. —Ethel Norvell, '22. OUR LOYALTY SONG H. H. Janssen, 1914 (Tune No. 38, in old high school song book) Come, sing our mighty song, as onward still we go, While youthful hearts can sing, thy praise shall ever flow. RAH! RAH! M H S! (Yell) RAH! RAH! M H S! Ring again; Our refrain, Hail to M H S! RAH! RAH! M H S! RAH! RAH! M H S! Once again, then, Hail all Hail to M H S! Our banner flying (Boys RAH!) In breezes sighing; Never Madison shall fear; We are here; Let us cheer! Highest praise shall ring for the school that we hold so dear! Let us cheer, What we hold so dear. «H «S Weary lessons cease at last; Hours of patient toil are past; Then we hear Sounds of cheer, For the game is on! RAH!...................... Then we hear Sounds of cheer, For the game is on! Come away, Come away, Our hearts are free this happy day! Come away. Come away, We’re ever ready for the fray! Homeward then, rejoicing, for victory has crowned our banners; Green and white, exalted ever, by your help shall never fear! Of boys and their lovely looks I thought not, being busy with my books.—Hazel Burch, 20 Twenty-seven ■ Twenty-eight THE NINETEEN M. H. S. ALUMNI Class of ’05 Edith Griffith—Now Mrs. John McEllwain, Madison. Hs Class of ’06 Frances Ulffers—Now Mrs. H. C. Wilson, St. Louis. He ❖ $ Class of ’07 Amanda Erickson—Now Mrs. John Baker, Granite City. Eliza Bachmann—Now Mrs. John Lewis, Madison. Emma Flemming—Married. 0 He He He Class of ’08 Katherine Gerlach—Bookkeeper, Clarks, La. George Smith. Bessie Coleman—Married. Class of ’C9 Gladys McBrian—Now Mrs. A. Gitchoff, Madison. Lulu Harod—Married. Sarah Davis—Married. Class of TO Katherine Poley—Now Mrs. Fred Cooke. Evais Turnbaugh—Married. Bruce Champion—In Oil Business, Casper, Wyo. Class of ’ll Isa Lindsey—Teacher. Clara Lindsey—Teacher. Juanita Crow—Now Mrs. Albin Bergstrom, Omaha, Neb. Thelma Sutton—Married. Mary Poley—Married. % Class of T2 Emma Allison—Now Mrs. Otis Terrill, St. Louis. Emanuel Friedman—Attorney at Law, Madison. Susie Cahill—At home. Minnie Horen—Teacher, Harris School. s': Class of T3 Robert Harlan—Attending University of Southern California. Olive Locke—Clerk at Post-office, Mesilla Park, N. Mex. Patience is a flower that grows not in everyone’s garden. —Edna Ridge, ’22 Tzi’cnly-tiinr THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Amelia Strauss—At home. Winifred Shumway—Now Mrs. Hunter Riley, Madison. Marie Cooke—Teacher. Class of T4 Charles Schuster—Clerk, Rolling Mill, Madison. Creet Hauskins—Now Mrs. Leon Morris, Madison. Beulah Sunderland—Stenographer. Louis Horen—Employed by Munition Plant, Alton. Rosalie Nutt—Stenographer, Bell Telephone Co. Stella Kendall—Forelady at Nugent’s, St. Louis, Mo. Duff McBrian—U. S. Army, France. Class of T5 Loretta Delong—Clerk, Madison Post-office. Jake Schermer—Attending St. Louis University. Ruth Beardsley—Now Mrs. Bruce Champion, Casper, Wyo. Tillie Erickson—Bookkeeper. Emanual Arnovitz—Served in Medical Corps, U. S. Army, France. LeRoy Runkel—Employed by American Car Foundry Co. Frieda Michele—Teacher, Blair School, North Venice. :jc Class of T6 Grace Womack—Now Mrs. Harry Johnson, Madison. Virginia Vermillion—Stenographer. Carlos Shumway—Clerk, I. C. Railroad. Edith Alexander—Attending Normal, Bloomington, 111. John Dooher—Employed by Commonwealth Steel Co., Granite City. Harry Zentgraf—Insurance Agent. Rosa Evanova—Married. Ethel Heustus—Stenographer, H. J. Bayer Paint Co. Mary McBrian—Stenographer. Carl Barnett—Employed by Troy Eastern Shops. Genieva Jackson—Now Mrs. B. Jones. Class of T7 Ida Arnovitz—At home. Walter Franklin—Clerk, Madison Post-office. Helen Cooke—Now Mrs. C. H. Reynolds, North Venice. ❖ ❖ ❖ Class of T8 Melida Wirthlin—Attending University of Illinois. Adaline Bucher—Stenographer, American Car Foundry Co. Selden Bloomenfield—Attending Washington University. am a woman. When I think 1 must speak. —Marjorie Cunningham, ’20 Thirty THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Hazel Matkins—Stenographer, American Car Foundry Co. Emerson Williams—Employed by American Car Foundry Co. Agnes Schaefer—Stenographer at office of Boekeler Lumber, Co., St. Louis, Mo. Margaret Lively—Stenographer, U. S. Treasury Department, Wash- ington, D. C. Theodore Turber—Employed by American Car Foundry Co. Ida Horen—Milliner. George Popovsky—Managing Confectionery, Madison. Ten Commandments of the Class of T9. Thcu shalt not steal thy profes- sor’s lemon-drops. Thcu shalt love thy classmate as thyself, but let her husband alone. Thou shalt not fail to prepare thy Chem on account of “lack of sleep.” Thou shalt heed Mr. Vines. Thcu shalt not attend “sideshows” during the explanation of “Adams” (atoms). Thou shalt “throw” out thy voice when thou singest. Thou shalt bear the dignity of a Senior. Thou shalt not stick thy gum be- neath the seats. Thcu shalt not covet that which is on thy neighbor’s paper. Thou shalt keep these command- ments and teach them to thy chil- dren to the third and fourth gener- ations, that they may be made to flourish and grow in knowledge when thou art laid to rest with thy fathers. The brilliant son of Emerald Isle.—Paul Riddle, ’21 Thirty-one THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Thirty-two THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE CLASS OF NINETEEN By the black and ugly smoke-stacks, By the stacks with smoke up-curling Stood the High School of Madison. Facing the great river westward, Facing o’er the city westward To the towers of great St. Louis. In this school were many classes— Classes bright at work and play. Freshies, altho’ very grassy, Help to while the time away. And the Sophies, very sassy, And the Juniors, very brassy, Help to while the time away. But the Seniors, strong and classy. Are beyond the Freshies, grassy; And beyond the Sophies, sassy; Far beyond the Juniors, brassy; Seniors, stately, graceful, classy. Bess, the spirit of the class-room. Always happy, always gay. Earl, the sulky—he the love-sick— Sits and dreams the time away. Cecil, he of titian hair, 'Tis he who breaks all Freshies’ hearts. Georgie Brody, strong and manly, Like unto a mighty War God. Ethel, she of fiery temper. She’s most beautiful of the class. Io, she of jet black tresses. Treads the matrimonial way. Beatrice, the typist speedy, She, most gifted of the Seniors. Helen, so serene and quiet, Says but little, thinks the rest. Georgieff he, the mighty thinker, Never known to flunk a test. Opal Crowder, so adorable, Always cheerful, never blue. There is color in her cheek, there is courage in her eye. —Martha Rogers, 19 Thirty-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Ruth Hickerson, our classmate faithful, Like unto the dawn of day. Martha, she, with eyes so saucy. Fascinates all boys, they say. Bessie Blackmore, she, the president. Led these Seniors through one school year. Veo, she, of lightening temper, Like unto a graphonola. Mr. Henry Stice, the mighty, He, the super of our high school, Helped the Seniors with their lessons, Helped them when they needed helping. Mr. Janssen, lithe and willowy, Like unto a mighty bean-pole, Taught them in the science of Chem, In the helping language, Latin. Miss Emma Meyer, so tall and stately, Very tall, beyond compare. Taught this class in mathematics, Helped them with their trying problems. Mr. Vines, the large instructor; He, the teacher of the civics. Taught the boys manual training, Helped them with their chairs and tables. Mrs. Dodson, tall and handsome, Like unto a great Diana, Taught them in the art of shorthand. In the gentle art of typing. Miss D. Bostick, of the English, Like unto a mighty huntress, Drilled them in the English language. In the lovely English language. Miss Megowen, the tall and powerful, With a voice so full of volume She instructs this class in singing, Teaches them the art of music. These seven teachers, helpers, loved ones. Reared this noble class of fourteen ; Helped them through their trials and hardships, Helped them with their trying problems. And the class of Nineteen-Nineteen Herewith would like to thank these teachers, Absence makes the heart grow fonder, don’t it, Joe? —Joe Spears, 21 Thirty-four THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Wish them luck with coming classes; Hope these classes work and conquer As our class of Nineteen-Nineteen Worked and conquered here before them. And we hope that all these teachers Will o’ercome their trials each day; May their lives be ever joyful, Strewn with roses all the way. —Veo McClatchey, T9. (After Longfellow.) CLASS PROPHECY T was a fine spring morning, April 20, 1935, that I decided to take a week-end trip by way of air to England. I climbed into my new biplane and was about to start, when suddenly I heard a buzzing sound overhead, and on looking up I saw another machine. After circling overhead a few minutes the strange machine landed not far away from my waiting plane, and out stepped a trim figure, clad in the latest flying habit. This young lady hastily ap- proached and asked me if I could direct her to a filling station. I did this, and after getting a sufficient supply of gasoline, she told the clerk to charge it to the account of Miss Eiler, of Bracebridge Hall. Eiler! Where had I heard that name before? How familiar it sounded. While standing there in deep quandary, dear old M. H. S. loomed up as in a vision, there in the fifth seat, second row, north side of the study hall, was a little curly-haired girl whose name was Helen Eiler. Moving with a start, I began a bombardment of questions, and truly, my memory had not failed me—this was the same Helen Eiler. She, too, was on her way to London. I suggested that we start together, and that if the weather was clear we could talk to each other from our planes. We climbed into our machines and after riding over the harbor of New York and viewing the great metropolis from a height, we bade farewell to U. S. A. The trip seeming very short, we soon arrived at London. It was enveloped in a dense fog, which gave us some difficulty in landing; how- ever, we finally succeeded. Having heard much about Veo McClatchey’s (now Lady Kethum, for she had married a Lord Kethum) fine home we at once decided to visit her. Wishing to surprise her, we managed, after some difficulty, to slip into her presence unannounced. We found her tearfully entreat- ing her English lord and husband to allow her to return to the land of Oh! it’s a great plague to be a handsome man.