Manual Arts High School - Artisan Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 216 of the 1913 volume:

A A THE BELTISFIN Yuan.: sl-:nn Bw TH: Bssocurrnn S1um:N1'a or THE mzmuar. Hans Hlsuscl-soon. f.osBna::c.ss,Cm.. UC Tl-IC STUDENTS DF MAFJHL BBT5 Oamcnrc 'Inns Boon To Ulm EIEND Omar Eason Wlason Dedication Contents Faculty ............... - . . . The Hunting Call of Springn.. Editorial .... ..... . , ....... . v Senior A s .........,. Miss Andrus .... Class Senio Officers ..... r Pictures. .. Baby Pictures Class Class History ..... Class Auction. . . Class Prophecy. . . After Graduation. . W' I4 ............... Eleventh Grade ...... Tenth Grade ..... Freshman Music Department .... Art Depar tment ..... Athletics . . . . . Alumni News. . Dramatics Auditorium . . . Pen and Pencil Organizations . jokes ........ Advertisements Autographs . . . Officers ncigfl Engliuh Erpartmrnt Colver, Mary C., Head of Dept. Andrus, Ethel P. Gregory, Alice E. Bailey, Forest C. Howell, Maude T. Birdsall, Harriet E. Lavayea, Grace W. Carey, Katherine L. Levy, Elma C. Faddis, Miriam S. Levy, Juliette Fenwick, Arthur M. Parsons, Belle Ragnar Foster, Nancy K. Rice, Geo. A. Fowler, Una E. Rutledge, Bertha Freeman, Blanche K. frllatlirnnaiim Brpzxrtnirnt Fulton, Theo., Head of Dept. Cilker, Martha E. Jensen, Dagmar C. Farnum, Eva C. McDaniels, Geo. N. Getchell, Charlotte H. Bibbins, Mrs. Doris Hostetler, Edward E. Willson, Isabelle igintnrg Erpartlnrnt Grant, Louise M., Head of Dept. Dole, Sara L. Newell, J. B. Fonda, C. P. Whinery, Leta J. Hope, Dr. Edward J. Page 7 Srirnrr Brpartmrnt Mitchell, Geo. E., Head of Dept. Cahoon, Charlotte Durkee, Florence illnrrign Eanguagr Evpartmrnt Goodenow, Francis G., Head of Dept. E. Buehner, Valentine Lemos, Anna A. Dodge, Florence I. Manning, Constance F. Hauschild, Geo. W. Schiller, Frederick Art iilrpnrtmrnt Donaldson, Douglas, Head of Dept. Ames, Florence Perry, Amy L. Donaldson, Marguerite I. Wagner, Rob. fllllrrhaniral Brnming Brpartmrni Detrick, H. L., Head of Dept. Mount, M. H. Quintin, Scott Nillson, Percy illllrrhanir Arm Brpartmrnt Rea, Harry A., Head of Dept. Beswick, John C. Rilliet, Chas. E. Nihart, C. E: Williams, W. D. Ohlsson, G. A. Glover, Wood Bnmrutir iirnnnmir Erpurtmrnt McKinley, Mae, Head of Dept. Beecher, Hadassah C. Magee, Letitia Lane Hodge, Ruby M. Sullivan, Minnie I. Qlnmmrrrial Erpartinrnt Armstrong, F. J., Head of Dept. Austin. M. E. Phelps, Amy L. Baldwin, Ida M. Schilling, Lannette Hague, Irvin M. , Wiatt, R. E. Page 8 flllluuir Erpartmrnt Groves, Mary Esta, Head of Dept. Wilson, Olive P. Granger, Hazel lghgairal Uraining Brpartmrnt, Bugs Hart, Trusten M. Blesse, C. H. lghguiral Glraining Brpurtmrnt, Girlz Morgan, Marian R. Gephart, Mae B. Jackman, Madge S. Lginlngiral Brpurtmrnt Whitley, J. H., Head of Dept. Chase, Ray E. Swerdfeger, Isabel ilbffirr Wilson, A. E., Principal Clayton A B V1cePr1n Wright Verna Mae Secretary illlhrarg Dunn M. S ' fl if cipal Petit F M Clerk lt. 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UNMIQT QQ QQ 55 H do f I 'I' as Ihr Quntmg 012111 nf Spring Cleai wind the horns of Spring again O er mellovxing hills they ring again Farewell to cold and dark' Up up' and brush the dews away The sun comes laughing through the grey To gild the flying robes of Mav Hark forvn ard hark' The hordes of hope are out again Room for the merry rout again Whose revels chase the dark' And through the song awakened hours The bright ianks follovx flowers on flow ers Hark form ard hark' Beside the hurrying stream again We ll find our last year s dream again Where pipes the meadow lark Come love of mine earth s fairest thing With eyes that shine and lips that sing Haste to the ringing call of Spring' Hark forward hark' HENRY G REINECKE A11 From Pen and Pencil N V N 5 I' 'Jw' N2 , V. . Y . . A ! - l ,. 1 ' ' ., ! Y Y 7 ' I 7 Their couriers are the dancing showers, ' ' ', . ' , : 7 7 I ' . . . . , ! 7 ' . 9 I , n I . 1 , 1 , - Q , 7 7 ' . , . Al ' ll - .ku if .Q as? Q, gg J :FL NM I Y ,, . -', - :. 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But when the twenty- seventh day of June dawns, the charms of the mountains, the sea, and all outdoors will no longer be as water was to Tantalus. Then we may drink of the joy of living. Then we will go up into the mountains, not because it is good for us, nor because we have been advised to, but because We must. The lure is in the very air and lucky are they who may answer it. Whether in the mountains. at the beach, or in his own back yard, Here's wishing every Manual Artisan, all the joy that the 'Good old summer time' can give. ilinrnunrh We, the present staff of the Artisan, present this, our work, to the students and faculty of Manual Arts without fear or apology. It is the first and last book we ever have or shall get out, and experience is a severe teacher. We are cognizant of its many shortcomings, there are many things which we would do differently, could we do it over again. But we have worked, and worked hard. Few can judge what a tremendous undertaking it is. We have done our best. The only thanks we ask is that it be appreciated. 'To err is human, to forgive divine. Be divine. Zilhankn tn thi' Mm zmh lgvnril In compiling this semi-annual, a great load was lifted from our minds through the courtesy of the Pen and Pencil Club. Owing to unforseen circumstances, they were unable to publish their book at the last minute. They kindly con- sented to let their material appear in this semi-annual, thus eliminating for us all the worry and troubleof collecting good stories. They have worked hardg their material is Page I 9 choice, and it is with much pleasure that we think of it as a credit to our book. To them We extend hearty thanks and best Wishes for a prosperous future. It is as a special privilege, that the poem, The Call of Spring, from their section, appears in the front of the book. Er! 335 fbias Ehankn For the successful completion of this semi-annual, we are indebted to many people. We give our thanks, first of all, to Mr. Glover, who has patiently waited and smiled, though the material was weeks late. Nor is Mrs. Colver less deserving of our gratitude for her time, trouble, and unceasing efforts on our behalf. We are especially indebted to Miss Donaldson and Mr. Wagner for their able direction of the Art Department in securing the art workg to the whole faculty for our disturbance of their classes from time to timeg and to the Whole school for their loyal support. Page 20 U Vx J' ,f X W 3 wkfgj 5 X ! w X Q 4' J ij 2 X w . , 1 Q, , K-.JJ X 4 Klum! X xx X xi XJ Miss Andrus Y ix ' :vw -, ' fw.,,,,, ' ' ' ff' V ,HQ ' 7 ? . V fig, .Q ,. . LOUISE PHELAN. Vice Pres. GEORGE SWEZEA. Trers HARRISON SMITH, Pres ALFRED ACKERMAN, Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading. German Club, 3-'4. Editor Manual Arts Weekly, 4. EDITH ALDRICH, Fashioned so slenderly, Young and so fair. Glee Club, 4, Adel, 4. VERNER ALLEN, He reads much, He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. Sec. Self-Gov., 35 Mimer., 45 Tennis, 4. ALMA ANDERSON, Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favors call. Self-Gov., 33 Mimer., 3-43 Coun- cil, Sec. S. B. O., 43 German Club, 1g Eng. Soc., 3. ELMER BARR, With lokkes crulle, as they were leyd in presse. Self.-Gov., 2-35 Aerial Club, 3g Adel., 2-3-4. RUTH BASEHORE, Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low-an excellent thing in woman. HELEN BATES, Her ways are ways of pleasant- ness, And all her paths are peace. PALMER BECKVVITH, Born for success he seemed. JESSIE BISSELL, She coude roste, and sethe, and broille, and frye. BLANCHE BENNETT, Her sunny locks hang on her tem- ples like a golden fleece. Adel., 2-3h-43 Rostra, 2-33 Mimer., 3-4. ANNA BERRYMAN, Genteel in personagef' JOE BREWSTER, A noticeable man with large grey eyes. MARGARET BULLEN, And though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. HELEN BURTON, Oh what may she within her hide, Though angel on the outward side. Self-Gov., 35 Staff, 45 Adel., 3- 4, Fencing, 3. EVELYN BURGESS, What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own. Mimer., 1-2-3-43 Council, lg Pen and Pencil. 49 Weekly Staff, 4. HAZELL CHRISTINE, Be to her virtues very kindg Be to her faults a little blind. Hockey, 35 Glee Club, 43 Dancing' Class, 4. LYLA CLARK, Watch me-I'll grow. RICHARD COLLINS. For my voice, I have lost it, with hallowing' and singing of an- themsf' CLIFFORD DAVIS. 'AA man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh. VIOLET DUNN, Sweet as English air could make her, she. Hockey. EDWARD EARL. A jolly brisk blade. Self-Gov., 43 Adel., 1-2-3-45 German Club Pres., 45 Ass. Ed. Weekly Staff, 4. GRACE EBERTS, Hir eyen greye as glasf' RICHARD EDVVARDS, I am Sir Oracleg and when I ope my lips, let no dog bark. Senate, 3-4, German Club, 3- 45 Mim.. 4. NORMAN ENZ, Had sighed to many, though he loved but one. Staff, 4g Editor, 4, Pen and Pencil, 43 Council, 4. INEZ FARLOW, She lives for pleasure. Pen and Pencil, 43 Adel., 4. ELNAH FILLMORE, She hath two eyes so soft and brown. CLIFTON FLEMING, With flowing locks of auburn hue. Track, 3. MELVILLE FOSTER, A flattering painter. who made it his care. To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. I EMILY FRICK, I am resolved to grow fat and look young until forty. ANNA GODDING, I wish I had thy inches. Self-Gov., 23 Mimer., 45 Hockey, 3 4 THERESA GOSS, Unawed by power and unappall'd by fear. Council, 3, Vice-Pres. S. B. O., 4, Mimer., 1-2-3-43 Pres., 3g Staff, 2g Adel., 3-4, Pres. Rostra, 3g Debating. MYRA DELL GRETHER. She uttereth piercing eloquence. Pres. Rostra, 3-43 Adel., 1-2- 3-43 Mimer., 3-43 Vice-Pres. S. B. O.. 43 Council, 3-43 De- hating. JULIET GRISWOLD, She is as sunny as her locks. Adel., 45 Glee Club, 2-3-4. RAY HARPER, And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew. VERLA HART. She is pretty, she is shy. But there is mischief in her eye Vice-Pres. Self-Gov., 4. RAY HAWLEY, On their own merits, modest men are dumb. Glee Club, Ll. vw WINIFRED HAZEN, No mouse was ever half so stlll as this little lass. NANNIE HERON, Better out of the world, than out of fashion. Staif, 3. HELEN HINE, I watch over him with all love and care. Self-Gov., 3-4g Pres., 45 Staif, 45 Fancy Dancing, 2-3-4g Adel., 3-4. MARIAN HOLLAND, O that it were my chief delight to do things I ought. Adel., 3-45 Players' Club, 4g Staff, 4g Pen and Pencil, 43 Council, 3. WILLIAM HUFF, ' And then the lover, Sighing like a furnace. Football, 45 Mimer., 2-3-4. Self-Gov., 33 Council, 3-43 LUCILLE JACKSON, She does lttle kindnesses, Which most leave undone or de- spise. Mimer., 3-45 Adel., 45 Rostra, 344g German Club, 3-4. EARL JOHNSON, E'en though variqushed he could argue still. Adel., 2-3--4g Pres. S. B. O., 25 Senate, 2-3--4. TODD JOHNSON, Come not within the measure of my wrath. PERCY JONES, Hath any man seen him at the b3.1'bGl',S?u Orches.g Bandg Camera Club, 33 Self-Gov., 25 Staif, 3. MILDRED KENNEDY, Whose large blue eyes, fair locks and snowy hands, Would shake the saintship of an anchoritef' Adel., 3-4, Eng. Soc., 33 Glee Club, 3-43 Sec. Self-Gov., 2. MURIEL KIRCHHOFFER, This lass so neat with smiles so sweet. Mimer, 2-3. ELEANOR KIMBLE, The glory of a firm, capacious mind. Mimer, 1-2-3--4g Adel., 33 Self-Gov., 2, Rostra, 3-4. EMMA LANNING, She's modest as any, and blythe as she's bonnyf' Self-Gov., 1g Pen and Pencil, 4: Archery, 4g Mimer., 1-2-3- 4g Adel., 2-3-43 Hockey, 3, Orchestra, 1-2-3-45 String Quartette, 4. MABLE LAWRENCE, Modest and simple and sweet, the very type of Priscilla. Self-Gov., 2. GRACE LINCOLN, Tn action faithful, and in honor clear. Mimer., 3-45 Fancy Dancing, 1 -2-3. ESTHER MAGIE, If she will do't, she willg and there's an end o11't. Self-Gov., 33 Adel., 35 Mimer., 1 -2-3-49 Staff, 2. GERTRUDE MAGIE, Wise to resolve and patient to perform. Vice-Pres. Self-Gov., 39 Mimer., 1. ISABEL MARTIN, To write a verse or two is the praise That I can raise. Staff, 43 Adel., 45 Council, 33 Dancing Class, 3. RUTH MERRILL, 'Tis pleasant sure to see one's name ln print. S. G., 25 Adel., 43 Council, 2- 33 Staff, 27 Glee Club, 3. FAY MITCHELL, , Is she not passing fair EDITH M'GAHAN, Her mirth the world required. Mandolin Club, 3-45 Mimer, 1 -2-3-4g Adel., 4. KENNETH M'KINLEY, BashfuIness is an ornament to youth. Mimer, 3-45 Pen and Pencil, 4. CALLA MATHISON, She is of so free, so kind, so apt 21 disposition. Pres. Self-Gov., 25 Rostra, 3-45 Ass. Editor Staff, 3-4. RUBYE MATHEWS, Modesty is the citadel of beauty and virtue. LOUISE MOON, Still to be neat, still to be dressed As you were going to a feast. Rostra, 35 Mimer., 2-33 Arch- ery, 4. JOHN MORGAN, He trudged along' unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he Went for want of thought. Mimer, 15 Self-Govt., . WALTER MORGAN, Fill longe were his legges, and ful lene. Adel., 4g Pres. Mandolin Club, 4g German Club, 4. ESTELLE NESBIT, The pineapple of politeness. Self-Gov., 13 Rostra, 33 Mimer., 4. BEATRICE NOURSE, With malice toward none, and charity toward ull. Mandolin Club, 3-4, Adel., 49 Dancing Class, 4. IRENE PAULY, Talking she knew not why and cared not what. Self-Gov., 35 Rostra, 33 Pres. German Club, 3. LOUISE PHELAN, She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant to think on. Players' Club, 43 Adel., 4, Mi- mer, 1-2. GRACE PIERCE, She was good as she was fair. Adel., 4, Mimer, 3--45 Self-Gov., 35 Council, 35 Staff, 3, Eng. Soc., 3. GERTRUDE POLE, Fix't in her will. NELLIE RADCLIFFE, Plain without pomp, and rich without show. RAY REYNOLDS, He was a man of rare undoubted might. Baseball, 3-43 Football, 3-4. ISLAY ROGERS, The mildest manner and the brav- est mind. German Club, 4. IRENE RONEY, I come to' class when I have noth ng else to do. Adel., 3-4. AMNA RUSSELL, Whence is thy learning? Glee Club, 3-43 Adel., 4. SEWELL THOMPSON, Mislike me not for my com- plexionf' Senate, 25 Debater, 37 Tennis Team Mgr., lg Pen and Pen- cil, 4. HAROLD WAGGONER, Little,-but oh my! Adel., 3-43 Self-Gov., 2-3, Pres. S. B. O., 25 Mandolin Club, 45 Football, 2-3-4, Capt., 2. LELAND SHARP, Wel coulde he syngef' Adel., 4. ROLLO SHAW, If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me. Council, 45 Senate, 2-3-4: Pres., 43 Adel., 3-45 Self- Gov., 3-45 Pen and Pencil, 4, Players' Club, 45 Staff, 2-3- 4. ELEANOR SMITH, As cold as any stone.: Mimer, 3-45 Adel., 1132.-3-4, Rostra, 35 Ai-chery,'A4. LY., HARRISON SMITH, So Wise, so young, they say do never live long. Mimer., 3-49 Adel., 43 Self-Gov.. 45 Senior Class Pres. CHRISTINE SNELLING, In vrtues, nothing earthly could surpass her. Sec. German Club, 45 Mimer., 4. MILDRED SNIDER, She that was ever fair and ever proud, Had tongue at will and yet was never loud. Mimer., 4, Tennis Champion, 4. GENE SNITGER, Divinely tall and most divinely fair. Self-Gov., 3g Council, 4, Mimer., 2-35 Adel., 4, Players' Club, 45 Pen and Pencil, 43 Staff, 3-4. HARRIET SNOW, I did dream of money bags to- night. Dollar Club, 4. ARLO SQUIRES, He feared the wiles of maiden's sm1les. Track, 4. BERENICE STOFFER, Item: She hath many nameless vi rtu.,s.' ' ADELAIDE STONE, The glass of fashion, and the mold of form, ' The observed of all observers. Players' Club, 45 Fencing, 33 Staff, 23 Adel., 4. REX SWARTZ, 4'For sothe he was a worthy man with alle. GEORGE SWEZEA, No ill-luck stirring, but lights on my shoulders. Self-Gov., 3g Council, 3g Basket- ball Mgr., 4. NETTIE THOMPSON, Whose little body lodged a mighty mind. Pen and Pencil, 4, Adel., 3--4, Mimer., 1-2-3-4. GERALD RYDER, Let him sleep on. Football, 2-3-4, Track, 2-3- 45 Capt., 3, Adel., 45 Pres. Self- Gov., 23 Staff, 3. EARL TROXELL, Titles of honor add not to his worth, Who is an honor to his title. Senate, 29 Council, 4, Pres. S. B. O., 45 Mimer., 1-2-3-4-g Adel., 3-45 Pen and Pencil, 4. HELEN TROXE LL, l Should life all labor be- MARGUERITTE UHLER, But so fair She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware. Mimer, 3--4g Adel., 3-4g Ros- tra, 3-45 Staff, 2g Self-Gov., 3. JELLA VOEKEL, None but herself can be her par- allel. Pres. German Club, 4. CHARLES SEBASTIAN, For he by geometric scale, Could take the size of pots of ale, And wisely tell what hour o' the day The clock does strike, by algebra. Adel., 3-4. MARIE WALZ, I do but sing' because I must. Vice-Pres. German Club, 2-3. RUTH WARNER, An' dark blue is her e'e. German Club, 4. FRIEDA WERNER, Thou art worthy-full of power. Self-Gov., 1-2g Mmer, 1--2-3 -43 German Club, 4g Staff, 2. JOHN WEIDEMEYER, He was a scholar and a ripe and good one. Mimer., 1. IDA WHITE, Not too bright or good For human nature's daily food. Adel., 1-2-3-45 Mimer, 45 Self-Gov., 1. IRENE WIEN, An upright judgeg a learned judge, a second Daniel. House of Rep., lg Self-Gov., 1- 2g Pres., 13 Mimer, Vice-Pres., 35 Pres., 45 Hockey, 43 Ros- tra, 2-3-4. PAUL WILLIAMS, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. Council, 2, Football, 2, Basket- ball, 2g Self-Gov., 35 Players' Club, 43 Adel., 2-3-4g Pen and Pencil, 4g Debating, 4. GENEVIEVE WINKLER, She knew the cause of everich maladyef' CHARLES WOESSNER, He wears the rose of youth upon him. Mimer., 45 Self-Gov., 4. LEE WISMAN, We grant, although he had mucn wit He was very sly of using it. EDNA WORMAN, She sings as sweetly as a night- ingzilef' Glee Club, 1--2-3, Pres., 43 Adel., 2-3, Vice-Pres., 4. SADIE WHITAKER, And tho' she be but little, she is fierce. Mimer., 2-3443 Rostra, 3-4. GLADYS BENNETT, Thou sayest an undisputed thing in such a solemn way. Mimer., 4. EDITH DARMS, Her lively looks, a sprightly mind disclose. GERTRUDE LEWIS, Hir smylng was ful symple and coy. Pen and Pencil, 43 Players' Club, 4. IRVING NICHOLS, There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know. Mimer., 2. BERNARD WALTEMEYER, I think the boy hath grace in him, he blushesf' HARRINGTON BROWN, No man delights himg no, nor woman, e1ther. ROY M'EWEN, I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. A-del., 4. - It . ,QQ E 'z 9 Q ,gil 11 ,s ' f 7' Wm' Y P 'W-L' 2,125 I Y, ,N , ,WN 3. Am Q' fp f -Q 2 px, mmm . Q , AN ,.S , I QE If-I 4 'Mb 1 Y J 'V' xx? H SENIOR A OFFICERS. WHICH IS WHICH? Page 5 4 CLFISS 1 HISTDH 1 gg Zin 251111 The aged antiquarian slowly straightened himself from his bent position and pushed back the heap of yellowed papers on the table before him. His lamp paled to a ghostly glimmer in the cold gray of dawn. The old man trembled, but not from cold. The joy of a thing accomplished had come to him at last. He trembled from the excitement of having unearthed one more relic from an age long past. An ancient, crumbling edifice in the heart of the city had been removed to give place to newer buildings. A Workman in removing the weathered corner-stone had found enclosed therein some papers and a little book, or pamphlet. The antiquarian's keen ear had caught the rumor of the discovery, and he had secured the precious papers and book along with a few apparently less important papers which had been stowed away in obscure corners. Now the dawn was breaking in upon a long night spent in deciphering the faintly discernible characters. Of a heap of moldy sheets of paper only two were still intact. They were closely written over with ink that had long since lost its luster. The old man, peering through his lens, found them to be lists of names. On one was the head- ing-Class Room 365, on the other-Class Room 3113 and on both was the date, March 29, 19123 and the peculiar symbol-A 11. He gasped with wonder that the names of this little group of students should be preserved as if by Providence when all the rest were gone. What a human touch it was to enliven the dead past, this little record of the youth of antiquity! They must have been quite young, he mused, as he examined the elaborate scrolls embellishing Page 5 5 the signatures. And these here must have been joyous- these from Room 365-for their writing is unsteady, as if there had been dancing or jumping about or some such hilarity in the room to cause the desks to shake. In the little gray booklet, which appeared to be a sort of school paper, the names of many appeared again. They must have made some little splash in their day, he said, smil- ingly. See, here are scholars and athletes, and debatersf' From what quarters must these illustrious youths and maids have come 7 he asked himself. He searched through all the books and papers and ofiicial-looking records which he had received from desecrating hands. He was able to gather from them that many of these students had pre- viously studied at an institution which they seem to have held peculiarly dear, but which must have been in some way inadequate. The place was named for a street in the oldest, oldest part of the city, but even in the memory of the oldest man there had been no school on that street. From this place some appeared to have gone elsewhere. The records were incomplete at this point. The old man seemed almost baffled. But after long search he found some of the names again. They seemed to have been kindred spirits drawn together again after long wandering. From this point their history was easier to trace. The old build- ing had been new then, and they had gloried in its bigness and newness. This, he divined, was the reason their names had been signed and placed in the corner-stone. The antiquarian found evidence that they had been divided into two camps, one in one room and one in the other, and that there had been mighty dissensions between them. He smiled when he found that the chasm had been healedg that they had joined forces and consented to live under the same ceiling-namely, that of Room 329. Never before in their history had they had such sumptuous quar- ters. Many others appeared to have joined them there till their number increased to 117. The last record of them was an account of a beautiful ceremony. It seemed to have been the custom with those ancient people to sever connections with their schools in a very formal and impressive fashion. The record of this solemn ritual was the last that could be found. Little had they known that in taking their several ways they would be lost to Fame. Page 56 .aa UULTIUN Extra! Extra! Extra! Tragic Death at Manual Arts. Noble Senior A's Pass Away. On the dark and gloomy day of June 27th, in the year Nineteen Hundred and Thirteen, Manual Arts suffered the greatest calamity of its career. The brilliant and illustrious class of Summer, '13, passed away at their palatial domicile, that long accustomed haunt, Room 329. At the autopsy, the fatal result was pronounced to be caused by overtaxation of the cerebellum. All Manual Arts is deeply grieved at the sudden retire- ment of their exalted and esteemed superiors. The flag is at half' mast. Their departure was so sudden and unexpected that no will was made. Therefore, a public auction was held to sell off their effects. Many celebrities were present, and the fol- lowing transactions took place: 1. The Senior B's outbid the Scrubs for the Senior A's clean record fincluding a bucket of whitewash, to keep said record white.l 2. To Dr. Wilson: The debts and financial disasters, in spite of Mr. Armstrong's opposition. 3. To the Freshmen: The conscientious scruples of the new crowned, well beloved celestials, as aid to said Fresh- men in their travels through school, to keep them from ditching classes. 4. To the Boys' Self Government: A Dutch Waggoner. 5. To Miss Andrus: The love and highest esteem of the deceased. 6. To Future Senior A's: Classroom 329, the labyrinth of learning. Page 5 7 su -. ' Ili Q f 5 a-1 -- 4 ff L ! ' 7. To Miss Dunn: The noise, chatter, and perpetual disturbance, to be buried in the library. 8. To All Seekers of High and Mighty Office: The ex- ecutive ability of Harrison Smith. 9. To William Nitzsche: The meekness of Grace Eberts, Edna Darms, Muriel Kirchoffer, Gertrude Pole, Elnah Fillmore, Mable Lawrence, and Ruth Basehore. 10. To Fred Horowitz: The permission granted the Senior A's to use the Auditorium stage for a public display of class pennants. 11. To Mr. Hague: Harrington Brown's enormous class spirit. 13. To Miss Grant: The Superior Brains and Eco- nomic Ability of a Select Few. 14. To Mr. Rob. Wagner: Senior A failures, as demon- strated by Economic Determinism. 15. To the Ninth Graders: Richard Edwards' ability to orate Websterian phraseology. 16. To the Manual Arts Heating System: Earl John- son and his hot air inventions. 17. To Bertha Vroman: Myra Dell Grether's Sun- shine. 18. To the Next Student Body President: Earl Trox- ell's Aud. Speech- It gives me great pleasurein 19. To Elwyn Thayer: Pinkie Thompson's private smoking parlor. fDoc Spire's Long Beach Packard.J 20. To Mrs. Malaprop fexcuse us, we mean Mrs. Col- verjz Blanche Bennett's, also Bernice Stoffer's, Gift of gab. 21. To Mr. Rea: Gertrude Lewis' artistic ability, so that he may sketch a rabbit on his cranium, thereby produc- ing a hare. 22. To Mr. Shiller: Percy J ones' perfectly good razor. 23. To Miss Getchell: Adelaide Stone's walk. 24. Miss Gregory: Irene Pauly's giggle. 25. To Miss Putnam: Emily Frick's and Inez Far- lowe's art in hairdressing. 26. To Miriam Spencer and Everett Steele: Eleanor Kimble's, Marie Walz', Elmer Barr's, and Mildred Snider's kid curlers, to be used nightly. 27. To Ed Barnett: Jerry Ryder's mid-dav dreams. Page 5 8 28. To Goodwin Knight: Kenneth McKinley's and Winifred Hazen's subdued manner. 29. To Slug Lorenson: Todd Johnson's baseball socks and his brazenness. 