—Paul Rohe, ’22 Thirty-five THE NINETEEN M. H. S. her birth. We at once realized that Veo had long since ceased to rule and was an unwilling servant to her husband’s whims. Oh! how differ- ent from the Veo of school days. The next morning being bright and pleasant, we decided to go shopping. While down town I accidentally ran into someone, and upon looking up to excuse myself was surprised to find that it was Opal Crowder. Opal was manager of a conservatory of music in London and invited us to her studio, which was elaborately furnished, and, upon request, delighted us with a few of her choicest selections. I truly believe I have never heard such delightful music before nor ever shall again. That evening Opal invited us to accompany her to a lecture to be given at Trefalgia Hall by a noted American lady, Mrs. J. C. Philander- hope. Of course we were desirous of going, for it is very seldom one gets the chance to hear an American speak, in a foreign land; but cer- tainly we were not prepared for the great surprise in store for us. The said lady was Bessie Blackmore, our beloved president of the class of 1919 of M. H. S. She was touring the world, lecturing in the interest of a higher brotherhood that can be brought about only as we make melting pots of all nations. The next day, after carefully overhauling our machines and filling our tanks and making all other preparations for a distant flight, we de- parted for Paris, France. On reaching Paris, we decided to walk around awhile to view the magnificent structures; and while thus walking, coming upon the Washington theatre, we decided to go in. We did not notice the bill but were surprised when the curtain lifted to see some old familiar faces. Yes, no doubt they were the same faces as those in our old school-room. Eagerly perusing the program we were wholly amazed to find the bill to be the now famous play, “The Private Tutor, presenting George Brody, the noted actor, as a young and pros- perous-looking chap. When the curtain lifted, it was to listen to the warbling voice of a beautiful and graceful lady; and lo and behold, it was Ethel Bennett, now quite a prima donna. But she was no longer Ethel Bennett, but the wife of a noted musician, Prof. Gallicerewsky. Next morning, after making all necessary arrangements, and taking one more look at beautiful France, we headed for the dear old U. S. A. After a delightful trip we landed safely at New York City, where, while staying at Hotel McAlpin, whom should we see sitting in the lobby surrounded by a bevy of charming girls, but our classmate of the auburn tresses, Cecil Dant. He seemed as capable of entertaining the fair sex in that hostelry, as he was in the study hall in the olden days. He told us that he was an electrical engineer for the Brooklyn Rapid Transit Co., of New York City. Dost thou love the freshmen? Then do not squander thy time in the Senior Class.—Cecil Dant, ’19 T hirty-six THE NINETEEN M. H. S. After eating a small luncheon we felt that we needed amusement; upon inquiry, we were directed by the hotel clerk to a mass meeting, then taking place at Madison Square Garden. We proceeded to the place and there observed a speaker bombarding the audience with his vocab- ulary. His voice seemed familiar, as well as did his gyrations upon the platform, and to our amazement, we saw our old friend, George Geor- gieff, eagerly and vociferously instructing his audience on “Socialism” and the eternal questions of “Capital and Labor.” It led us back to our hours spent in economics and civics. We decided not to spend any more time in New York, but to fly to Washington. There we had our first misfortune; for, while stepping from my plane, I fell and struck my head, which rendered me uncon- scious. When I regained consciousness I found myself in a small but dainty little room, with a kind and angel-faced nurse bending over me. I thought I heard her speak my name; then looking closer I was sur- prised, yet pleased, to recognize one of the old M. H. S. Nineteeners, Martha Rogers. I was more surprised to find that she was still Miss Rogers, although I detected on her left hand a large and beautiful soli- taire. Upon leaving the hospital Martha advised me to take a few days of recuperation and directed us to a beautiful little house just beyond the city limits. Here, one day, while leisurely sitting on the lawn, we noticed someone coming hurriedly down the walk as if her life de- pended on her reaching her destination. Where had I seen that face in former years? Upon inquiry we learned that she was a Mrs. Kendall. Mrs. Kendall! Surely not our school bride? We immediately called upon her and surely enough it was the same Io, grown a little older and more matronly-looking. She was taking dictation from a man other than her husband, for she told us she was working as a stenog- rapher in the Pension Department, and that at evenings, with the help of her husband, they did the house-work. The next day being Sunday, Io suggested our attending the Uni- tarian Church, that being the church the President and his wife attended. Being anxious not only to see our President but very desirous of seeing with our own eyes how our classmate of girlhood days, Elizabeth Wag- goner, was wearing the honors as mistress of the White House, we readily consented, and donning our very best, with Io as our guide, arrived in due time. The edifice was magnificent and was already crowded with worshippers. How were we to single out the presidential party in all that crowd? But just then something happened to make us forget all else—a commanding and stately-appearing gentleman was be- ing introduced as the Right Rev. Mr. Stewart. Ah! Could that be the bashful Earl, our former classmate? Yes, it was no other, and he The ladies call him sweet.—William Eiler, ’22 Thirty-seven THE NINETEEN M. H. S. laughingly told us afterward that he owed it all to a woman, whom he introduced as Mrs. Stewart. After leaving the church, upon the urgent request of Io, we stayed to have dinner with her. Gracious, what a spread! It was fit for a king. While thus engaged, the bell rang and the postman appeared, bearing a neatly perfumed letter. Upon opening it, Io suddenly exclaimed, “Oh, it's from Bee!” “She is leaving New York today for Los Angeles as private secretary to the noted Mr. Grantly, president of the Standard Oil Company. We were certainly glad to hear of Beatrice’s wonderful success. That evening I received a wireless from Chicago stating that the fifth annual convention of aviators of Illinois was to meet in that city during the following three days. As Helen and I both wished to attend, I prevailed upon her to accompany me to my home there. To this she readily agreed. After bidding Io goodbye we started out, reaching my home in due time, tired, but light-hearted and happy. After spending a very enjoyable week, Helen, with my good wishes for her future success, climbed into her biplane and sailed for her home in Denver. Upon meditation, I was greatly pleased with my trip, as it had been my good fortune to meet all my classmates of 1919. It seemed, as the years had gone by, that time had wrought great changes in some; while others it had scarcely touched. I was glad to learn our class had brought such great honor and glory to the name of the dear old M. H. S. —Ruth Hickerson,’19 CLASS WILL E, the dignified class of “nineteen,” being possessed of charming manners, attractive appearance, wondrous bril- liancy, indescribable beauty, and being of doubtful minds, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament: First. To the Board of Education, we bequeath our sincere thanks for their splendid co-operation shown in the favors conferred upon us and the wonderful oppor- tunities we have enjoyed through them. Second. To Mr. Stice, our class advisor, we do give and bequeath our sincere thanks for his kindness and assistance in promoting this year book. Third. To Mr. Janssen, our beloved principal, we leave our many thanks for making our high school days those which we shall cherish as fond memories—also, a bag of “lemon drops in rightful recompense for those which we monopolized in Lab. As for coquetry she disdained to wear it.—Bessie Blackmore, ’19 Thirty-eight THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Fourth. To Miss Bostwick, we do give and bequeath our best wishes for her hearty co-operation during the four years we have at- tended her classes and for the progress we have made therein. Fifth. To. Mrs. Dodson, we give our best wishes and we know that she will gain the respect of succeeding classes as she has gained ours. Sixth. To Miss Meyer, we do give and oequeath the privilege of teaching the science of round” circles to square heads. Seventh. To Mr. Vines, we leave a unanimous vote of thanks for his patience and good-naturedness shown in dealing with us. Eighth. To the Juniors we bestow our Senior dignity, our enthu- siasm, our intellect, and the glorious privilege of becoming Seniors. Ninth. To the Sophomores, a hope that they may realize there are many things to be learned and that their giddiness may diminish. Tenth. To the Freshmen, we leave our self-confidence with which to overcome their timidity—and three more years of hard study. Eleventh. To Mr. Smith, our beloved janitor, we do give and be- queath the privilege of cleaning up all such “messes” as we may have created during our sojourn in M. H. S. Twelfth. To our Alma Mater, M. H. S., we leave our best wishes for the future and a fond farewell. PERSONAL BEQUESTS I, Beatrice Friedman, do give and bequeath to Irene Rogers, our vamp,” all my “flunks” and “75’s.” I, George Georgeiff, do give and bequeath to Vasil Veshuroff, my aversion to Socialistic Ideas. I, Io Ridge Kendall, do give and bequeath to Marjorie Cunningham, the following advice: “That to get a man, one must have learning. I, Bessie Blackmore, do give and bequeath to Ethel Henthorne, my interest in all “he-mails.” I, George Brody, do tearfully give and bequeath to Emil Erickson, all such pleasure as I may have derived during my administration as “editor” of this conglomeration cf mixed details, to be used by him in conjunction with such pleasure as he may derive from the same task. (I know he’ll need it.) I, Veo McClatchey, do hereby bequeath to Verna Brockman, my meekness and bashfulness. I, Earl Stewart, do give and bequeath to Franklin Bucher, my method of study. I, Ethel Bennett, do bequeath to Lulu Steinger, my melodious voice. I, Opal Crowder, do give and bequeath to Ruth Clapham, my pow- der puff. I, Cecil Dant, do give and bequeath to Paul Rohe, my infatuation for all Freshmen girls. Much study is a weariness of the flesh.—Doris Mier, ’22 Thirty-nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. I, Elizabeth Waggoner, do give and bequeath to Hazel Burch, my solemnity and dignity. I, Helen Eiler, do bequeath to Lola Layman, my patented electric hair curlers. I, Martha Rogers, do give and bequeath to Kate Meier, my last wad of chewing gum. I, Ruth Hickerson, do give and bequeath to Julia Abramovitz, my boisterous disposition. We do hereby appoint Harry Steinger and Don Clapham as joint executors of this, our last will and testament, and request that the said executors pay all our just debts and erect a monument in our memory. In Witness Whereof, We, the said class of T9, have hereunto set our hand and seal this, the twenty-eighth day of May, in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred and nineteen. Signed, sealed, and declared by the class of T9 the testator above named, at the time specified, to be their last will and testament, in the presence of us, who have hereunto set our hands and subscribed our names, as attesting witnesses. Rev. Mr. Earl Stewart, D. D. Hon. George Georgeiff, Attorney at Law. Per Elizabeth Waggoner, T9. HOW WOULD THEY LOOK? Opal Crowder—without her face powdered. Beatrice Friedman—with nothing to do. Elizabeth Waggoner—without her gab. Martha Rogers—as a fat woman. Cecil Dant—without his loving disposition. Bessie Blackmore—cutting up. George Brody—not in a hurry. Helen Euler—acting boisterous. Ethel Bennett—without a beau. Veo McClatchey—without the latest fashions. Earl Stewart—studying. Ruth Hickerson—giggling. George Georgeiff—without five books under his arm. Io Ridge Kendall—as an old maid. Mr. Stice—without his pompadour. Mr. Vines—without his bald spot. Mr. Janssen—without “her” signet ring. Mrs. Dodson—without a string of beads. Miss Meyer—not giving a test every other day. Miss Megowen—without her pearl ear-rings. Miss Bostwick—without an English book. No one ever knows her thoughts.--Opal Crowder, ’19 Forty THE NINETEEN M. H. S. j2 aJyu ct —' IjuDv-td jz LUL jf xtnl ■59; p' J T t ypuxy 'JZA £)clooa (7 2 i-X' ’irzxst lsLJ Just a minute until ask mamma.—Daniel Phelan, 22 Forty-one THE NINETEEN M. H. S. CALENDAR, M. H. C., 1918-1919. September 3. School opened; our troubles began. 6. A fire drill bright and early in the morning, continued at vari- ous intervals during the day. 9. Mr. Janssen changed seats; to the disappointment of friends. 12. Cecil was winking at the Freshmen girls. 14. Senior class election. 20. Miss Megowen tested the voices of the new Freshies. 26. Members of the Senior class entertained members of the other classes, on a trip to Chouteau Slough. October 1. New song books arrived. 4. A committee of five visited the School Board on business____ about the Annual. 8. School closed on account of the Influenza Epidemic. November 18. After five weeks and two days vacation, school re-opened— much to our sorrow. 22. Harry Schooley was moved to a front seat of honor, because of talking. 25. Forum and Olympian Societies reorganized. 28. Thanksgiving holiday. December 2. Election of officers by societies. 4. Freshie Morris and Soph. Bucher presented Hank with a beau- tiful candy box filled with the most delicious—rocks. 10. A very exciting argument between George Brody and Mr. Vines in the Manual Training room. 19. Harry Schooley left school for his new home in Florida. 23. Four-minute speakers from the Harris School: Olive Wag- goner, sixth grade, and Edna Taylor, seventh grade. 24. Christmas holidays. January 2. Everyone ready for the new school year with smiling faces (till exams). 8. Seniors ordered class rings and pins. 15. “Father’ Stice came to school all smiles. 22. “Wise old owl made its first appearance. 31. On this day Peter Argelin acted as “barber” for Bernard Anderson. To be merry best becomes her.—Gladys Dant, ’21 Forty-two THE NINETEEN M. H. S. February 3. Began the second semester. 6. Mr. Vines had a tea party (?) after school. 12. Benefit given by M. H. S. for the Music Fund. 14. Eighth grade entertained the high school with singing. 18. Plans made for the Senior class play. 25. Parts assigned for the play, “The Private Tutor.’’ 26. Freshies went on a hike, accompanied by Miss Bostwick and followed by the Seniors. March 6. Debate in the Senior English class. 11. Seniors received invitations to the banquet by lower classes. 14. An accident occurred in the chemistry laboratory, in which a Senior received a shower bath. 15. A certain Freshie got fresh with a Senior and posted the fol- lowing sign on the blackboard in the Latin room: “That old Bee thinks she’s smart. 17. Cecil flirted with the “vampire.” 21. Lower classes gave a banquet in honor of the Seniors. 24. Mr. Janssen’s memory failed as to the value of diamonds. 26. Senior-Junior “tacky” party. 28. Class of T8 gave reception in honor of class of T9. April. 2. Mr. Janssen declares love-making a specialty of his own. 3-4. Seniors presented their class play, “The Private Tutor.” 7. Donald took a nap in the study hall. 11. Holiday, Sophomores went on a hike. 16. Seniors had their pictures taken for the annual. 21. Mr. Janssen called home on account of the illness of his mother. 24. Mr. Janssen returned—mother much better. 25. The chemistry class wrote an essay on the “The Periodic Law.” May 3. Teachers Institute at Edwardsville. 15-16. Finals in the grades. 15. First edition of the Nineteen. 20. Senior class exercise. 22. Final exams. 23. More exams—more tears. 25. Baccalaureate. 26. First edition of Nineteen. 27. Eighth grade commencement exercises. 28. High school commencement exercises. 29. Picnic. 30. No school—no work—no suffering—nothing! Oh, joy!! You walk softly, look sweetly and say nothing.—Bessie Rogers, ’22 Forty-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. o UR Jan it1 or1 AjTis +- Edirtor Bo Jan is 5 Two f R E 5 H IF- 5 0 PA L Ce.a, , Arioso tKe FVesAie,t Hc.t|Hee! He e— I He's 6a in At the. B j oTi e) Ten fert bentos one Her voice is low and hard to hear, unless perchance you are quite Forty-four near.—Ruth Hickerson, ’19 THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THLETICS have not flourished in our school because the number of students attending has not been great enough to furnish the material for a successful team in any sport. Another drawback has been the absence of a coach to supervise the organization. We are proud to say, how- ever, that we have made a sacrifice to humanity, as our former coach, Mr. Cecil V. Gay, left us to serve in the United States Army in France. We have spent considerable time in the gym with what material we have had. We played basketball and at various times during this year and preceding years, we have had very interesting games. The Scouts organized a fairly successful basketball team of the younger boys. These have played splendidly and we feel sure that when they have reached the higher classes they will have the material for great success in athletics. We have also played baseball and have made up in interest what we lacked in material. BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA OOP No. 1 of the Boy Scouts of Anjerica was organized on March 20, 1916, with H. H. Janssen as Scoutmaster, and the following charter members: Harry Schooley, George Brody, Leroy Baer, Donald Clapham, Earl Stew- art, Lee Chase. The troop grew rapidly, and enjoyed the usual scout activities. There was hardly a foot of ground within ten miles of Madison which was not covered in one way or another. In June, 1917, we took our first camping trip. We spent nine days at Charette Creek, near Marthasville, Mo. In spite of very bad weather and our lack of experience, we had a very good trip. Eleven boys took part in the camp. We had no camp in 1918, but expect to take a number of boys this summer. Then we plunged into war work, which has chiefly engaged our attention since that time. We got a late start in the first Liberty Loan, but won two medals in the second, and eleven in the third. Besides, we gave assistance in many other ways, distributing literature, ushering at meetings, serving in parades, canvassing, and assisting committees. Five of our boys answered the call of their country, and spent some time in the service. Two have not yet been discharged. Since September, 1918, the troop has undergone almost a complete reorganization, but our activities continue without change, and we ex- pect to have a large share in the Victory Loan. Whatever may be our changes of membership and interest, we keep steadfastly on, living up The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure and pleasure my business.—Kate Mier, ’20 Forty-five THE NINETEEN M. H. S. ■ Blessings on him who invented sleep.—Earl Stewart, ’20 Forty-six THE NINETEEN M. H. S. to our motto, “Be Prepared” in all emergencies and opportunities for service. H. H. Janssen, Scoutmaster. Thomas Richardson, Scout Scribe. SOCIETY PART OF M. H. S. IN THE WORLD WAR” OW proud we are to be able to say that the Madison High School has done her bit in helping win the great World War. With what interest and pride did we note the manner in which our boys responded so nobly to their country’s call! Following is a citation of those who thus responded: Lieutenant Friedman, who has won a commission in the regular army, is an alumnus of our school. Harry Zentgraf, Charles Schuster, and Selden Blumenfeld, three alumni, enlisted in the “Students’ Army Training Corps”; although the privilege of seeing actual service was not theirs, their spirit of willing- ness to serve deserves respect and honor. Other alumni who entered service are Emerson Williams and Theo- dore Turber, belonging to the “S. N. A. C.” Although the present Senior class lost a valuable member when Ralph Nicol enlisted, the U. S. N. gained one; our former classmate has progressed rapidly and is now a coxswain in the navy. The Junior class is represented by Lee Chase, who enlisted two years ago in the U. S. N. Madison High School wants the boys to feel that she has been be- hind them and is extremely proud of each and every one of them; not only have our boys done their bit through giving their service to their country, but cur school has done its bit by selling Liberty Bonds and War Savings Stamps, and through the Junior Red Cross work. A special effort was made on the part of our faculty to instill within us the spirit of patriotism and love of country, that we might serve our country more capably. DRESS-UP DAY One dismal morning in the latter part of March—Wednesday, the 26th, being the exact date—the Senior and Junior Classes (a very lively bunch) came to school dressed up—Very Much. Imagine some of our most dignified Seniors with bungalow aprons striking them just below the knees and their hair in pig-tails! Some even wore what may have seen at one time hose and shoes, but were now sadly in need of various repairs. Lunch was served in the auditorium, and Mr. Janssen was our honorary “guest.” But we were in for a good time, and upon leaving the school that evening everyone wore a smile that was as brilliant as a sunny day—all due to Senior talent and brilliancy, of course. Men of few words are the best men.—Christ Jongloff, '22. Forty-seven THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE HIGH SCHOOL BANQUET Sometime in the second week of March, each member of the Senior class was greatly surprised as well as delighted to find upon his desk an envelope containing an invitation to the banquet given by the lower classes of M. H. S. These invitations were done in green and white— our school colors. On the night of March 21, 1919, we entered upon a delightful scene. Our usually dismal corridor had been transformed into a wonderful bower—lilies protruded from every visible place left unhidden by plants, while in the center of all this were the tables, handsomely decorated. To the place cards were attached, real Shamrocks; menus were done in green and white, and small green and white baskets, containing green and white mints, served as favors. All decorations were in green and white, showing true school loyalty. The lavish courses were served in splendid style by the Freshmen of next year. The remainder of the evening was devoted to after dinner speeches, in which many of the guests took part. Everyone feels that he shall never be able to express his gratitude in language appreciative enough for the occasion. FRESHIE HIKE Early in February cf this year our most beloved Freshies went on a hike to Big Bend, with Miss Bostick as chaperon. About half an hour after their departure the Senior Class and Mr. Janssen started out in pursuit, intending, cf course, to get a “feed.” We tracked them, and upon reaching a deserted hunting lodge, stopped to eat our lunch, which we had brought along for fear we’d be too late for the “fresh” weiners. From this place we sent out a scouting party to get the range on the green ones. The entire class then crept up to within a few feet of the campfire and gave the class yell, frightening the freshies almost—I intended saying—“green,” but perhaps I’d better say “greener.” We were too late for the weiner roast, so we played several games and went home very much pleased with our enterprise. THE EX-SENIOR BANQUET On the evening of March 28, the T8 class of M. H. S. were at home to the class of 19. A delightful banquet was served. Three opera sticks, erected like tent poles and tied with blue and gold ribbon sup- porting a Kewpie,” formed very dainty favors. The program of entertainment consisted of many interesting games, excellent toasts, and good music. We are thankful to Miss Meyer and Mrs. Dodson, for the prepara- tion of the elaborate “Eats and for the evening we spent with the class of T8. The sweetest hours that e’er I spend are spent among the laddies. ..—Elizabeth Waggoner, ’19 Forty-eight A world of wisdom is oft behind a quiet demeanor.