30. To Miss Cahoon: Rollo ShaW's determination, per- haps she Would then carry out her threat. V 31. To Mr. Chase: Israel Martin's beaming counte- nance. CWhat will he do with both.J 32. To that Questionable Character, the A-11 Class: The membership in the In-Bad Club of Clifford Davis, the Morgans, Irving Nichols, Jessie Bissell, Margueritte Uhler, Irene Roney, the Magies, Lyla Clark, Grace Pierce, Nellie Radcliffe, Dutch Waggoner, and Ruth Merrill. 33. To Harry Hanson: Gentlemanly manners of Chas. Sebastian. 34. To Langdon Smead: The notoriety of Theresa Goss, Louise Phelan, Paul Williams, Mildred Kennedy, Calla Mathison, Helen Burton, Anna Russell, and Arlo Squires. 35. To Madeline Carrol: Marian Holland's faculty of keeping tab on the scrub girls, Norman's Friends 36. To Clarence Dunn: Anna Gooding's and Verner Allen's religious tendencies. 37. To Martin Zolle: The courage to voice their opin- ions of Evelyn Burgess, Sadie Whitaker, Ida White, Eleanor Smith, and Louise Moon, so he may continue his term as yell leader. 38. To William CBillJ Kincaid: Anna Berryman's, Bernard Waltemeyer's, and Frieda Werner's permission to talk in the library. 39. To Mrs. Farnum and Miss Durkee: Verner Allen's and Hazel Christin's tennis shoes, so that they may ap- proach secluded spots quietly. 40. To Bill Street: Alfred Ackerman's hat. fWe hope he may be able to fill it.J 41. To Dorothy Durage: Gladys Bennett's Winning qualities. 42. To Vera McDonald: Nan Heron's style. 43. To Dr. Hart: George Swezea's pills 44. To Mrs. Morgan: Juliet GrisWold's and Edith Ald- rich's grace. Page 5 9 45. To Next Year's Baseball Squad: The baseball abil- ity of the Senior A team. 46. To Miss Dole: Richard Collins' ability as a class rooniteachen 47. To Verne Chamberlin: Clifton Fleming's hair. Page 60 0115155 Hrnphrrg It was the twenty-fifth day of June, 1933, as I sat in my library in Los Angeles, Cal. The question before me was what to do next. Here was I, a rich man, and only 38, and finding the world boresome. I had just returned from a trip to the old country, so surely I did not want to travel. Well, thought I, I can relieve the monotony of one evening by going to a theater, and so saying, I picked up a newspaper and turned to the amusement section. I looked over this section, hardly knowing what I preferred. The Spaghetti Grand Opera company, headed by Madame Wormani and Signor Sharpi was at the Audito- rium. The Orpheum bill also seemed very good. It was headed by the tragedienne, Gertrude Lewis and company, in the dramatic playlet, The Girl With the Wiggly Eye- brows. Others in the cast were Fluffy Ruflies, Gene Snit- gerg Claude Darewell fthe heroj, Kenneth McKinleyg Des- mond Spitfire fthe villainl, Todd Johnson, and Percy and Monty, the two rival lovers in the case, John and Walter Morgan. Another act was the Viscountess Buserasch, nee Miss Irene Pauly, in a series of whirlwind dances. The most perfect athlete in the world, Miss Hazel Christin, and the female William Tell, Miss Emma Lanning, appeared in an- other act. So strong was the viscountess that it was reputed that one day when she threw her husband out of the house, he finally landed in the police station tthree blocks awayl. Chief of Police Charles Sebastian, Jr., did not sentence him but let him go. The next act was Verla Hart, the beautiful artist's model, in songs and dances. She was assisted by Elmer Barr, the classical concert pianist, who had attracted much attention by his heretofore unknown feat of playing fast ragtime with the digits of his locomotive propellors Ctoesl. The next act was a musical trio, consisting of Mildred Kennedy, Isabel Martin, and Marie Walz. Owing to her ex- tremely vigorous voice, Grace Pierce was acting as impres- sario. The bill was closed by Smith and Russell in their latest Page 61 inventions. Mr. Smith had just invented a new device, which he guaranteed would deaden superfluous and annoy- ing noises in any Auditorium. Miss Russell had just in- vented a means of artificially fattening poultry. It was ac- complished by means of a pump machine. Truly, this was some bill. But I did not care much for vaudeville, so de- cided to look further. This was the notice under the heading of the Mason: The famous actress, Miss Adelaide Stone, commonly known as the calendar girl, and her far-famed colleague, Sewell Thompson, will play alternately, The Pink Lady, and The Pink Charlatanf' Costumes by Heron and Company., cos- tumersg wigs and coiffures by Frick and Co. The former comedy is an improvisation of The Pink Lady of twenty years ago, made by Muriel Kirchhoffer. It has been suc- cessfully introduced at Harper's theater in Bissell, Cal. This appealed to me some what, but I decided to look farther. Burbank theater. Starting Monday, today. The Los Angeles Stock company, organized by Manager Paul Williams, will give Shakesword's musical comedy, We Don't Like It. Louise Phelan, the second Maude Adams, as Portia, Helen 'Hine, the dainty danseuseg Grace Eberts, Harrington Brown, and Lyla Clark, strong emotional actors, make up the star cast. This production is under the auspices of the Huff, Troxell and Woessner Theatrical Com- pany. I knew that all these stars were famous, and I nearly decided to go to the Burbank, when a notice just below caught my eye. At Blanchard Hall tonight. The world's three great- est lecturers. The lawyer and politician, Earl Johnson. Will speak on The Psychology of Physical Lethargy and Its Ultimate Benefits. The Right Rev. Perry Jones, M. D. P. H., will lecture on The Economic Value of a Universally Similar Hair Cut for Both Men and Women. Following him, the world-renowned and wealthy leader of the victo- rious I. W. W. party, Rollo Shaw, will speak on Anarchism the Next Step. Doors open at 7. Lectures begin at 7:30 sharp. Come early, if not sooner. I looked at my Watch. Eight o'clock. Too late to get down to the lectures. It was even too late to go to a show Page 62 then. Oh, Well, what did I care. I settled myself down to my paper and looked for something interesting to read. SuHragettes in arms again. Demand vote. Miss Myra Dell Grether at head of big suffragette revolution. Captain Goss says, 'We will have the ballot' Lieutenant Merrill smashes shop windows, etc. That was enough. Such things did not interest me. I turned the page and was confronted by the society columns. Surely something would interest me there. The following items met my eyes: Blanche Bennett and Fay Mitchell, the Newport de- butantes, have started the fad of wearing rhinestone nose pendants. Mrs. Gnat Windgood XXIII, nee Inez Farlow, is en- tertaining a few of her old class mates, in her home in Paris CPerris, Cal.J They are Mrs. Ima Highbrow, nee Miss Estelle Nesbitg Countess Slopofsky of Russia, nee Miss Juliet Griswold, and Miss Ruby Mathews, the eminent char- ity worker. The famous artist, Miss Marian Holland is studying art in the Punko Studio of Watts. All society is interested in the latest book of Norman Enz, the great California poet. The title is Meditations of a Marriageable Maid. Nothing further interested me. How nice it is to be a society person, I thought, turning the page. But what's this! Watts High School in ruins. Big fire causes great loss. Many reported missing. Principal Troxell is saved mid ruins. Patrolman Swezea rushes through flames to save Miss Harriet Snow, head of Commercial Department. Dr. Grace Lincoln Works all night on the injured bodies of Miss Alma Anderson, history teacher, Miss Edith McGahan, chemistry teacher, and Mr. Melville Foster, professor of civics and economics. Prof. Richard L. Edwards, Ph. D., L.L. D., M. S., C. O. D., XXII., P. D. Q., and Dr. Waggoner, coach of the football team, were supping when the fire broke out. Prof. Edwards threw his cup of tea at the fire. Mr. Irving Nichols, an English teacher, rushes from burning building with Miss Frieda Werner, teacher of dancing for boys, on one arm and Miss Irene Roney, expression teacher, Page 63 on the other, at the same time exclaiming, A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse! fYes, its from Shakes- peare.J Gerald Ryder, a student ran back to save his favor- ite teacher's picture and his reader. Quite interesting, thought I, shifting my glance to SPORTS Edited by Lee Wisman Tonight, at Vernon Arena, 'Kid' Fleming. the light- weight champion, will box 'Spud' Brewster. Roy McEwen, well known in sporting circles, will act as referee. 'Young' Squires has already sent a telegram to the winner, challeng- ing him. Reynolds, the star shortstop of the Seals, won the game in the sixth inning 5-that is, he won the game for the other side. He struck out with three men on bases. I yawned and turned the page, and was confronted by Cynthia Grey's column. I saw that Evelyn Burgess, the popular newspaper woman, and Edward Earl, the journal- ist, were her assistants. There was an article on How to Care for and Manage Children, by Louise Moon, the tal- ented journalist. Also one by Rex Swartz on Why I Am So Ferociousf' A number of essays on Shapes of the Human Head were contributed by Eleanor Smith. the brilliant phrenologist. The eminent humanitarian, Anna Gooding, had a contributed a paragraph on how to anti-septically cleanse the otherwise harmless fly so that the poor creature may not be so ruthlessly exterminated. There was also a fat-reducing recipe by Helen Troxell, the society favorite of Imperial Valley. It was as follows: Apply mentally ten pages of Economics daily. Yawning again, I looked at the opposite page and saw the following items: Calla Mathison and Verner Allen, the well known so- cial workers, are on their way to this city from New York. They are accompanied by Lucille Jackson, the settlement worker, Sadie Whitaker, who almost wiped out 'yellow journalism'g Eleanor Kimble, city commissioner, Ida White, superintendent of schools, and Mildred Snider, the militant suffragette who has undertaken to combine Anarchism with Socialism in her colony, on the Mexican border line. the opposite page. Page 64 Woman astrologer, Gladys Bennett, sights Beckwith comet heading for earth. Project for establishing a civic batchelor girls' home is being promoted. Edith Darms, promoter. Plans laid en- thusiastically before public by Violet Dunn, hockey cham- pion, and Ruth Basehore. Ruth Warner, J ella Voekel, Christine Snelling, Helen Bates, Gertrude Pole, Genevieve Winkler, Nettie Thompson, and Winifred Hazen have ap- plied for admittance. Islay Rogers, who has in her possession the ancient and reverend Buddha's Tooth, has donated it to the Elnah Fillmore Museum. Stretching and yawning, I looked at my watch. Eleven o'clock. Bed time to be sure, but I never put down a paper without first looking at the adds. Ladies, try Magie Sisters' home-made tonic. Removes superfluous hair from the face, and makes hair grow on the head. I am obliged to sell my Chocolate Den, owing to my ruinous personal capacity for consuming the market supply of chocolate. R. Collins, Mgr. Miss B. Nourse, vocal teacher. I have trained the 'noise capacity' of several noted speakers in this city. Don't go elsewhere to get cheatedg come here. I en- large and beautify the eyes of the fair sex by a special kind of lens. Weidemeyer, the Opticianf' I have the largest nut farm in the world. I make a specialty of human nuts with the ambition to become authors. Anna Berryman, Prop. I turned the paper over, wondering who could be the ed- itor of such an interesting collection of news. Printed and edited by Alfred Ackerman. I yawned again and laid back in my chair. My eyelids closed, the paper fell to the floor. Page 6 5 Aftvr Erahuatinn Now that our happy school days are drawing to a close, we are naturally thinking of what we are going to do after graduation. Here is what will become of some of us: The following will display their genius at U. S. C. next term: Evelyn Burgess, Roy McEwen, Islay Rogers, Inez Farlowe, Clifton Fleming, Bernard Waltemeyer, Myra Dell Grether, Edward Earl and Earl Johnson. Hazael Christian, Bereniece Stoffer and Grace Lincoln do not think they will be able to stand it away from Manual, so are coming back to post. Harrison Smith will work UD at El Segundo. Helen Burton will taunt the school marms at Welles- ley neXtfaH. Louise Moon, Eleanor Kimble, Calla Mathison, Helen Hine, Charles Woessner, and Gene Snitger will grace the halls of Berkeley with their presence. Mildred Snider will show the Stanford girls how to play tennis Clifford Davis will attend the Colorado School of Mines. Marian Holland will delight some art school in the East with her drawings. Percy Jones is going to prepare to be an undertaker- excuse us--we mean a doctor in the Hahnemann Medical College. Melville Foster Will test the inferiority of Poly by taking a post-graduate course there. Ray Hawley likes to be clean, so he is going to Wash. Uoke there somewhere.J He will attend the University of WVashington. Grace Eberts will go to Santa Barbara Normal. Irving Nichols, George Swezea and Sewell Thompson will make their fortunes in this city. Many are going to attend Normal. They are Estelle Nesbitt, Irene Roney, Ida White, Beatrice Nourse, Edith Aldrich, Blanche Bennett, Winifred Hazen, Violet Dunn, Frieda Werner, Alma Anderson, Anna Berryman, Muriel Kirchhoffer, Gertrude Magie, Esther Magie, Christine Snell- ing, Jella Voekel, and Edith Darms. Norman Enz will return to his old home-Denver, Colo. Page 66 Y' S' ' Ig Q F. .-:Q ia it rf will CK Of course every class thinks that it is the only really important one in the school. But how few of them can prove it? We, the Senior B's, hating to talk about ourselves as we do, can prove by the astrological arrangements of the stars, by calculations in Hostillers' Almanac, and our own clairvoyant powers, that the effulgence of our radiance will make all the other classes look like a row of oysters on a foggy morning. Although we are not great in number, we can show a great deal of class spirit. Our minds are thoroughly de- veloped as we have shown you in choosing our beautiful class colors and artistic class pins. Why, even the Senior A's envy them. We will admit that the Senior A's are good, but the word 'good' is too mild to express what we are. In the early part of the summer we gave a Hard Times dance in honor of the Senior A's. Our elders agreed that it was the best dance they had attended for some time. We hope to give them a better time soon. Watch the boards. The most noted people of the school are Senior B's. For instance, we have-three of the best debaters, namely, Ray Vandervoort, Paul Elliott, and Fred Horowitz. Fred Horowitz, with his assistant, William Nitzsche, are noted for their clever acting, while Bill Street sings to the ac- companiment of Paul Elliott's cornet and Alpha Sigfried's violin. Lillian Mettler is the latest addition to the Esthetic Dancing Class. As for athletics-Herb Richardson, the ex- captain of the football teamg William Wood, Clifford Bittle- ston, Bill Kincaid, and Al Kleinberger have all won renown Kenneth Davis distinguished himself forever by designing the Senior B pennant, the best pennant the school has ever Page 67 5 ,,, w-.,,, 1155 Senmr seen. The entire list of celebrities would he too long to mention. The Senior B Class is unique in as much as it is the first class to have gone through Manual, from Freshman to Senior year, beginning at Olive High. We are planning a number of events in the near future. Great credit is due to our class advisors, Miss Levy and Mr. Rice. The officers of the class are: President, Ray Vandervoortg Vice President, Leila Smithg Treasurer, Herb Richardsong and Secretary. Josephine Daniels. Keep your eye on the Senior B's. W. '14 Officers Page 69 11111 ljlrar Gilman The outsider would never guess that the 11th Year Class is the most important element in athletics and various societies of the school. Then, since you are not good at guessing, we'll tell you about it. First, there is Langdon Smead, star actor, winner of the Beswick medal in athletics, track captain, and one of the chief soloists in the opera, given Wednesday, May 28, whom every Artisan knows. Others of our class, who are on the track team, are Penn, Creighton, Yerkes, Little, Burke, McLellan, Zimmerman, Crooks, Webster, Harper, Bills, Teitsworth and Knight. In baseball we have Gilman, Kemp, Lorenson, who is the captain, and Chase, manager of the team. Lew Wiles. who is all there, is to be desired in the way of Student Body manager in 11th year. We are proud of the debater, Helen List, and the presi- dent of the Boys' Self-Government, Roger Sturgis. In the opera, written and directed by Miss Groves, rep- resenting the Junior class, are the soloists, Thelma Rob- bins, Rachael Kimball, Lawrence Tibbet, and, as we men- tioned before, Langdon Smead. You think that just because we haven't mentioned our members of the Mimerian society that we haven't any Well, you haven't been thinking right this time. We are saving the best until the last. We have 14 Mimerians. They are Violet Cherry, Myrtle Danziger, Anna Hassett, Louise Hamilton, Lyla Johnson, Margaret Momson, Leslie Tillon, Eva Faulk, Lillian Mcllvane, C. F. Harper, Ruth Howard, Dorothy James, May Lloyd and Lucile Watson. Surprised aren't you? Didn't think that we were such an active, wide-awake class, did you? We Want Manual to be proud of us. When we become famous men and women, we will never forget the dear old High School out on Ver- mont avenue, where we studied so hard and had so much fun. We shall be the first class to be strictly home product. We started as scrubs when the school began. Hurrah for 1914-15. Page 70 SSV ID IVV LASS V' H-ll Elrnth Grabs Now that we have all completed our work for the term, we look forward to an enjoyable vacation. Though the mighty tenth grade has worked hard, and are only surpassed in Mimerian membership by the haughty Seniors, we have not forgotten how to play. In actual numbers We are only surpassed by our friends and successors, the Scrubs As our participation in school activities is well known, we need say nothing of it. One thing we would like to men- tion is the Organization in Class Room 312, Mr. Fonda's room. The members of this class have been entertained with three debates during the noon roll-call. The Social Com- mittee has given a party and a picnic. We also have some- thing that no other class room has-a class paper called The 312 Screamerf' This is an original idea, and every one has voted it a good one. Another one of this brilliant class room's many accomplishments is a Self-Government Committee, whih holds trials for the disorderly pupils in the room. One of the sentences is to bring a bunch of roses for the room, and if this is not done, a box of candy, and lastly, if the pupil is broke or has no roses in his back yard, he must go to the Detention Room, which is also kept by Mr. Fonda. This is just a sample of the tenth graders, and certainly a good example for all to follow. We, the tenth graders, are not the followers, but the leaders. Keep an eye on us, or you w0n't be living up to the highest standard, which will always be set by the class of Summer '15. RICHARD L. DUNLAP. Page 73 995' A-10 CLASS S9213 01-H . rf , I . ,. .JM my ! Ellrwhman illrpnrt We are the Freshmen, commonly known as, Scrubs We do not know why we are called tnis, but nevertheless, it is a fact. There are many of us, twenty class rooms in all. There is a certain Class, called Seniors, who do not have to HIJigH as vve do, but vvho are versed in the art of working their teachers. Those Sophonunes-where ever you turn you never fail to see a noble Sophomore who talks, laughs, and dresses very loud. The awful first morning of school we inquired the way to the ofhce, and were told to go to the library instead. When we asked where that Was, we were informed it was over in the Administration Building. Not much wiser, we turn and follow the crowd. When we asked where the clock was, we were told it was at the Information Desk, as if we knew where that was. Thus, we were taken through the Third degree until we did not know a fellow Scrub from an elevated Senior. We little people enjoy ourselves very much playing with the problems in Algebra, or crowing over the pretty little pictures in the Histories, but we shall soon learn to take things more seriously. Our boys are sturdy little fellows. Not one us is more than six feet in his little shoes, and we play so sweetly with our bats, balls and gloves. If a gentleman in a beautiful silk top hat appears on the opposite side of the street, vve tactful Httle creatures alvvays use it as first base, regardless of the gentleman's head. We girls have the loveliest time trying to play baseball, etc., but we leave you to imagine the results. It would be worth your head to enter the Gym. room, Where we are vainly trying to learn to twirl Indian clubs and dumbbells. And thus the fun goes on, and We are sure the Fresh- man Class of Manual Arts High School will carry many pleasant memories of those first days of High School into theh'futurelives ONA BERNARD, LORAINE SUYDAM. Page 76 ssnlfj IVV I , HX Nu N ly: ,Hx iw 4. - .l 1 I 'V . . . ag MISS GROVES Head of Music Department , K, V L MOS illlluuir Bepartmrnt MUSIC DEPARTMENT. Manual Arts High has been most fortunate in securing the services of Miss Mary Esta Groves, who not only has the essential executive ability of director and instructor of Public School music, but is a pianist and accompanist of widespread reputation. Her training under such artists as William H. Sherwood, Olaf Andersen, Carl Duift of Amer- ica, and Leopold Godowsky and August Spanuth of Europe, has given her thorough training as a musician. Her past experience in conservatory and in concert fields has given her a splendid insight into the possibility of student work. She is ably assisted by Miss Olive P. Wilson of Thomas Training School, and Miss Hazel Granger, a voice graduate of Miss Groves in Drake Conservatory of Music. During the three years of the life of the Manual Arts Music Department, there has been a wonderful growth and development. The courses are varied to serve the needs of the masses, as well as to prepare the more gifted for a prac- tical and musicianly career. Few high schools in the United States can show as ex- tensive a course in Harmony and Music History. The past term, a new class in Music Appreciation was organized for Seniors who could not arrange for music in the previous years in the High School. About forty Seniors are enjoy- ing the work under the splendid instruction of Miss Wilson. Extra equipment has been purchased for the department, which makes it second to none in the city. It is only fitting that the year's work should close with a pretentious dramatic opera, An Oriental Courtship, given by the combined Glee Clubs and Orchestra, compiled, dramatized, and orchestrated by our director, Miss Mary Esta Groves. Page 80 HHTD.S1HH7 HOTD Girlz' Gln' Qllnh Loyalty has been the keynote of this club. This was proved one dark, rainy night, with water, curb deep, in the streets, when every member appeared to sing in a concert at the South Main Methodist Church. There are twenty- four members in the club, and their excellent music is always a credit to our school. Seven members graduate in June, among whom are Edna Worman, Presidentg and Mildred Enya' 15122 Qlluh Lew Wiles, a charter member, is President of this club. Twenty-four members, many of whom are excellent solo- ists, with Viola Shepherd, as an able accompanist, make this one of the most capable and attractive organizations in the school. Kennedy, secretary. Qbrrhvutra This organization of thirty-five members with Alpha Sig- frid as concert master, is known throughout the city for the excellency of its playing. It has appeared on all school pro- grams, at the Chamber of Commerce, the dedication of the Carnegie Library in Vermont Square, for the District Con- ference of the Parent-Teachers' Association, and other af- fairs this year. The officers are: President, Violet Cherryg Secretary, Charles Edwards, Librarians, Paul Fort and Spurgeon Crosby. String Qbunrtrttv The smallest, but one of the most popular organizations in the school is the String Quintette. It is composed of Alpha Sigfrid, first violinist, Violet Cherry, second violiinstg Carleton Rich, violistg Charles Edwards, cellistg Thelma Robbins, pianist. Such engagements as the Friday Morn- ing Club, P. E. 0. Musicale, Pi Beta Phi Annual Musicale, Los Angeles Teachers' Association, and various concerts is sufficient evidence of the merit of the work. We can well be proud of this organization. Hllanhnlin Qlluh This organization is made up almost exclusively of Seniors. John Morgan acts as President, Charmion Waite, Secretary. The standard of music given by the club on vari- ous occasions has been excellent. Page 82 A- .4 'Q A 11 .-. ff 5? ' Q 151: ' . K 'Wt' Z, '-.. 