—Laura Barlow, 22 Forty-nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE SENIOR PLAY, “THE PRIVATE TUTOR HE Senior play, “The Private Tutor, a light, wholesome three-act comedy, was enacted by two college boys, George Carcthers and Fred Spencer—Earl Stewart and George Brody; Fred’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer— Cecil Dant and Beatrice Friedman ; Fred’s sister, Dorothy —Elizabeth Waggoner; Hans Dinkledoerfer, leader of a Dutch band, improvised to pose as a private tutor— George Georgieff; Miss Snap, the detective—Veo McClatchey; and the maid, Parker—Martha Rogers. The comedy lay in endless ludicrous situations arising from the subterfuge of the two college boys, under temporary suspension for infringement upon their college rules in attending a prize fight, to keep this disgrace a secret from Fred’s squeamish parents. The outcome of the subterfuge was the fabrication of the private tutor story. Through this fabrication, Hans Dinkledoerfer, engaged by Fred to pose as private tutor, ridiculously attired in an undersized full dress suit, and introduced to the Spencers as a banished count, kept Fred in a state of mental distraction fearing his affairs might be disclosed, but inspired the fastidious Mrs. Spencer with alluring dreams of title and social position for her daughter. The daughter, however, not so aspiring, and secretly having a mind of her own, felt herself capable of making her own matches; and while the mother openly sought a match between Dorothy and the count, cupid was busy cementing an affection developing between Dor- othy and George. Among ludicrous situations in which Fred was placed, the count, who had no comprehension of Fred’s situation nor of his own supposed situation, was invited with the boys to spend the Thanksgiving vacation at the Spencer home. There, to keep the old folks from interviewing the count and thus leading to the boy’s undoing, Fred was obliged to lure the Dutchman into all day and every day horse-back rides into the coun- try until the Dutchman, having become stiff-jointed, refused to ride any more; but that ruse failed. But Mr. Spencer, a pompous old gentleman, suspicious from the first and becoming more and more suspicious as the days passed, at last resolved to force an interview. As a last resort, Fred—George re- fusing to disguise himself—disguised himself as the count and presented himself for the dreaded interview, when in walked count No. 2, filling count No. 1 and the pompous old father with consternation; then; lo! in walked count No. 3, the real Dutchman, searching for his missing trom- bone. I’m not in the class with common men.—Vasil Veschuroff, ’20 Fifty THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Fred was ready to collapse. George, unknown to Fred, upon re- consideration, had resolved to help his friend out of his emergency. Mr. Spencer, demanding an explanation of this singular occurrence, sought out Fred. His disguise removed, Fred appeared with his frame- up. Then separately and privately, George and the real Dutchman, in their turns, were interviewed. But the two frameups and the story by the real Dutchman had little in common. This forced Fred into another fabrication. Next, an exposure in the papers disclosed the Dutchman's identity. Fred's attempt to conceal this exposure from his father led to another amusing subterfuge. Fred, pretending to read from the paper to his father the article he was concealing, attempted to fabricate an account of a football game. In his mental distraction he so confused the football rules and terminology with the rules and terminology of baseball that an absurdly incoherent tale was the result. When the father's suspicions had almost reached a culmination, in walked Miss Snap, the detective, to arrest Fred for the murder of Hans. In the midst of Mr. Spencer’s confusion, who should present himself but the real Dutchman, very much alive and seeking for his trombone. Then the plot was rapidly unraveled, but instead of the breach between Fred and his father which Fred had feared, complete reconciliation re- sulted, and Fred was given another chance. George proposed to Dorothy and was accepted. At the close, in walked the maid with a battered trombone which had been found in the furnace. The actors were well chosen for their parts, and each acted his part admirably. The Senior play was given, as usual, following a precedent estab- lished here several years ago. Heretofore the Seniors have been obliged to enlist the help of lower classmen to fill out the cast; this year, how- ever, the Senior class was of itself large enough without summoning the aid of any others. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. —Julia Abramowitz, 22 Fifty-one THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Let me play the fool; with mirth and laughter let old wrinkles Fifty-two come.—Thomas Richardson, ’21 THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE PARKVILLE GHOST HE community around Parkville was in consternation. People went about with solemn countenances and spoke in hushed whispers. The suspense was dreadful. Deacon Pratt was a pillar of the church. For the twenty years of his residence in Parkville he had pos- sessed the confidence of the people. All over Parkville it was known that a ghost had been seen marching about the deacon’s premises. Soon all over town it was rumored that the first Mrs. Pratt had been hurried into her grave by her conceited husband, and that Mrs. Pratt’s spirit had come back to torment him. The deacon himself began to grow pale; Mrs. Pratt No. 2 got nervous and was afraid to go down into the cellar; Belinda, the hired girl, and Sambo, the young darkey, were in constant fear of seeing the ghost. One night in August when the deacon and his wife were at prayer meeting, the first terrible happening occurred. Belinda saw the ghost go in at the front door, and when the deacon and his wife returned, they saw it go out of the back door, through some bushes and into the graveyard beyond. Scon, everywhere, the ghost became the topic of conversation. Al- most every night it was seen. The minister spoke of it in his sermon. The editor of the newspaper filled half a column of his paper with an account of it. Courageous gentlemen offered to unmask the spectre and to solve the mystery, but in some way as the night came on, they retired to the deacon’s kitchen, resolved that they could solve the mat- ter over a mug of cider and by a good fire rather than out in the cold and dark night. Some people said the ghost was a judgment on the deacon for cheat- ing Tom Collender out of his own rights—or what the community con- sidered as his own. There had been some misunderstanding over the division line of two lots. There were several large trees on the dividing line and both claimed them. Tom Collender protested that they were his because they threw more shade on his side and more apples fell on his side of the fence. The deacon upheld his own rights by similar declarations, but neither would agree to the other. Mr. Dukes began to visit the deacon in an effort to persuade him to come to some agreement with his young neighbor. Now, the deacon was a stubborn and strong-willed man, and his friends shook their heads when the question was discussed. They knew who would give in. It was about this time that the ghost was first seen. Mr. Dukes heard about the ghost and laughed at the story. He’d like to see the ghost that could frighten him, he said. He’d just as soon meet it as meet the Pratt’s old cow. And true she is as she hath proved herself.—Audrey Behrends, ’21 Fifty-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Listening to this talk, the deacon got up more courage. Over some cider he and Dukes discussed what they should do if the ghost should appear. Sambo and Belinda were both determined that they should be allowed to go to bed, but the deacon told them they must sit up and see the fun. Before long, the supply of cider running low, the deacon said, “Dukes, we must have some more of this beverage. You are younger than I am, so you take the candle, go downstairs, and get some.’’ “Ah, deacon, I couldn’t think of taking such a liberty!” exclaimed Dukes, growing nervous and looking behind him. “You go yourself, and I will keep watch.” “Sambo,” said the deacon, “you go and get the cider. I don’t like to leave Mr. Dukes alone, for fear the ghost might come while I’m gone.” “Oh. no, Massa,” cried the darkey, rolling his eyes, “De cider’s nice as it eber was, and Sambo wouldn’ say nuffin agin’ a drink of it, but dis chile wouldn’ go down unto dat sullar at dis time o’ night fo’ all de cider in de worl’. ” “Well,” said Dukes, “Deacon, we will go down together. It needs two anyway, one to hold the light and the other to get the cider.” So the two descended the stairs and approached the place near the chimney, where the cider was kept. ‘‘Hark! What was that?” said Dukes. “I guess it was someone coming in upstairs; I thought I heard a door shut. I’ll go see.” “No, no,” replied Dukes, “let’s get the cider first.” They opened the door of the place where the cider was kept, and went inside. Instantly, as the door shut and the key grated in the lock, a tall, white-robed figure, with the ghastly face of a dead man, confronted our two brave heroes. Dukes fell on his knees behind a cider barrel; the deacon jumped into an ash-box and screamed. “Don’t take me,” cried Dukes, “It’s the deacon you want! He’s been a dreadful old fellow! I’m honest; I belong to the church and give five dollars to the minister, besides a pound of butter, at Thanksgiving time.” “He’s the very one you want,” cried the deacon. “He cheated the Widder Smith in work, and killed Mrs. Ran’s dog. Spare me! I’m an old, gray-haired man, and won’t last long.” “Deacon Pratt,” said the deep voice of the ghost, “On one condi- tion—none other—you shall go free. Promise, both of ye, what I re- quire, or I will drag you down to everlasting torment.” Oh! how he hates himself.—Emil Erickson, ’20 Fifty-four THE NINETEEN M. H. S. “Anything! Anything!” cried the deacon. “I promise,” said Mr. Dukes. “Deacon Pratt, Thomas Collendar owns that strip of land. Come to some settlement at once, or I shall give you over to Satan. Consent, both of ye!” “I do, I do!” cried the deacon, “I shall see him tomorrow. “I shall see that he does,” said Dukes. “Go, then,” said the ghost, and it flung open the door. Out rushed the deacon and Dukes. They fled to their bedrooms, shoved the dresser against the door, and scrambled under the bed, where they lay till morning, listening to the growling of Towzer. The deacon kept his word. He turned the land over to Collendar, and Dukes did all that he had promised. Afterward, the ghost was seen no more. But up in Tom Collendar’s private closet, there hangs a long, white garment, and a mask resembling the face of a dead man, which may suggest an idea or two to those who are in doubt in regard to ghosts. —Marjorie Cunningham, ’20. We wish to thank everyone of you for your contributions to this annu- al, whether they be poetry or prose, compositions or conundrums, essays or hearsays. All were received with great relief and tender smile by the editors. We were thinking of issuing cou- pons, one of which would be given for each article contributed, and 10,- 000 coupons would entitle the holder to a free shoe-shine. (Special to- day, no phone orders.) Peace! Be still.