1- fl. t A - M 11 3 r il f mf? . fm nl as. f,:,, . is A mi. 1 wvsfhnn -155 I ' v ' x xvx T9 A f xx 2 K N. 4 Q -A 4 Rx K ' 111 :W H .4 .X mmf' 51J..I,CIJ.NI FIU DNIHLS EI HL 71 Uhr Art Erpartmrnt i Besides the age of Ann and the psychology of the hen who crosses the road, there is one other question that has come bowling down the ages to confute and entertain us. It is this: Should the artist be paid? But although the first two questions still remain un- solved, the latter has been almost unanimously decided in the negative, only the artists dissenting. The reason being that Art, as a profession, is regarded by the philistine as something rather dilletante or humorous. This, of course, is absurd, for it can readily be shown the Art adds more to human happiness than all the other professions combined. From the gardener who conquers the Weeds to the artist who paints your limousineg from Corot to Madam Potts, the Modisteg from the Sculptor to Messrs. Hart, Schaffner or Marx, these High Priests of beauty, have a very necessary place in the social cosmos. So we of the Art Department take our work seriously -though joyously. While the other departments are all engaged in a conspiracy to teach you facts-some, more or less stupid-We are not interested in facts but try to add to the beauty of your lives by developing your estheticism. How do we go at it? Well, the bombardment comes from many angles. In the first place you learn form, color and design in the classes under Miss Donaldson, Miss Ames, and Miss Perry. Here you will begin to understand and appreciate beauty as applied to the things that come into your everyday life. In a world of artistic junk-it is a rare opportunity for you to sit at the feet of three such artists. Of course jealous departments like Miss McKin- ley's may teach you tatting and the herring-bone stitch, but you would be only copycats unless you learned to design from us. CSomething tells me that the time mav come when I will wish that this remark was back inside of me. For I have a lively recollection that Miss McKinley's cooking girls make the most wonderful doughnuts. No artist can afford to turn up his nose at a doughnut. In fact, I think these doughnuts should be in the Art Department. Many of them have already found their way thither.J Page 8 7 Now, anybody can go over and beat up iron in the forge, but if you want to add beauty to your beatings you've got to go to Mr. Donaldson. And let me impress it upon you strongly that this is a rare privilegeg for this quiet, soft- spoken artisan is one of the masters of his craft. Some there are who take woodwork, under the big, bur- ly fellows, Beswick and Nihart. If so, the Art Department stands ready to discourage you in designing chippendale legs for an ice box, or to convince you that a mission piano stool is not rococo in your Italian music room. Even such an unesthetic problem as designing a pinochle table for father ifather being a Germanl that would conceal beneath its polished top four large steins, has been successfully solved. An illustration: you no doubt have observed the amaz- ing productions of our near cartoonists. Next year we hope to amaze you more. Incidentally, the class also does good work. Although Art History is catalogued in the History rather than the Art Department, still it emphasizes more the joyousness of art than the facts of history. It is one of the happiest classes in the big tent. These are a few of the specified pleasant functions of the Art Department: there are others, unspecified. Such as painting signs, telling you where to go or how to behave, illuminating programsg making stage propertiesg grease painting embryonic Juliettes, and hundreds of other more or less plain or fancy stunts. Of course, if you wish to pursue the elusive digits up and down a ledger, you may have to go into the absurd Com- mercial Department. Or if you fain would learn the deeper meaning of Laura Jean Libby, go after English. Some of the other departments that are furiously jealous of ours are quite as inconsequential as these two. But if you want to be beautiful, and very, very happy, come on over with us. ROB WAGNER. Page 88 3 0 rvr Xiu' ld N lx Q fz 4 XJ 5 vm Efrark When the call for seventy-five track candidates was sent out, the fellows responded promptly and soon training began. However, we were without a track, and for a month after the season began, only the field men worked at Manual while the runners trained after a fashion at the Y. M. C. A. and Exposition Park fields. Despite these handicaps the track leaders energetically strove to get a cinder track, and their hard work was rewarded, for soon the Gym. Depart- ment, ably backed by the Mechanic Department and the Board of Education, began the track. At this period many Manual people began to help, and the track was pronounced ready for our first home meet with Hollywood on March lst. With a half-trained but game team, we led Hollywood all the way until the fateful relay, when the red and white pushed us out by a nose. The final score was: Hollywood, 583 Manual, 55. We received a shock before this meet, when Chuck Cronkite, our fast quarter-miler, left school. Chuck was good for ten points in any meet, and we felt his loss through- out the season. The next meet was scheduled as a tri-citv meet, but at the last moment Long Beach backed out, giving no reason. The only one our imaginations could conjure was closely re- lated to the fact that the week previous San Diego had snowed Long Beach. The contest was one of the closest ever staged, and when San Diego Won the relay the score stood: San Diego, 613 Manual Arts, 61. Captain Smead and Phil Teitsworth were the stars of the meet. Smead winning 18 points, while Phil came back and grabbed the 880 and mile grinds. At first at tie, we found our that San Diego had forfeited, giving the meet to Manual by the score of 61 to 48. Our team did not take the trip to San Diego. An effort was made to secure another trip, but the season was half over and the Manual cinder men gave up the trip like true sportsmen. A week later a large crowd of our rooting track bugs saw the team trounce L. A. High and push Hollywood in the Page 9 0 uuual :1neJkL sql city meet. Every Manual man ran his head off, but our foothill friends nosed us out again in the fatal relay, win- ning. The final count was: Hollywood, 47: Manual, 413 L. A. High, 29. Jesse Frampton, Captain Smead, Warren Webster, and Phil Teitsworth proved banner point winners. It is with a feeling of good fellowship we congratulate Hol- lywood. Our chief joy is that we walloped our hill-top friends, and with practically the same team will follow our new captain, Don Stewart, in 1914, to that city champion- ship cup. In case there may be some of the cinder artists you are not familiar with, they are as follows: Langdon Smead, Captain: A hard worker, all-round track man, and a splendid fellow. Don Stewart: Pamona is as consistent as a turtle, but springy as a deer. An all-round field man. Phil Teitsworth: For three years the best distance man in the city, and one of the best in the south. Woodie Wood: Our pill heaver and quarter-mile artist. We sure hate to lose you, Woodie. Warren Webster: Little Wary's first year, but he sure loses that shot and discus. Jesse Frampton: Worked hard and showed his class in the city meet when he captured a pretty blue ribbon. Bill Penn: Not of Pennsylvania, but a Manual Arts sprinter. Willyum's second year. Lombard Smith: Our stringbean electrician surprised the natives and grabbed a letter in the city meet. Charles Repath: Shorty's first season, but he's good and a comer. Elwin Thayer: Swede climbed on Frampton's heels this year in the vault. Ray Yerkes: One of the season's find and our hope in the distances next year. Neal Creighton: Sliver is a hard worker and stretches pretty well over the high leap. Blick Bangeter: Has stamina. Ran a great race in the Times Marathon and won a handsome cup and letter. Jerry Ryder: With Woodie, was our mainstay in the Heart disease 440. Page 92 Art Gilman: A ready and willing runner and field man. McVicar: Mac is a game worker, and should finish high next year. Earl Zimmerman: Climbed the high sticks well, and is a comer. Saxon Little: Sax is fast, and we bank cn him in the sprints next season. Bob Miller and Emil Lamar received two medals for finishing well in the Times Marathon. Harper, Squires, and Skinner ran consistently in the 220 relay, and they always tore away like scare Jacks. Weisbrod and Hess are future hopes in the 880, and will be out strong next year. Goodwin Knight proved himself to be a capable man- ager, and it is with satisfaction that we know next year's team will start out with a well-stocked equipment, a treas- ury not entirely depleted, and a good track. Ifaarhall With rather a late start, due to managerial difiiculties, our ball tossers began the season with all the pep and vim of former seasons. The first two or three contests termi- nated rather poorly for the Artisans, but no man thought of giving up. The team stuck together and pulled hard. In the first game of the season, our friends from L. A. suc- ceeded in 'slipping it over' on us to the tune of 8 to 4. We received another shock when the Washington Street Me- chanics trounced us. The final count of this spasm was 11 to 6. Despite these apparent calamities, the students didn't waver in their support. When the fellows stacked up against the L. A. Cliff Dwellers for the second game they were encouraged. With scrappy persistence they tore after the confident Blue and White. Don Stewart pitched a fine game, and our visitors retired with but four runs, while the scorer calmly credited Manual with five. The next big scrap was with Poly, and the Blue and Gold invaded our campus, confident of grabbing second place. The game see- sawed, and in the seventh frame the Poly tossers had us Page 9 3 1 4' FT I ' 1 l.lQ,,g A T f A 2f.l...-W -- W - lili f'f': 1. i Il .1 X F 1 r if ff -' .vo beaten, but a single and an error started the music and the score was tied. In the last of the ninth Benny Burke scored on a wild pitch. The same day Hollywood trimmed L. A., so Manual Arts and L. A. are tied for the championship. It wasn't so long ago that I heard someone sing faintly, You Can't Beat L. A. High. Following is the list of the games played: M. A., vs. Hollyowod: M. A., 9, Hollywood, 0. M. A., vs. L. A. High: M. A., 4, L. A. High, 8. M. A., vs. San Pedro: M. A., 9, San Pedro, 0. M. A., vs. Poly: M. A., 6, Poly, 11. M. A., vs. Hollywood: M. A., 9, Hollywood, 3. M. A., vs. L. A. High: M. A., 5, L. A. High, 4. 5 as ., Vs. Poly: M. A., 6, Poly, 5. These are the team men and future Major League stars: Slug Lorenson, third base. Captain two seasons. Fast, quick and knows the game. Manuel Leon: Caught a good game part of the season. Bill Widner: Caught half the season and worked well with the slabsters. Don Stewart, pitcher: Again we see a marvel of con- sistency in the role of our best twirler. Ed Cousin: Pitched good ball part of the season. Elwin Thayer: Our general utility man, either in the box or Held. Ballinger Kemp: Third year and a crack guard of the first sack. Benny Burke: Little, but he's there all the time. Sunshine Reynolds: Short, last year. Goldie, sorry you're going. Lester Putney, left field: Broke into the game late, but a slugger. Art Gilman, center field: Art is a fast man and hard hitter. Howard Kinkaid, right field: A corner, and following brother Bill Wheeler Chase, manager: Made a dandy schedule and is a good scout. Page 95 Zifvnniz Tennis has had a very successful season, considering the poor start and lack of support it has had. The team was organized and had played a good part of their schedule before they had any manager. All the work was done by the players themselves. The Huntington Beach High School suffered defeat at the hands of the Manual tennis squad, May 24th, 1913. The result was: M. A., 11 point, Huntington, 8 points. The Artisans had visited the Beach school the previous week, but had taken only one member of the regular team, they were beaten, but gave the Huntington school a tustle to be remembered. With the results of the fray of Saturday, May 24th, the teams were tied. The results of the match were as follows: Allen won first singles. Russell lost second singles. Dun won the third singles. Edwards won third singles. Allen and Dunn lost first doubles. Edwards and Russell won second doubles. The present standings are: Verner Allen. first man, Clarence Dunn, second man, William Russell, third man, Barkman McCabe, fourth man, and Sewell Thompson, man- ager and alternate. Verner Allen is the best in the school, and from the game he put up this year, he should be regarded as a 'comer' in the ranks of the tennis players of Southern Cali- fornia. His best showing was when he defeated Raymond Johnson, of L. A. Military Academy, who won the junior championship of Southern California last year. Clarence Dunn has played a most consistent game this year, having lost but one match so far. He is by far the steadiest player in school. Willaim Russell is the only member of last year's team, and while he has not played in all the matches, he has won a majority of the games he has played. Barkman McCabe plays the hardest game of any, but he is apt to be erratic and a bit wild. This is probably due to Page 96 The Tennis Girls 1- T i The Tennis Boys his inexperience. We expect great things from Mac next season. Sewell Thompson has put in a great deal of his time arranging a schedule and managing the team. Besides this, he has played in more than half the matches and put up a creditable showing. Mr. Nihart should not be overlooked. He has spent a great deal of his time coaching the team and his help is sure- ly appreciated. It might also be mentioned that Mr. Nihart defeated the best of the faculty of Huntington Beach in two love sets. ' -2.11 A4 1' in Ni s ' 5 l 4 'QQ Page 98 Harold Harris, Pres. W Lucile Pinkerton. Vice Pres Page 99 Glen Goodrich. Sec. Harold Greenbaum, Treas. ALUMNI OFFICERS Alumni News Fact and Comment About the Great and Near Great-Or An Accounting of the Late Lamented and Dear Departed Lucy Barris is now at Polytechnic, taking Junior Col- lege work. Anne Cookman will soon be a teacher, as she is now en- rolled at Normal. Russell Connor has a fine position as bookkeeper with a firm in the city. His accounts, so far, attest the accuracy of his Manual training. Oliver Crane is employed in an electric shop here. It takes all his wages to keep his new motorcycle running, so he says. Mira Belle Daniel has been taking post graduate work here at Manual, and hopes to continue here until she goes on the stage with Mordkin and the Russian Dancers. Ruth and Nellie Daily are at home resting on their laurels. George Etz is a coming druggist. He evidently re- membered Mr. Mitchell's instructions. Mayme Fager found it impossible to break away from M. A. Clarence Flammer is managing a store in McCabe, Arizona. Another ribbon for the Commercial Department. Gilbert Girdlestone at latest report, was reading me- ters for the Edison Company. Glenn Goodrich is swamping on one of Swift's trucks. Swamping, in the vernacular, is slinging meats. Oh! Glenn. Edward Glasser has given up his medical studies and is now working with the Santa Fe. Ruth Hart is the high boss of the Los Angeles Junior College. Helen Jackson has returned to her home in Washing- ton, Louisiana. The postoffice there has added a special car- rier to deliver letters from H. M., 1625 Rockwood Ave., Los Angeles. Page I 00 1 1 1 1 1 1 Too True! True, Too! The First and Only Joyce Johnson is no longer living! ! Joyce Morgan has taken her place! Address all communications, Wilcox, Arizona. Miriam Kenney is at Normal. We Wonder Whether she will ever stop learning. Edythe Ketchum is still at Manual. Harold Kiggens has a job in his uncle's music store. He persuades, through his unanswerable logic, all creditors to shell out. Harold Harris found the Los Angeles Junior College too strenuous, and has gone back to the farm. Otho La Porte and Rollo La Porte are doing cement contracting in Eagle Rock. , Harold Morton is in Judge Conley's law office. As be- fore announced, Washington, Louisiana, is his heart's home. Alice Manning is in the Hall of Records. This is some distance from Mr. Morosco's oflice, is it not? Florence Mason is in Tacoma, Washington. She plans to attend the University of Washington. Delos Millard is with the Times. He hasn't slept for several nights. Reason: he sleeps in the davtime. Lucile Pinkerton is taking post graduate work at Manual. Esther Rodkey is attending Normal. Ruth Savage has returned to her position as school teacher at Woodruff, Arizona. Orlen Sisson is taking a special course in typewriting to prepare for literary Work. Alice Stivers is another member of the W. '13 class to attend Normal. Helen Tubbs, likewise, is at Normal. We give these future teachers best wishes and hope they may return to their former haunts as instructors. Page lOl DKUHIHTIES l This term, dramatics has played a prominent part in the activites of the school. In fact, the students have be- come so ambitious to become second Bernhardts or E. H. Sotherns that three dramatic teachers are enrolled in the Manual Arts faculty. Dramatics, besides being most enjoyable, is very bene- ficial. It develops self-confidence and self-expression, and trains the emotional nature. The classes under Miss Par- sons and Miss Howell are making rapid strides. Many plays and productions have been given for the benefit and enjoyment of the school, and many are being planned. To Miss Howell, especially, is due the thanks of the school. Ever ready to lend her assistance and knowledge, and always willing to give her utmost, whether of talent, time or strength to any dramatic production, she is truly a valuable asset. Elly? iilagvra' Glluh The Players' Club has proceeded slowly the last term. The club has had many obstacles to encounter. The three-act farce-comedy, Billy, under the direction of Mr. Watrous, had difliculty in getting a date for presentation. There have been so many other plays, vaudevilles, and enter- tainments, that we could not get a date, or get the use of the stage for rehearsals. Keep on working until you reach success, is one of our mottos. On June 6th we intend to reach success. Page l02 mm.. it M A., 5 ,avr The receipts from Billy are to go to buy a present for the school. This present will be something the whole school will be proud of. The club wishes to present it to the school before the end of this term. Somewhere near the end of the term the club intends to give one of the best vaude- villes ever given in Manual Arts. The oflicers of the club for the last term were: President, Theodore Watrousg Vice President, Faye Hughes, Business Managers, Edward Barnett, Lombard Smith, Secretary, Henry G. Reineckeg Press Agent, Fred E. McCauley, Sergeant-at-Arms, Gail Selig. Hflllliim Gliuilizatinn Miss Civilization by Richard Harding was given by members of the A-12 Dramatic Expression Class, at the Adelphic program, on April 11th, 1913. To say that it was good and thoroughly enjoyed, would be expressing it mild- ly. The members of the cast stoutly assert that they have not been besieged by a single theatrical manager, but this seems incredible. The play is modern, and tells how Miss Civilization outwits three bold and experienced burglars, alr the while protecting her mother, who is seriously ill. The plot of the play is very clever, and from the moment Miss Civiliza- tion entered by candle light till the capture of the thieves, the audience's interest was held tense. Miss Louise Phelan played the title role most ingeniously. The players were coached by Miss Howell. DRAMATIS PERSONZE Alice Gardner, Daughter of James K. Gardner, Presi- dent of the L. I. and W. Railroad ,...... Louise Phelan Uncle Joseph Hatch, alias Gentleman Joe, ........ Williams Brick Meakin, alias Reddy, the Kid .... Forrester Chase Harry Hayes, alias Grand Stand Harry . .Fred McCauley Captain Lucas, Chief of Police ......... Francis MacGinnis Policemen, Brakemen, Engineers. Page l04 131111 Nruvr Glam C5211 If all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, may it not be equally true of his teachers? Besides, the joy which comes from doing things with the heart of youth, real profit may come to both students and teachers from an occasional performance like that presented at Manual Arts, on May 2nd., by the members of the faculty. Mrs. Clandon, whose character was interpreted with excellent judgment by Miss Parsons, believing she has solved the problem of the ages by reducing life to a scientific formula, returns to England after an absence of eighteen years, to enlighten the indifferent and the unthinking pub- lic. To her, romanticism is quite bourgeoisg mutual regard is based on intellect alone. Gloria, as played admirably by Mrs. Colver, is the idol of her mother's hearty for, in spite of her doctrines, she does indeed love this beautiful, perfectly mannered girl, who is a triumphant example of all her theories. But true to life, along comes a real man, poor, indeed, both in position and in purse, yet successful in one short hour, in overturning all of Mrs. Clandon's faultless theories. Mr. Bailey played the part of Valentine, the dentist, to the satisfaction of all. At the end we see him and Gloria with sensible notions in their heads, and happily engaged. The two younger children, Dolly and Phil, have come through the learned twentieth century doctrines unscathed, and they are refreshing in their exuberant fun, as they are lacking in society manners. Only those with real dramatic instinct could have played these partsg hence, Miss Howell and Mr. Wagner were a delight to all. Mr. Clayton, as Mrs. Clandon's husband, was perhaps the star performer of the evening. For a dozen or more years he had lived apart from his family, rich but unhappy, and hating everything that was modern. The play opens with an unexpected meeting of the husband and wife and children, and continues with the difficulties of adjusting their diferences. Mr. McComas, Mrs. Clandon's lawyer, fails to please all, and the case seems hopeless when the great lawyer, Bohun, appears and subdues them to the sat- isfaction of all. Dr. Wilson interpreted this part perfectly. Page l05 Much interest is added by the very intelligent and sympa- thetic waiter, Mr. Fenwick. Shaw's dramas are subtle and therefore diflicult to play. They require much hard study and patient devotion to the dramatic representation of the idea to be brought out. Only the highest praise can be given the entire cast. Our Wonder is that those busy men and women, overwhelmed with countless other duties, could find time and strength to produce a play so ditlicult, and yet, altogether delightful. as You Never can Tell. Page I 06 aww- W L f ig, - :.f,. ff.f UUNTUBIUIII flmzmual Arm-Santa Ana Tilrhatr On the evening of March 21, Santa Ana went down to defeat before the Manual Arts team in a debate, held simul- taneously in our own auditorium and at Santa Ana. The debaters, Helen List and Fred Horowitz, Paul Elliott and Paul Williams, put up a fine argumentg hence, the victory. Score: At Santa Ana-M. A., 197 1-33 S. A., 209 1-6. At M. A.-M. A., 208 2-33 S. A., 176 1-6. Final score in favor of M. A. by remarkable sum of 20 -3 points. ,il- Ahrlphir Nauhruillr The last vaudeville of the Adelphic Society was by far the most appreciated of any ever given by that organization. It was presented on Friday, April 11. It was a rare treat, greatly enjoyed by everybody. Fat Selig proved to be some umpire, and Louise Phelan starred in the final sketch, Miss Civilization. We wonder if Ynez Lowe and Gene Snitger are still crazy to go on the stage? Little Miss Laura Farrington held the audience spell- bound with her remarkable playing of the violin. Ed Kelly and the Wheeler sisters kept it up in fine style in their clog dance. The illustrated song by Edna Worman and Leland Sharp was certainly clever. The Comic Acrobats, Herb. Richardson, Clif. Bittleston, and Wheeler Chase, gave a first- class boxing and tumbling number. Uida Eddy and Carle- ton Henely proved excellent lunatics. Our orchestra, of course, upheld its good reputation, as always. Page l07 Girlz' Erngnlr The Girls' League of Manual Arts was organized early in the year for the purpose of mutual aid and enjoyment. The older girls have been most generous to the younger girls in giving them assistance in their studies, and in aid- ing them to become acquainted. With this came occasional bits of good advice and much good cheer. A number of very enjoyable jinks have been held in the girls' gym, but their first big effort was on May 16, when they presented a program that can hardly be excelled by their ambitious brothers of the Students' League. The scene from Natoma could not be surpassed on any stage. Louise Hamilton and Rose Cowan gave an interpretation that appealed to the intellect as well as to the artistic nature. The pictures illustrating great works of master painters were very beautiful. Three skits, staged and played with dash, made up the rest of the Well thought-out and splen- didly executed program. Uhr Qlhnmpinnnhip lllrhatr On Friday evening, May 23, Santa Monica and Manual Arts met in simultaneous debate to battle for the cup. Until this event, Manual Arts held second place in the Southwest- ern Debating League, second only to Santa Monica. Manual was determined to wrest the honor from the proud winners. An enthusiastic body of students accompanied Raymond Vanderwoort and Myra Del Grether, our representatives, to Santa Monica, and our own auditorium was filled with stu- dents and friends of Manual Arts, supporting Theresa Goss and Paul Williams. Although our team was defeated by the trifling margin of two points, yet Manual Arts honors our debaters for their good work and their excellent debate. Wann Brritul, fllllinn Nirhnla On Wednesday, May 21, a piano recital, complimentary to the students of Manual Arts, was given by Miss Marjorie Nichols. She is a student of the piano under Mr. J. A. Page l 08 Anderson, and is certainly a wonder at her gram rendered was : Soaring ........... I. uE16V3.t1Ol1,' .......... . . . Shadow Dance ............ art. The pro- . . . Schumann .. Chaminade .. MacDowe11 Mazurka, E Hat major ......... . . Leschetizky II. Hark! Hark! The Lark ..... ..... S chubert-Liszt On the Wings of a Song . . . . . .Mendelssohn-Liszt I Love Thee ........... ............ G rieg Valse, op. 34, No. 1 ...... ..... M oszkowski H 1 q,, gilfyl 3 ,-Si A W A I ,-.., Yif K -r 4:55 -3: fi 99' gr.. A - 7, :ff wing 2, fs, F PE' , 1,, ,fr 22 551 an 592' N1 Page I 09 2 A umlitnrium Stage Cunmmilu-0 + ww! I A ' P1s: Q' 4' ENC , v Q I f , P UK' 145 ceq. N390 'S' v ARDELL BERTHA W WM. PENN REINECKE. HENRY President 'U nv no rv E lien sinh 1Hrnril The Pen and Pencil club was organized for the purpose of encouraging the art and literary talent of the school, and bringing together for social intercourse students with mu- tual tastes. The spirit with which the students entered this club fostered a lively organization. So much material has been handed in, and all of such exceptional merit, that difliculties were confronted in selecting the best. It was originally the intention of the club to publish a book of its own, several times as large as the section which appears here in the Semi-Annual. However, due to unforeseen ob- stacles, it was impossible to issue a Pen and Pencil this year. Next term, when the printing department is better equipped to do many large jobs at one time, a book will be undertaken. The membership of the society is limited to those who have distinguished themselves by the quality of their work, and who have had either art or literary material published in the school paper feditorials excludedb. A chosen people, indeed, are these members, the leading artists and writers of the school. To the Editor of the ARTI- SAN is extended the thanks of the entire organization for the generous amount of space allotted to their work. It is quite an honor to be part of such a great book, and the op- portunity of contributing so largely to its literary and art department is fully appreciated by the members of our club. With the warmest thanks, the staff of the Pen and Pencil desire to acknowledge the invaluable services ren- dered by Miss Fowler, Mrs. Colver and Mr. Wagner. H. G. REINECKE - - R. Editor-in-Chief WM. PENN ---- Assistant BERTHA WARDELL - - - Assistant Page I I3 TCLIHEHMQUN N 4, fvaffyvgyxpefvi , fx O mighty peaks, ye rugged ranges, too, Upon whose bosom sits enshrined the snowg Mysterious barrier, whose imposing form Doth rise up like a giant from below, Of thee I sing. O mountain, tall and grim! Methinks within thy stately form there lie A thousand secrets, mysteries unknown, Which thou to earthly mortals dost defy. The stern destroyer, Time, of grizzled mien, Doth paint with glee his wrinkles on mankind, But thou, his master, standeth firm and true, No place to leave his traces can he find. The wind may beat upon thy hardened side, Calamities may sweep the wide world o'er, But thou dost sit in thy majestic pride, Unmoved, untouched, uninjured, as before. And yet, exalted as thou art, thou stoop'st To lowly things. The smallest living flower, Thou givest life. The most minute blade, Upon thy shelt'ring bosom finds a bower. O mountain! Master of the universe, Save Him, who all createstg live thy way, That strife-born man, by thy example guided, May gain eternity as thou, I pray. NORMAN ENZ, A12. Page II4 A Beard Glrnwa Far over the desert came the moan of a lost man, perishing fiom thirst and imploring, begging for water to quench his burning t roat. As he staggered through the sand the desert creatures scurried into the shelter of the burning rocks, and there blinked in a lazy contentment that mocked his very being. For days he had wandered over the wastes, scarcely realizing in his mad delirium the futility of his efforts. The strength was slowly deserting his emaciated frame and he longed for the peace that was denied him. A face, now stilled in death, haunted him, the face of the man he had murdered in a fit of passion and who now slept in peace while he wandered through the sands, a fugitive from justice-an outcast of society. The sun beat down in scorn and the scrawny life of the desert seemed to shrink in contempt from the coward. As the sun neared the western horizon he fell, a miserable heap upon the sands, like one cast off by all the world, and as he listlessly gazed into space, a lake stretched out before him, cool, placid and hedged about with huge palms that stretched up their waving arms in adoration. He tried to rise, but in his weakness he merely groveled in the sand, unable even to crawl towards that which now tantalized him. With the sinking of the sun the lake slowly sank from sight and the giant cacti pointed long fingers of scorn at him. The distant mountains faded from purple into red, and as the shadows lengthened into gray, a cool breeze sprang up to soothe the burning sand. A huge cactus threw a shadowy cross upon the sand and the man knew his hour of death was near. The face was ever before him, haunting him with his ugly deed. In a last supreme effort he partly rose and clutched at the shadowy symbol of forgiveness, but his strength was spent, and he fell for- ward into the sands that were destined to be his grave. As he lay there in the desert, the cross grew larger and its majesty thrilled him. He drew himself up and clutched the cross. The cactus bloomed on into the night, and with the stars, came peace. GROVER BROWN, A11. Page l I5 , f ifg n abc r Eastgate! Q Xxx fy Cirzrpemlzer Abou was an Arab lad. He was an undersized, pathetic little creature who kept much to himself. In his eyes there was a far-off, wistful ex ression that made him seem very sad. Indeed, there was cause for his dejected air. His father and mother had been killed by a roving band of renegade Arabs, thus leaving him homeless and without father or mother to care for him. Abou was given into the care of some people who were harsh and cruel. They starved himg then beat him when he asked for food, thus making life miserable for the little waif. Abou differed from other Arab boys, therefore they did not understand him. At times he appeared to be morose and sullen, but in reality he was indulging in the rarest day dreams. He would imagine himself a man of power, or a wealthy merchant who had camels of his own and could travel. Abou's favorite haunt was a little stone chamber made by piling up of several large blocks of granite. This was secluded, for the Arabs thought that if any one entered here he would be struck dead. The superstition was probably due to the fact that large stones are rarely found in the desert. Abou learned one day that he was quite safe in entering the rock chamber. He had received a beating at the hands of his cruel foster parents, and in a fit of anger and despair, he threw himself into the little den, sobbing, It's better to die than be half starved. His surprise was very great indeed when he found himself alive and unharmed, and he was amazed even more when he saw strange in- scriptions on the rough surface of the rocks, which served as walls. Filled with curiosity, he tried to decipher the writing, but it was useless, for the characters were those of a strange tongue. So, day after day, in order to escape the beatings of his guar- dians, he stole away to the secret rock chamber, and as he sat on the sand which formed the fioor of the room, he would study the mystic writings and wonder what they meant. At times he thought he could distinguish words, but when he put them together it made only a senseless jargon. One day a strange thing happened. The well from which the inhabitants of the village obtained their water suddenly went dry, and the people rushed about frantically. Some of the calmer ones were preparing camels and men for the long trip across the desert to the nearest oasis. Water, water, give us water! was the fren- zied cry. If it could not be obtained in two days all would perish. Page l I6 A day passed. People were prostrated, for in the terrific heat of the desert men succumb more readily than in a temperate climate. Abou was suffering, also. His lips were cracked and his throat was dry. That night he dreamed of water, and he seemed to be drowning in it. In his struggles to keep above the surface, he awoke, moaning and tossing fitfully. Faint streaks of pink were appearing in the east and soon the hot sun would appear. A sudden idea came to Abou's fevered brain. Without disturbing any of the others in the tent he stole softly to a corner and picked up a dagger. It was short and wide and very bright. He then went outside and hastened toward his little rock cavern. For, he said, Is it not better to die by one's own hand than to suffer thirst? I will wait till the sun is overhead, if there is no aid then I will join my parents. The sun rose steadily, but there was no assistance. Now it was high noon and still no help. Abou was now moaninvr with pain. He murmured a short prayer. and then lifted the shining knife. It gleamed and reflected like a mirror the stone walls and their inscriptions. But the char- acters seemed changed. He turned to the walls and again to the dagger blade. Now he distinguished a word, another, and another! Now he was reading! It was his native language written back- wards. Breathlessly he read the words, written a hundred years ago, According to prophecy a village will be erected near this spot. In the course of years the oasis shall become dry. Under the sand of this chamber is the salvation of the people. Trembling with excitement Abou dug away the sand and found a snugly fitting trapdoor with a ring in it. He pulled it up, disclos- ing a snuare, black hole. Did his ears deceive him? Was it reallv water that gurgled down there with such a pleasing sound? He picked up a pebble and dropped it in the hole. He listened. Yes, it was water! He leaped with joy and ran from his den, shouting the glad news. Then all grew black. He heard sounds as if from a distance, and then oblivion settled upon him. His first sensation was that ol water being poured over his face. No, he thought, it is only a dream. But it was no dream. The grateful people were crowding about him in token of their gratitude. Even the richest merchant said to him, You have done a great deed in saving your people. You shall live at my house, be educated, and when I am called by Allah, you shall be my heir. The oasis is still a mecca in the desert, and all who stop there revere the name of Abou, the young Arabian hero. MALCOLM CARPENTER, B11. Page l I7 -- 1 7 VQN N ' xi' Ali hr' ' I 1 It I 1 P 1 M L pf' xl 4 ,VX X' If ' 1 f H' U I XW N ' V1-1 , K I j , ,I ff so -' f . Y X L ' - ,mfg X ' V? -7 ' Q , 5j,fQ',gz' 6ff 4, , f l If I AQ.-,- 'J 53 !,g Q-Wx' A 'Z1-,f Q - 3' 'LK ff N A ff ww' - X 5 MMR ' H, :4 f +' fL'jf!'5MQR-.XV 'ff f 'W 'fi-3. 07311,-51,17 .lf ffl? ,ff aylyv ',', A! s. 93 ,Q ' W Rv f P' 'W' if XX .xlmlqtwvUllixl' A ' Z ,f fi, f Q1 uf V zxv f47 Tlx , F RZ X f if My 11' t 'f'm', XFN Z' 4 . ' ' Dwi ' -b Ig ,f W Y . 'VX.'