—Boris Popvosky, ’21 Fifty-five THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE LEAVENING PRINCIPLE OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY The old order changeth, yielding place to new.” N this age of scientific inventions and unparalleled accom- plishments the one most apparent and outstanding pro- vocative of thought is the change that has been wrought in everything about us. How can we contemplate our surroundings without marveling? Our mode of living, our daily experiences have been revolutionized. Our houses, our clothing, our food, our enjoyments, our ideas —all are different; and through these multifarious changes in the indi- vidual s everyday life, one can readily perceive that society is changing. Now—to consider the most important of these changes—the change in education. Glancing back over the epochs of recorded history, we see that ideas at different times have been conveyed from one individual to another in different ways; and when one man acquired a new idea he told his fellow-companions. Before book-writing was established, this exchange was made in the market-place, men coming together to talk. Later came books and schools, these being brought into use by the many great philosophers and students; yet only the sons of wealthy men had the opportunity to study, to become familiar with the ideals that the age was striving for. The daughters had no need for knowl- edge; for were they not too insignificant? Generation after generation harbored this sentiment of woman’s inferiority—but by slow degrees we find it becoming modified among the enlightened classes—until today we find woman gradually being ad- mitted to her place in the world, and struggling not only to preserve what has already been achieved, but constantly working for the recog- nition by society of the influence women have had in bringing to pass these advances, and the necessity for society’s recognition of woman’s true place in the social world. We know that this idea—that woman needs no education—is old, thousands of years old; it is so old that it stagnates everything new; it belongs only in the rubbish heap of this enlightened twentieth century civilization. The cry for progress, for material advancement, for moral and social betterment, is stifled by this one idea. History has proved that so long as one element is submerged there can be little progress. The enslaving elements may seem for a time to be victorious and progressive; but time has shown that, in the long run, enslavement deteriorates both individuals and society, while the gain is nihil. The conclusion—so long as women, an enslaved class, is not educated and liberated, it is not only the individual woman that shall suffer; nor is it women as a unit; it is society. Quiet, reserved, and unselfish.—Agnes Bergfield Fifly-si.v THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Yet, strange as it may seem, the greater percentage of people today oppose higher education for women. This can be attributed only to stubborn adherence to custom, and .tradition; to lack of sufficient thought; or to the failure to see the possibilities that may be wrought through a higher learning in general. Answering the question, “Why should women be educated? innu- merable reasons are struggling for expression. Education of any kind—it may come from books or it may be earned by actual experience—makes for personal development, enabling the person to know himself. This knowledge of self commands a broader outlook on life, for through self-acquaintance the individual be- comes possessed of the coveted faculty of understanding others. Then, if one understand others, he has in some degree the ability to influence; but influence, to be exerted for good, must be preceded by an insight into the deeper and secret meaning of things, to see the relationships between these. Such insight is a gift that women naturally possess to a much greater extent than men; women more intuitively discern what is needed. In our western states, for instance we have examples of civic devel- opments in which women have been the promoters. Women’s initia- tive there is a direct result of woman suffrage. My theme is not woman suffrage! it is the education of woman; but in order that woman may become educated, that she may release her capacities—she must have the right to vote. However, before all this comes the education. As before stated, education develops insight into problems of life, and this insight in turn directly stimulates moves for civic improvement. By civic improvement we understand the beautifying of surroundngs in general; for surroundings have an invaluable effect on promoting char- acter and in elevating the ideals of humanity. To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. And just as nature at different seasons of the year has on the individual effects corresponding to the mood of the season, so the conditions of the city in which the individual lives have their effect. In all parts of the country are women supervisors of parks and playgrounds; women having made these among other public improve- ments successful. In these playgrounds alike mingle the children of the He doth indeed show sparks that are wit. —Bernard Anderson, ’21 Fifty-seven THE NINETEEN M. H. S. ' H'.lUT£€ri£K% iA)H Th PnvAteTuTo ' Fifty-eight A gem of purest ray serene.—Anna Gitchoff, ’21 THE NINETEEN M. H. S. tenement district of the ghetto, and of the upper classes, in their free- dom of the out-of-doors. This congregating of the children to partake of the wealth of nature expands them, broadens them, until gradually the submerged element becomes more and more uplifted. Here is the essential point—the uplift of the lower classes, and ultimately, the elimination of classes altogether. If the submerged class have inducements, the inducement even of a better place to live in, this class can and will make use of the opportunity. Herein lies a problem for civic promoters, for the men and women of the city who endeavor to make life worth while by improving economic conditions. But parks and playgrounds are by no means the only chances for civic improvement the city offers. Libraries alone could develop the masses. Again the aid offered the poor by social workers, the employment bureaus—all are for the good of the common people and fcr the rise of those of the common people who have been for generations down- trodden. And at the source of all this—education. Since the beginning of time there has been the double standard of society. The privileges and rights enjoyed by men, and of which women were and are still largely deprived, are the direct outgrowth of the ideals adhered to by primitive peoples. The idea of a double standard had its origin in the fact of the male’s pugilistic superiority. As a corollary to this, the male was held to be superior morally, and even socially. But, as everything else undergoes a change, so this idea is being changed; still, at this late date and at this high stage of civilization, woman is submerged even to the extent of being denied a higher educa- tion. This civilization is called high—but how high is it? In respect to the education of woman, it is much the same as it was among prim- itive peoples. Certain it is that society has improved and much of this improve- ment is acknowledged to be due indirectly to woman’s influence over the male sex despite her submerged station. Yet, so long as man shall consider himself above woman, the limit of progress has almost been reached. But when the woman shall be given the opportunity for edu- cation, not only will stagnation in society be overcome, but rapid prog- ress will soon become apparent, and conditions as a whole will improve. This education of woman has a two-fold benefit for the world; it uplifts the individual, and it reforms the social whole. Yet the im- provement of the individual comes first, because there is nothing sure of races that is not equally sure of individuals that compose those races. And what is vastly more essential to improvement than all else is the cultivation of the single standard—the equality of the sexes. We can readily see the advantages of the single standard; by the adherence to cne standard discord in life is eradicated and harmony prevails. What is life without harmony? What is anything without harmony? (Continued on page seventy-five) And then he thundered, “Down with the capitalist —George Qeorgieff, ’19 Fifty-nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE CLASH OF THE CLASSES are living in an era of great importance; of importance because it is a history-making era; an era of great social changes—social order is tottering; it is doomed to de- struction. But just what are those forces which are menacing our present system? The causes are inherent in the existing economic the present social structure; but to understand this fully, we must know what that structure is: Our social order consists of two classes—the upper class and the lower class. There is also the “middle class” between these two ex- tremes ; but this element is not considered a class in the economic field, since it is not a condensed, definite group of people striving for a com- mon cause. These people are simply the “liquidation,” so to speak, be- tween the two classes. So there are only two classes that make up our social order. These two—masters and workers—form the two nucleii of society. Now let us see by what these two classes are distinguished. The masters are those who live in luxury and enjoy the fruits of labor, without doing manual service. These include capitalists in gen- eral, who own and control the means of production and distribution— factories, mines, railroads, etc. They form the Capitalist Class. The workers are those who work in the industries and other productive fields, but who receive nothing in return save enough for a meager existence. These form the Working Class. This is the order in which society at present is arranged. Still, this has not answered our above question. We must go fur- ther. This social order has existed for a long time. The two classes, being at two extremes, naturally had opposite interests. It was to the interest of the Capitalist Class to preserve the existing social order— to continue to own and control all the means of production and to exploit the toilers. On the other hand, it was to the interests of the Working Class to take over these means of production, and to socialize them, in or- der that the producers themselves might receive the benefit of their own toil. One class favored the continuance of the existing social struc- ture, while the other class wished to institute an entirely new order. This wide difference between the interests of the two classes brought about an untiring strife between them, which is called the Class Struggle. The Capitalist Class, through its pecuniary influence has been able to recruit the services of governing bodies, of the press, of the pulpit, etc.; while the only weapon the Working Class has had for car- As reserved a lass as ever you pass.—Verna Brockman, ’22 Sixty THE NINETEEN M. H. S. rying on the struggle has been gained through education and organiza- tion of the workers. This state of affairs could not exist indefinitely. As every move- ment reaches a climax, so does the Class Struggle. The climax, the final, decisive stage of this struggle has at last arrived. The workers, and the supporters of their cause, thinking the time has come, are striking the final blow at the old, decaying, capitalistic regime. The capitalists and their hirelings have rallied all their re- sources for a last, hopeless effort to save their time-honored privileges. These two opposing forces have already clashed in Europe. The workers are victorious! (This victory of the workers need not neces- sarily be accompanied by bloodshed unless great resistance is encoun- tered. The revolutions in Bucharest, Vienna, Turkey, etc., may be pointed out as peaceful changes.) Now we have it: the menace to the present system is due to the fact that that system is incompetent and breeds dissatisfaction; and the workers, the exploited elements, have undertaken to destroy that system and to replace it by a new social order. The fate of the old order is sealed. Old, incompetent governments are falling and are being supplanted by workers’ republics; the means of production are being nationalized; the former ruinous competition in production is giving way to a development in industry so that humanity as a whole may profit by it; classes are being abolished; the former ex- ploiters are being forced to earn their living the same as anyone else. The old capitalistic order of classes is a mockery to civilization; it is a system in which one class despoils another; it is an order of unequal- ity and exploitation, of poverty and misery. That incompetent order of society cannot be tolerated any longer in our much-boasted Twentieth Century. It must be supplanted by a loftier social adjustment. The new order must be one of true equality—of brotherhood. It must be one that will enable humanity as a whole to enjoy life. —Boris Popovsky, ’21. OUR ARTIST Have you noticed the name in the right hand corner of each car- toon in this book? For fear you haven’t read it, we print it here in large type. It’s PAUL ROHE, of the class of ’22. Yep! He’s only a Freshie, but believe us—he’s some Freshie! He did all the wonderful art work in this book. We’d have been “up a tree” if it hadn’t been for him, and therefore we wish to publicly thank him for his splendid as- sistance in promoting this year-book. The Staff. fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old. —August Rydgig, ’22 Sixty-one THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Laughing the clouds away with playful scorn.—Miss Megowen Sixty-two THE NINETEEN M. H. S. LOCALS Mr. Janssen—Irene, give the con- jugation of the word meaning “to tight.” Irene R. (to her neighbor)—What word means “to fight’’? Doris R.— Darn if I know. Irene — Darnifino, darnifinare, darnifinavi, darnifinatus. 4 Miss Meyer—What is a vacuum? Edward—It’s in my head, but I can’t explain it. (It doesn’t need explanation. It’s very evident.) 4 First Freshie—Why dcn’t ycu an- swer my question? Second Freshie—You paor prune, didn't you see me nod my head? First Freshie—No, but I thought I heard something rattle. 4 Mr. Janssen (vigorously shaking test tube containing acid)—What would I have if I kept this up until morning? Cecil—St. Vitus Dance. 4 What is life?—One thing after an- other. What is love? Two things after each other. 4 Mr. Janssen told us in Chem how to preserve eggs. We have eaten many kinds of preserves, but “egg preserves—Never.” 4 Mr. Vines, in U. S. History— What is the capital of Chile? Noble Senior—Con Carne. 4 We learned in Chem that machine oil is the same as cotton-seed oil. Imagine frying steaks in machine oil! In the Latin Class—Geo. Brody, translating, “And the father of the prodigal fell on his neck and wept.” Hank—And now tell me, George, why he wept. G. B.—Well, seems to me if you’d “fall” on your neck—you’d weep too. 4 Mrs. Dodson, Physiography Class —Thomas, what is a strait? Thomas R.—A “strait”—oh, yes —a “straight” beats three of a kind. 4 When his subjects asked him for food, all the Kaiser could say was, “Cheer up! The ‘wurst’ is yet to come.” 4 On Dec. 4, 1918, our delightful Freshman, Morris, and most digni- fied and esteemed Sophomore, Mr. F. Bucher, presented Mr. Janssen with a beautiful candy box filled with the most delicious—rocks. 4 Hank in Chem—Tell me some- thing about Aqueous Tension. Bright Junior—I don’t know the gentleman. 4 Cecil—George, quit playing with these “eternal” test tubes and an- swer these questions. 4 On Dec. 31, Miss H. Carson of Pawnee, 111., visited M. H. S. It seems so strange that on that par- ticular day, the first floor corridor had such an attraction for Mr. H. H. Janssen. He is usually “so” inter- ested in the Laboratory Experi- ments. Small and important.—Katherine Hayes, ’22 Si.vly-lhrec THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Sixty-four A Few M. H. S. Celebrities THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Future Freshies. During a recitation in arithmetic, in the eighth grade. Miss Moore called upon a pupil to give the time table. Future Freshie—Miss Moore, I couldn’t understand it. Miss M.—Did you study it. F. F.—Why, I wasted three good hours on it. Miss M.—Open your book, and tell me just how it was you couldn’t get it. F. F.—Oh, I didn’t try to get it out of the “book.” Miss M.—Well, where in the world did you study it? F. F.—At Union Station. £ Hank’s Philosophy—Two inches of platinum wire will cost $1.50. That’s because it’s so expensive. Mr. Janssen always speaks of Adam (atom), but never mentions Eve (?). Cecil knows “posilutely” that the equator runs north and south. “Whad’dye mean, Divisions?” Mr. Vines, in Civics — What trouble did we have during Wash- ington’s administration? Helen Eiler—Whiskey rebellion. Mr. V.—Well! How did you guess it? Did you look it up? George G.—No, she smelled it. 4 Mr. Vines—What is money? Geo. Brody—Money?—Money is what we need to produce our Annu- al. Important Junior—Mr. Janssen, I don’t think that I deserve an abso- lute zero for Chem this month. Mr. Janssen—Neither do I, but that is the lowest grade that I am allowed to give. £ A geometry theorem not found in books: “The behavior of the pupil varies inversely as his distance from the teacher.” Famous Senior—It’s hard work to keep from kissing you. Freshie—Well, don't exert your- self. Mr. Janssen actually asked George Brody what steel cables are made of. He really expected a mere Senior to know. He—Would you be hurt if I kissed you. She—Father’s a doctor. He—What would you think of me if I threw you a kiss? She—I’d think that you were the laziest boy I ever knew. Mr. Janssen in Chem, speaking of sulphur springs—There’s a “spring” in “Spring”field—well, you don’t have to believe it, if you don’t want to. 4f Mr. Vines (in history class)— Why did Spain lose her possessions in America? Important Junior—Because she didn’t hold them. Wild fancies in his moody brain Gambol’d unbridled and unbound.—Morris Rosenstrom, ’22 Sixty-five THE NINETEEN BIOGRAPHY CO X 2 Name OCCUPATION HOBBY Bennett Talking to Veo Attending a matinee Blackmore Walking Calling class meetings Brody Jack of all trades Latin Crowder Dancing Beaux Dant Flirting with Freshies Girls Eiler Talking Books Friedman Everybody's stenographer Woman’s rights Georgieff Studying Socialism Hickerson Lending her fountain pen Flowers ■ ' Kendall Experimenting in cook- ing Basketball McClatchey Studying fashion plates Fashions Rogers Chewing gum Shoes Stewart Keeping out of work Chasing rainbows Waggoner Giggling Entreating her soul CHIEF CHARACTER- ISTICS CHIEF AMBITION LIKELY TO BECOME Desire to be loved To have a beau A wife Self-sacrifice To grow tall A Chem professor Non-commercialism To go to Harvard A Cicero A ready smile To be perfect A prima donna Auburn hair (not red) To run a show Bachelor (?) Her incessant talking To grow thin A society leader Promptness To make a perfect society Representative in Congress Arguing To be a Socialist leader A capitalist (?) Silence To learn to dance A social butterfly Loving To be loved Hard to tell The faculty of getting her money’s worth To out-talk everybody A minister's wife Vivacity To find her ideal A millionaire Forgetfulness To do nothing A lawyer That good natured giggle To get the right HIM An old maid Sixty-six THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE FOLLOWING FIRMS ADVERTISED IN THE NINETEEN Patronize Them Andrews, S. Arnovitz, S. B. Ashlock, W. L. Bayer, H. J. Bergner Plumbing Co. Boston Store Bottom, C. J. Bottom, M. Britt Printing Publishing Co. Brody, H. Castellani, A. N. Champion Sons Cohn, A. Connole, H. H. Ccudy Bros. First National Bank of Madison Gay-Ola Bottling Co. Harmon, L. J. Hatscher, E. Hensler, J. Hilker, E. W. Hinde Hinde Hogan Jewelry Co. Jaccards Lahey, J. J. Levy Champion Madison Coal Co. Madison Confectionery Madison Co. Light Power Co. Madison Ice Cream Parlor Madison Theatre Merriam Co. Manhattan Tailoring Co. Nicola Bros. Pillow, C. J. Popovsky, D. N. Riddle, E. Rote, C. Sample Shoe Store Schaefer, Wm. A. Schermer Bros. Shanks, Lew Signaigo, C. W. Smith, C. N. Spohr, A. Steinger, Chas. Steinger, Jos. Sunderland, P. W. Taylor, Wm. Tri-City Coal Co. Trott, W. O. Veschuroff, C. P. West Disinfectant Co. He stood a spell on one foot first, Then stood a spell on t’other.—Franklin Bucher, 21 Sixty-seven THE NINETEEN M. H. S. PROFKSSIONAL CARDS CHAS. R. KISER, M. D. R. A. MARSHALL, D.D.S. DENTIST 201 i:t liMon Avenue Third Street mid MadlftOn Avenue J. L. SEEBOLD, M. D. W. J. FRANKLIN Fourth :in l MsmHkoii Ave. ATTORNEY AT LAW Bell. III. :(06 Kin. HENRY CONNOLE DR. SMITH ATTOHXEY AT LAW Foilrili Street mid MndlMon Avenue -IO!t 1 n«IImou A vc. Stop ! Look ! Listen ! IF IT HAD NOT BEEN FOR THE BUS- INESSMEN’S SPLENDID RESPONSE IN THE ADVERTISING SECTION, THIS BOOK WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED. Patronize Them ! ! ! You would never know she were about if you didn’t look for her. —Edith McDonald Sixty-eight THE NINETEEN M. H. S. First National Bank of Madison Absolute Safety Plus Good Service IF You want to buy or build a home, see us, we have money to loan for that purpose and will gladly help you. The Union Trust Co. of Madison Member of the Federal Reserve Bank Her opera eyes desire the truth.—Ruth Clapham, 21 Sixty-nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Nicola Brothers ( ) General Merchandise GROCERY, BUTCHER SHOP AND BAKERY 6C0 State Street Bell. Trl-Clty 20«—Kinloeh Phone, 60-1, Steamship Tickets WHEN THIRSTY Demand the 4-Ring Bottle Soda Water FOR IT IS THE BEST Manufactured by the Gay-Ola Bottling Co. SIXTH STREET Seventy The Wizard of English.—Miss Bostick THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Wanted, Lost, Found, and For Sale Column. Wanted—An alarm clock in order to wake up in time for class.—Don. For Sale—An entire set of books on “How to Win the Ladies.”— Handsome Emil Erickson. « Found—The kind of a girl for me. —Cecil Dant. Lost—My voice. Finder please have mercy and return it at once.— Bess. For Sale—14 well-located seats with desks to match, varnished, ad- mirably situated for whispering, daily naps, spit-wad shooting; in short, anything but studying. For sale to anyone but Freshies. “Go- ing out of business!”—The Seniors. Lost—One wild “Lizzie.” Finder please “tie” in a good pasture and hold until called for.—Earl Stewart. Wanted—some good Socialistic Ideas.—Geo. Georgieff. £ Found—One light amber comb, in my machine.—Cecil Dant. Lost—One heart, pretty well bent, but still not broken.—Earl Stewart. Wanted—Senior dignity.—Fresh- ies. « Lost—One perfectly good Chem credit.—Veo McC. Lost—One straight line, two cir- cles, four quadrupeds, ten parral- lelopipeds, and seven hectograms.— Miss Meyer. Miss Bostick—When did Shake- speare live? Veo McC.—In the Shakespearean age. Emil—Gee! Here’s an advertise- ment that says “Soft hats to suit your head.” Guess I’ll get one. Can Both Sides of a Street Be the Other Side? A geometry pupil thinks so. Just listen to the discourse between Miss Meyer and Franklin Bucher, walk- ing along Third street in front of the City Hall. Miss Meyer—Franklin, you did net prove the proposition that I gave you today. Franklin—No, ma’am, but to make up for that loss, I’ll prove that both sides of this street are the oth- er side. Miss M.—How do you prove that? F. B.—Well, it’s this way: The ether side is the other, isn’t it? Miss M.—Granted. F. B.—But the other side is only one side. Miss M.—Quite so. F. B.—Now if the other side is one side of the street, then this side must be the other. But the other side is the other. Therefore, both sides of the street are the other.—Q. E. D. Hank—“An hour before midnight is worth two after”—quoting the old proverb. Veo—Don’t you believe it? She’d rather talk with “the” man than an angel any day. —Veo McClatchey, ’19 Seventy-one THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Tri-City State Bank Madison, Illinois Capital $25,000 Surplus $3,500 Undivided Profits (Net) $3,000 OFFICERS Dr. Chas. R. Kiser, President R. B. Studebaker, Cashier Henry Meinecke, Vice-Pres. I. H. Riley, Assistant Cashier C. C. Reuterman, Assistant Cashier DIRECTORS Chas. R. Kiser O. S. Schooley Henry Meinecke R. B. Studebaker J. C. Hinde M. Hamm I. H. Riley A HOME BANK Owned and Controlled by Home People Great oaks from tiny acorns grow.—Edward Seuffert, ’22 Seventy-two THE NINETEEN M. H. S. IF YOU WISH THE BEST OF FRESH MEAT Just Call at HENSLER’S MEAT MARKET Photographic Work in This Book Done By S. Andrews Studio 909 MADISON AVENUE MADISON THEATRE Go There To-Night MRS. L. SPOHR A Complete Assortment of Stationery, Pencils Tablets Ice Cream and Candies Til I It I) STREET The Niinltatlon of the Madiwon iMililii School� In taken fare of by the West Disinfecting Company 1828-30 Pine St., St. Louis, Mo. Bell—Bomont 2700 Kinloch—Central 970 SEE US FOR l.iiiuiil Soap anil Dispensi ! Camphene Floor Dressinfj Sanitary Paper Towels Sweeping; Compounil Kwyk Metal Polish Inseetlelile llisinffi-t an t Deodorlr.lng; Appliance Fumigating Appliances Toilet Paper CIDOI. ROACH POWDER—Cl Ml A XTKEI) Get your rice and old shoes ready! Here comes the bride. —lo Ridge, ’19 Seventy-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. How silent, how meditative and all, George’s thoughts are high because he’s tall.—George Brody, ’19 Seventy-four THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE LEAVENING PRINCIPLE OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY (Continued from page fifty-nine) Women are to play an important role in determining the trend of education in the future. They are to influence and modify educational administration and methods; they will do much to determine the value and scope of the work of the public school. Is not this a work bene- ficial to nations? To see that the future citizens are well-trained is a problem for women, for women who themselves are educated. Proper courses of study must be outlined and proper text books must be se- lected. All this is to be accomplished by women, for these alone under- stand the child. Some people think that just because a girl is going to get married she needs no education. I suppose these people mean, in other words, a girl should not get an education unless she determines to remain single. The absurdity of such an idea! Marriage is the most important thing in life. Then why shouldn’t the parties to a marriage contract be as well-educated, as competent, as intellectual, as the parties composing a business corporation, or a law concern? By no means do I wish to put marriage on a commercial basis, although there are people who consider this sacred relationship in that light. I simply wish to empha- size that marriage and the home are just what demand an education. If the husband and the wife are equal intellectually,, they will have an entirely different view of marriage than do unequal participants in a marriage relationship. Marriage will, then, not be as is so often stated, “a business proposition.” There will be no rule by one member with subjection for the other, as can be detected in thousands of homes where the woman is accorded no consideration other than mere treat- ment as a servant. Although this subordination of the wife is much more apparent in the homes of Germans and other foreigners than in our own American homes, the cause can be plainly seen to be lack of education; and so long as our American women are uneducated the same danger will lurk here. Again, if the wife and husband are equals there can be few do- mestic differences; instead, mutual help will be evident, and happiness will be the result. Each party to the marriage contract will have as his aim duties to fulfill that will be of benefit to the other party; altruism, not selfishness, will be supreme; and altruism in motive is the only source of happiness. The children of such a union have countless advantages. A child whose parents are equal morally, physically, and intellectually, will, of a certainty, be a high type of child. The mother, who of course will be well-educated—and by this I mean college-educated or the equivalent thereof—will, in the early training of her child, search out his faults and defects, study them, and remedy them in a sensible way. She will (Continued on page eighty-five) Drones hive not with me.—Lydia Schaefer, ’22 Seventy-five THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Kinloch 521-L If You Would Have Tour Clothes Question Definitely Solved— C. JACK PILLOW BETWEEN 3D AND ITH STS., MADISON AYE. Hoft'ninn Steam Press in Connection Kinloch 60-R W. L. ASHLOCK AH Kinds of Sheet Metal Work Automobile Radiator Repair- ing a Specialty SIXTH AND G STREETS Compliments of Miss M. Bottom V DRY GOODS NOTIONS GENTS’ FURNISHINGS C.N. SMITH DEALER IN HARDWARE, PAINTS, Etc. Expert Watch Repairing Next door to post-office MADISON, ILL. YOU KNOW WHAT WE SELL! MADISON CONFECTIONERY TRI-CITY COAL AND FEED COMPANY (Incorporated) HAY, GRAIN, CO A I,, Phones: Kinloch, 446—Bell, Illinois 446 ICE, MIM, FEED McKinley Tracks and Market Street lay me down and slept.—Donald Clapham, ’20 Seventy-six THE NINETEEN M. H. S. H. BRODY The Home of HART, SCHAFFNER MARX CLOTHES Quality—Style 407 MADISON AVENUE C. J. Bottom Druggist Madison How long wilt thou sleep, thou sluggard?—Miss Meyer. THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Connole Bros. General Insurance, Real Estate, Rents Collected 403 Madison Avenue MADISON, ILLINOIS Phones: Kinloch 306 Bell, Illinois 306 WE WRITE Fire, Tornado, Burglary, Plate Glass, Liability, Health, Life, Accident, Automobile and Surety Bonds “Nature has modeled queer men in her times.”—Peter Argelan, ’22 Seventy-eight THE NINETEEN M. H. S. I'Ikhic, Kinlooh 9 Madison Garage Machine Co. AUTOMOBILE REPAIRING A SPECIALTY Welding—Accessories—Gasoline—Oils Carbon Burning 608-10 Madison Avenue MADISON, ILL. PHONES Bell, Tri-City 213 Kinloch 213-L LEVY FURNITURE CO. Formerly Levy Champion 414-16 MADISON AVENUE We’re afraid she’ll some day be hefty.—Amy Behrends. Seventy-nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. The Puzzle BARBER SHOP—YOU’RE NEXT F.. RIDDLES, Prop. THIRD STREET MADISON COAL COMPANY COAL, ICE AND FEED MovIiir mid Genrriil Hauling Done at Reasonable Hairs Telephone your order—Kinloch 643-R SIXTH AND STATE STREETS MEINECKE HINDE GROCERIES AND MEATS Kill., 284-L S. WILSON SON CHAS. STEINGER Outfitters for Men, Women and General Merchandise Children. Lowest Priced Store in the Tri-Cities. COR. DOUGLAS A WEAVER 1114-1116 Logan St., North Venice NORTH VENICE SCHERMER BROS. 12TH AND MADISON AVE„ MADISON, ILL. “Everything for the Home’’ Greater men than have lived, but I doubt it.—Harry Steinger, ’20 Eighty THE NINETEEN M. H. S. HINDE C HINDE REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE Uoth Phone� COUDY BROS. LUMBER, HARDWARE, PAINT AND OIL Our Mottc—Good Goods and Good Service Call on us—Yours to serve GRANITE CITY MADISON A poetess in a golden clime was borne with golden stars alone. —Doris Rogers, 22 Eighty-otic THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Tri-City 125 Kin., 258 TROTT'S DRUG STORE L. J. HARMON ! Groceries and Meats 4th and Madison Avenues FIFTH STREET LEW SHANKS MUSIC FURNISHED FOR ANY AND ALL OCCASIONS 1426 SIXTH STREET A. COHN P. W. SUNDERLAND Tailor and Draper for Groceries and Meats Well-Dressed Men FIFTH STREET We AIxo l)o Cleaning; and Pressing 20� MADISON AV. Kin., 345-R WM. TAYLOR COAL AND MOVING Piano Moving a Specialty All Furniture Handled With Care Phone, Kin. 24 1508 SECOND STREET Ever undaunted she works on.—Beatrice Friedman, ’19 Eighty-two THE NINETEEN M. H. S. C. W. SIGNAIGO Sheet Metal Work Agent for Z-Ro King Furnace Kin., 345-L, 20« MADISON AV. MRS. C. ROTE Confectionery News-Stand 1503 THIRD STREET Compliments of S. B. Arn GENERAL MERCHANDISE Douglas and Weaver NORTH VENICE tin. 223 Bell—Trl-CIty 222 St. LouIm City License No. 113 J. J. LAHEY EMBALMER AND FUNERAL DIRECTOR DEPUTY CORONER Mrs. Margaret E. Lahey, Lady Embalmer Fifth and Madison Avenue MOTOR SERVICE A gentle joyous spirit is a tresure.—Lucille Renninger, ’22 Eighty-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. COMPLIMENTS OF E. Hatscher Grocer Co. IF YOU ARE A PARTICULAR MILK USER, TRY SWISS NATURAL MILK Fresh from Our Farm (12th St. and R. It. Tracks) Direct to you. Get the benefit of Pure Milk. Call us up. Quality, Service, guaranteed. SWISS DAIRY CO. Sixth Street K- 400 Bell, 111. 221-It A spirit so still and so quiet.—Ruth Blackmore, ’22 Eighty-four THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE LEAVENING PRINCIPLE OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY (Continued from page seventy-five) net correct the child by continually scolding him, revealing his weak- nesses before strangers, or reminding him at all hours of the day of his misdemeanors. Instead, when the child performs some good act, the mother will praise him. And since it is human nature to like to be praised—the child will continue to do things which deserve commenda- tion. As the child grows older, the mother, through close observation and a wealth of experience and memory of her childhood days, will realize the exigencies of his growing mind, and will understand the strong desires of his youth. In fact, she will interpret his every mood, and will not, as is done at present in many homes, laugh at his views and ideas. Deriding a child’s ideas is a serious thing, for it not only weakens the child by making him believe that his ideas are all wrong—but it discourages him, and makes him unable to think for himself. And one of the most common effects of discouragement is self-consciousness. A child may want to say something, but being afraid he will be laughed at, rather than be ridiculed, he keeps silent. As he advances in years he continues reticent in matters of opinion, and has thus become incapable cf holding an intelligent conversation. But does anyone place the source of this incapacity without the child? No. People, without further judg- ment, say the child is weak-minded; they never attribute his reticence to the proper source. The mother should be her child’s best friend. She should alwaye be taken into his confidence and asked for advice. But her advice must not be abruptly or insinuatively given; for the child’s heart is like a flower; it opens to soft dew, but shuts to a violent downpour of rain. If the mother have the insight, she will understand this. Then, the mother must be kind. Of kindness George Eliot says, “In the man whose childhood has known caresses and kindness, there is always a fibre of memory that can be touched to gentle influences. ’ A kindness will never be forgotten; a dog never forgets the man who binds his wounded paw. If the mother in understanding the problems cf chidhood treats the child kindly, the spark of love thus generated will live forever. Edison’s mother, who was a well-educated woman, was the only person who believed in her boy. As a child, this great inventor disliked study under his school-teachers, and, consequently, failed at school. His friends said he would never amount to anything; yet his mother had faith and hope—she understood him, and gave him an education at home. What is he now? The wizard of the twentieth century. Relative to attention to children, not only is the higher education of woman a necessity; a higher education in general is needed. The (Continued on page eighty-nine) Good stuff often comes in mall packages.—Mr. Stice Eighty-five THE NINETEEN M. H. S. □ I ID An Invitation ONE of the most important details in the construction of a home, is the Plumbing; for upon its quality and character depends not only the comfort of the family, but the health of every member of it, as well. For the convenience of those who con- template building or remodeling, we have fitted up a large Show Room, at 312-14 Madison Avenue, where we have on display a large and most complete line of up-to-date plumbing fixtures and Electrical Appliances, including every- thing needed for the most modern man- sion as well as for the more modest home, where cost must be considered. We Extend You a Cordial Invitation to visit our Show Room and to make a thorough inspection of the many new and novel creations in Sanitary Plumb- ing Fixtures and Electrical Appliances to be found there. BERGNER PLUMBING, HEATING SUPPLY CO. 312 MADISON AVENUE, MADISON, ILLINOIS □ 1— in Love me and the world is mine.—Lola Layman, 22 Eiglity-six THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Money Controls the World niul (lie MANHATTAN TAILORING COMPANY CONTROLS THE CLOTHES The Only Reliable and Union Tailor� in Madison 14:� l Til I 111! STREET JOS. STEINGER’S Liberty Market Now gives Eagle Stamps with all purchases of groceries and meats. We also carry only the finest Cali- fornia fruits obtainable. Double value for your money plus Eagle Stamps is an inducement that every economical housewife should take advantage of. 417 Madison Avenue MADISON, II.U. Bell Plione, Tri-City 102 THE MADISON SAMPLE SHOE STORE 221 MADISON AVENUE Everything in Shoes Except the Feet Granite City Madison Kin.. 70-1. Kin., 414 HOGAN'S For Fine Jewelry Granite City—1S12 Nineteenth St. Madison—Madison Ave. . . . Compliments of. . . C. P. VESCHUROFF Mens and Boys’ Furnishings 1236 MADISON AVENUE Oh! she'll sing the savageness out of a bear.—Ethel Bennett, ’19 Eighty-seven THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Madison County Light Po wer Company JACCARD’S (The Mcrmod, Jaccard Kin« Jewelry Co.) ST. LOUIS, MO. Manufacturer. and Itetniler. of College and Fraternity Jewelry and Stationery of the Better Quality. Sample Book and Illustrations sent upon request; prices the lowest, quality considered. Write I s for Special TerniK an l Price on Your School Work We are the largest and most exclusive Jewelry and Diamond House in the West. Mail Or- ders carefully filled. tlftu ntOiuU dj ‘TJieu aruC of WEBSTER’S NEW INTERNATIONAL DICTIONARIES are in use by business men, engineers, bankers, judges, archi- tects, physicians, farmers, teachers, libra- rians, clergymen, l y KtirceKsful im n mid women the world over. Are You Equipped to Win ? 400,000 Vocabulary Terms. 2700 Pages. 6000 Illustrations. Regular and India-Paper Editions. Write for spec- imen pages. Free, a set of Pocket Maps if you name this paper. g. c. merriam CO., Springfield, Mass. To strive, to seek, and not to yield.—Ethel Norvell, ’22 Eighty-eight THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE LEAVENING PRINCIPLES OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY (Continued from page eighty-five) father, if he have obtained the insight which comes through education, displays a different and better attitude toward his child. In many homes children receive little attention from the father; they grow up to man- hood and womanhood without having had a single heart-to-heart talk with him. They do not have the privilege of his counsel, which would be most helpful in many an urgent case. But the educated father, the father who sees, takes an interest in his child, and strives to give him every chance; he understands him. This paternal insight and counsel is of supreme importance, for the children of today are to be the citizens of tomorrow. It may very well happen, to be sure, that if a woman enters busi- ness life early, she may prove highly successful; but business success has been won by many semi-educated or by positively uneducated peo- ple. Business success does not sum up the whole art of living; neither does money nor any other material wealth. The mere accumulation of wealth is of minute insignificance; it is the intrinsic worth of the indi- vidual that is of supreme importance. Of course, money is a means to an end, but it is not the end itself; and living is not making money. Living is giving the best to the world and gaining the best, not in a material sense, but in a moral and ethical sense, from the world. In any event, for every semi-educated man who really succeeds in business, there are probably a thousand who perpetually flounder between a bare existence and complete failure. We hear much about “self-made” men who attain wealth and suc- cess; and these statements are usually made in arguments against edu- cation. But seldom or never do we hear of the multitude who are on the shivering edge of degradation, moral and material, because they did not get a proper schooling. As with everything else, this need for a higher education must have a beginning. When people shall see that an education is what counts; when they shall awake to the fact that the real value o the individual is of supreme importance; when they shall realize that life is not a mere accumulation of wealth—then will more and more girls and boys be given a higher education. Girls who at present demand a higher educa- tion, are establishing a precedent to be adhered to by future genera- tions. And it is very important that this precedent be established for the reason that women must more and more demonstrate their equality with, if not their superiority, to men. The idea of man’s superiority is bred only of ignorance; and to eliminate ignorance is to banish this idea. If to call man superior just because he is physically stronger be laudable, then to say that a savage who has the body and strength of a Hercules is superior to a highly-trained and educated man of slighter physique is likewise laudable. But the equality of the sexes is not tc be (Concluded on page ninety-one) Eighty-nine THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Kin., 295-R Bell, Tri-city 42 MADISON D. N. POPOVSKY ICE CREAM PARLOR Home of Art Calendars, Wallpockets, Advertising Novelties, Etc. High-Grade Ice Cream, Soda, Fruit, Cigars, and Home- Made Candies 13«« MADISON A VENUE 1223 MADISON AVENUE Better Values for Less Money . .. Clothing for .. . MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN THE BOSTON STORE Fourth and Madison Avenues Keitidence, Kin. 67-H —PHONES— Ollier, Kin. 1124-1, H. J. BAYER 1515 THIRD STREET Painting Decorating — We Sell — HIGH-GRADE PAINTS, BRUSHES, WINDOW GLASS, WALLPAPER Instructions for using furnished free with any material bought Paint your own automobile with “AUTOGLOSS” THE NINETEEN M. H. S. THE LEAVENING PRINCIPLES OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY (Concluded) based on physical strength. The standard by which equality is to be judged in this case is the worth of the individual to society and to the world. Then, to say that woman is not equal to man is to say that she is not worth as much to the world; and for this statement there is plainly no basis in fact. Ours is a hard age for the untrained; for the imperfectly-educated. This age demands more than did former ages, and its rewards are to be gained in ample measure only by those of abundant knowledge, well- directed intelligence and capacity for sustained thought. These qual- ities are what education develops. We know that time has wrought wonderful changes; and we know that changes shall occur until the end of time. Yet the light of the age when education shall be regarded as the greatest necessity for all, shines brightly on the horizon of the future. One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves. —Beatrice Friedman, T9. THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Mr. Janssen in Chem, speaking of properties of lead—“What about white lead?” Bright Titian-haired Senior—“White lead? Oh, it’s white!” Miss Bostick—“Explain what is meant by Exposition of Descrip- tion.” George Brody—“Well, if you were telling a person how to reach a certain destination, you might tell him to look for a green house painted red. That is Exposition of Description.” His explanation was accepted as very satisfactory. Martha Rogers—“Did you hear about Cecil Dant’s auto turning turtle?” Io Kendall—“Gee! I knew it was slow, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” 4 Mother—“Ethel, what are you doing out there?” Ethel H.—“I’m looking at the moon, mother.” Mother—“Well, tell the moon to go home, and come in off that porch. It’s half past eleven.” Miss Megowen (in music)—“Mr. Janssen, you’re flat.” Mr. Janssen—“Very much?” Joe Spears—“Only a little flat, about two rooms and a bath.” Mrs. Dodson—“Who can describe a caterpillar?” Tommy Richardson—“A caterpillar is an upholstered worm. Miss Bostick—“Don, will you please close the window for me?” Don—“Yes, dear.” Miss B.— After this, Don, omit all superfluous words in answering . % Mr. Janssen (Chem)—“What is hydrogen sulphite, George?” George Georgieff—“A white solid, very deliquescent in water.” Jfc Bernard Anderson—“What is Saratoga noted for?” Roper Harrison—“Chips.” Jjk 4 Emil (in Lab)—“Lend me some silver.” Vasil V.—“I would, but I’m broke, too.” Ye are green wood; see ye warp not.—Roper Harrison, ’21 Ninety-two THE NINETEEN M. H. S. E. W. Hilker Feed Coal Co. Feed, Coal Building Materials GRANITE CITY, ILL. Place your order for your winter coal with Hilker Supply Com- pany, Granite City and Madison, dealers in both anthracite and bituminous. Always have large supply on hand. Kinloch No. 1, Illinois 110 ___________________________________________________ “IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT COUNT” Announcements, Programs, Tickets, School Annuals, Letter heads, Billheads, Envelopes, Cards, Folders, Everything for the Office or Factory. Olive 4822-4823 NINTH—WALNUT—S. W. CORNER Central 3006 We Like Big Printing Orders We Appreciate Little Ones Ninety-three THE NINETEEN M. H. S. Miss Megowen—“This lettuce tastes funny. Are you sure you washed it?” Doris R.—‘‘Yes, ma’am, with soap and water.” 4 4 Miss Bostick—“Cecil, have you read ‘The Tales of a Mystic Inn? Cecil Dant—“No, ma'am. Miss B.—“Have you read Adam Bede?” Cec.—“No, ma’am.” Miss B.—“Well, what have you read?” Cec.—“RED hair.” 4 4 4 Mr. Janssen (Chem)—“Monday we have a test.” Martha—“What for?” Mr. J.—“To test your brain matter.” Martha—“Why, we didn’t learn to test that. We only learned to test nitrates and sulphates.” 44 Mr. Vines—“Cecil, what were those notes you threw to Earl? Cecil D.—“Nothing but love letters, Mr. Vines.” 4 4 4 Miss Meyer (Solid Geom)—“I want you to do it this way. Harry Steinger—“I never had it that way before. Miss M.—“How often did you ever have it?” Harry—“Never.” A cheerful lass, a pretty lass, a friend sincere and true. —Helen Eiler, ’19 Ninety-four iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiimmiiiMiiiinmiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiimiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimimiiiimiimiimiiiiiiiiiiiimiiii ilium • 11 ■ 11 ii 11 ii 11111111111 mi it i in 11111 ■ m in 111111111 ■ 11 • 11111111 ■ 1111 111 ■ i ■ 111 ii i ii MIIIIIC 480153480148005323534801532323482353232353484853530253235348025300025348534802