.yj,,5'.V ,4 L ,M 'MX h ff' H 5,' fcgfbff 1 fix-, 'W An Zlnhian webbing December 30, 1912. I was invited to an Indian wedding and I was very much excited. Besides I was told that I was the only white girl to be present. I had been invited by an old Indian named Strike-Axe who said I was Hum! picha warpa, meaning some palefacef' I am not sure that was the reason I was invited. Father and I started about four o'c1ock in the afternoon and fif- teen minutes fast walking brought us to the large cornfield, down by the creek, where the wedding was to be. We could see the top of the large tent before we reached there. The scene was one I shall never forget. The hundreds of bright colored blankets, the long strings of beads laying in great rolls around their arms, necks, and legs. I had never seen so many beads at one time. The big fires roared and crackled around the enormous iron kettles, each one large enough to hold a steer. These kettles were filled with meat which had been drying for months. While I was standing looking, with my mouth open, as father after- wards told me, old Strike-Axe came over to where we were stand- ing and started to talk, much to my surprise, as that is a thing they seldom do unless necessary. Squaw ride on horse when get married, he said. And that is really the ceremony. Just then from the cornfield came the bride seated on a snow-white horse, followed by a long straight line of squaws chanting a weird song. The bride had on almost every color imaginable. Red, green, yellow and purple ribbons mingled in the braids of her hair, and down the part was a bright red streak of paint. Her name was Maudie Little-Chief. She had on thirty- two silk shirts which were afterwards distributed among her rela- tives as wedding presents. When she reached the tent she slid off the horse into a blanket held by four braves who carried her into the tent. I asked Strike-Axe where the groom wasg he told me to follow him. We went over to one of the small tents on the side and looked in. There lay the groom, Joe Big-Heart, fast asleep, a little the worse for liquor. It seems that when a father wishes to have his daughter married he hunts for a suitable son-in-law and proceeds to make a bargain with his father. This groom cost thirty-five horses. There seemed to be a great deal of excitement over at the big tent, so we walked back and sure enough there was going to be a race. The winner to receive the horse the bride rode. The racers were all squaws weighing from one hundred and eighty to two hundred and thirty pounds. There were eight in the race. The distance from the starting point to the goal being about one hundred yards. They started amid a great tumult of shouting and laughing. I don't think I ever laughed so much in all my life. One squaw decided after going a short distance that she could roll faster than she could run. When the half-way mark was reached only two re- mained in the race. They puffed and panted, then waddled on a few paces. Finally, completely exhausted, they dropped to the ground. Page I.l 9 It was now quite lute :ind the weird light which the torches threw over the yelling erowd caused me to shudder. Despite Stripe-Axe-'s grzicious invitation to stziy for the wedding.: feast, uf which quite :L number were aim-:uly pziitzikingf with their fingers, I thanked him fm' our splendid time and went home. Long: after I was in bed I could hear their shrill cries floating over the fields. Bitziimii VAN SANT, A9 Page l20 -r V. ll Un A iIIlg fwlth apologles to Burns Wee sneaky crawlln flym fiylet Oh what a head there s ln thy bonnet Thou needna start as lf I ne er had met W1 you and a your band I wad be lalth to swat you where you set W1 murd r1n hand I m truly glad that man s op1n1on Has put an end to thy domlmon Whlle carefully bathln Ne ermore shall Wall serve as thy bed VVhen warmth thou rt cravln And o er the Whole world death thou rt strewm Thy filth 0 er a brlnqs rum But the plans to k1ll all men thou rt brewln Are all 1n valn Into the traps thou shalt be drn en To grlef and pam ANITA PEASE A10 it, ali I ' nv' ' ' .J . , . , ! 7 ! 7 7 9 ' , 7 Y . Y 7 -1 s , ' s '7 ! ' :A , 7 x - - . . 3 Thou shalt ne'ermore rest on the bread, ': 7 1 7 7 ' ! 'TWV' Y 7 ' 1 9 1 - - ' s. 1 . , . , ! . , - 7 , . After flltlamg 15221111 A fine thin dust was everywhere. It penetrated every nook and corner of the town. Eyes and ears were full and teeth were gritty with that ever-present sand. The houses may have at one time been painted, there may have been green trees, at one time there may have been lawns and flowers, but now the desert had claimed them all. Houses were gray and dingy, there were no trees or flowers, and the whole town looked thirsty, as indeed it was. It was late in the fall and no rain had fallen since the preceding winter, almost a year ago. A long road led straight over the hot, burning desert to the low hills miles away. Eyes following this road would be bewildered and, if not entirely confused by the distances, would close with pain from the glare of the mid-day sun. Away off, a very long way off, a tiny speck of dust arose. At first this speck was scarcely notice- able, but it gradually grew larger. There was not a breadth of wind stirring, so the dust did not blow from the road. This left a trail of dust about two feet above the earth for miles, a gray, thick trail. A man, dusty and grimy, a man of the desert, saw this trail of dust and gave a slight twitch of his lips which may have been a smile or which may have been a sterner set of his chin. He was brown and swarthy, with deep wrinkles around the eyes, caused by the sun's refiection on the sand. His hair was sandy, as was his moustache, which covered his upper lip, his eyes, which were violet, had a habit of changing, now to black, now a deep blue, and again he had a steely eye with an uncertain expression. The speck came nearer until at last it took the form of a man on horseback. Nearer and nearer it came. Now the man was dis- tinguishable from his mount. The horse was small, bony and wiry. Its head was small and its tail and mane were scraggly. He was a horse of the desert, capable of unlimited endurance on the hot plains which were its birthplace and home. The man now came in sight. He was an exact counterpart of the man watching his approach. He, also, was a man of the desert, a distinct type of the American people, grim, silent and watchful, a type of men that really are men. The rider drew up and stopped beside the man who was standing immovable in the deep, scorching dust. The rider dismountedg not a word has passed between them. They looked intently at each other for a full minute, then the grim and silent watcher advanced to meet the dust-laden man who had come from far across the desert. He walked with a lazy, rolling motion-the walk of the desert-bred man. Howdy, Al, I'm thirsty, he said in a low, rich voice, let's have a drinkf' Hello, Jim! That ride sure made me thirsty, too. This was their greeting. The two were brothers and their paths had not crossed for many years. LEW W. WILES, B11. Page l22 Uhr igrllmn lglhfil HE case of the big blond Swede was surely a pe- -'W35 culiar one. He,had the weight, the speed, and my the strength, but something was lacking. For the x 1 past week the coach had worked, prayed, and . sworn, in the hopes of developing, or at least find- ing out what was wrong with him. But to no avail, for Ericson continued to slow up whenever a man came for him and to miss his man in tackling, until at last the coach gave up hope and both he and the rest of the team branded Ericson the yellow neril. That night after practice the men gathered a1'ound their captain to hear the names of the men who were going to play Saturday. After reading the lucky eighteen, he laughingly turned to Ericson and told him to bring his suit, as he might get a job carrying water. Saturday afternoon the Manual Arts and Hollywood teams faced each other in what was to be the fastest game played in Southern California. The bleachers were filled, and as they waited for the whistle, a silence fell upon them. For twenty-five minutes of the first half, the play was eveng then Hollywood placed a free kick between Manuals' goal posts and the half ended with the score three to nothing in favor of Hollywood. Two men had been taken out during the rough play and if any one was hurt in the next half it meant that Manual would have to finish with fourteen men. For thirty minutes of the last half the Purple and Gray team held its own, then, with only five minutes to score in, the halfback was laid out, and in despair the coach looked toward the sidelines for a sub. Standing there in a second team sweater was the vellow peril, Ericson. The coach called him out and, mustering all the contempt and scorn he could put in his voice, told him to make believe that he knew the game any Way and to oe sure and get in the right posi- tion. Ericson said not a word, but his usuallv merr-' good-natured eyes became hard, and little points of steel shot to and fro in their blue depths: his chin came out aggressivelv, as he walked to the position of second five-eighths. A scrum was callel on the twenty-five yard line in Manual's territory, and it looked almost impossible for a score to be made in five minutes. The Hollywood rooters were already claiming a vic- tory, but the next moment the cheers froze on their lips. The Purple and Gray scrum made a perfect neeloutg the half scooped the ball and passed it with one motion to the first five-eighths. Advancing the ball ten yards before he was downed, the first five passed the oall to the yellow peril. Then the miracle happened. The coach yelled for him to pass, but instead the body shot forward with the speed and force of a cannon ball. A Hollywood back came charging' down upon him. Ericson's arm shot out and the tackler rolled in the shav- ings. Man after man he passed while the rooters and players alike stood breathless. At last he had only the fullback to get by and the Page l23 game would be over. Like an unleashed tiger he made straight for the full, and the very flerceness and unexpectedness of the move unnerved the Hollywood man, for when he hit the piston-like legs of Ericson he rebounded like a handball from a wall. The Swede did not stop until he was resting on the ball between Hollywood's goal posts. For one tense moment there was a silence like the calm before the storm, then the storm came, with Ericson as the storm center. Friends patted or otherwise caressed each other, hats were lost, col- lars torn, and pennants waved. After the field had been cleared the goal was converted and the game was over. That night at the banquet the coach arose and holding high his glass, said: Fellows, we can never retrieve our mistake, but I apologize for what we have said and the way we have treated Captain Ericson. Some strange things happen in lifeg but the strangest ever was how fifteen men could all be color blind at the same time. RUI-'Us NEVILL, B11. mhnar Zllault mam Eli? The Cash Girl's bad, so they say, She is always so fresh and so gayg But is she to blame for the taint on her name- Fifty cents is all she gets by the day. The manager is good, so they say, For he speaks on reform every day- But we're all to blame for the little girl's shameg And we trust that we'll see it some day. Little Mamie was pretty. A crude beauty, to be sure, but who could look at her large brzwn eyes and her pink cheeks and not look again? Her dress was far from fine, but it was clean and suitable for her work. She had a really remarkable skill in remodeling her worn garments, for she must look respectable and neat. She had been a cash girl now for two years, getting the enormous salary of 54 a week. She knew what it was to endure hunger, but her pride forbade that her outward appearance should be such that others might point the finger of scorn. Just how hard the struggle was-how to buy the plainest food and cheapest clothes on this small pittance-only Mamie knew. She paid seventy-five cents a week for her room. To be sure there was little furniture and a poor imitation of a bedg but it was a room nevertheless. Fifty cents must always be kept for clothing and twenty-one cents for laundry. Needless to say, Mamie knew what it was to be hungry. However, she had succeeded by very careful management to save a little from her week's earnings. It was near Christmas. Every one was buying something, any- Page IZ4 thing to compete with the gift which was expected from a friend. The cash girls were working into the night to satisfy the never satis- fied, shoppers, who always wanted one thing more. No extra pay, of course, but the girls must please the manager. Little Mamie had saved a dollar and a half from her small wage to buy a few presents for her mother and sister. She would not get her presents until Christmas eve, for she knew the great secret of early shopping. The managers always requested buyers to shop early in order to protect the clerks from overwork near Christmas time. The truth of the matter was that everything was sold high earlv in the season, but was marked down near Christmas, so that nothing might be left on the store's hands after the holidays. So Christmas eve came. Four o'clock in the afternoon found her very much occupied,- cashing for every one and anv one. In the bustle and confusion, a clerk handed her a tive-dollar gold-piece to have changed. Mamie took the money, had it changed and returned it to the clerk. In a few minutes he rushed back to her and demanded, Where is the rest? You only gave me three dollars and a half in change. Where is the rest? Mamie knew that all of the five had been given to the clerk, but what was she to do? The manager would believe the clerk before he would believe her. So, to save her position in the store, out came the long-treasured savings. I guess it got stuck in my pocket, was all she could say. Go on, kid. Some one was too anxious to buy Christmas pres- ents, the clerk replied, sneeringly. The rest of the day was miserable to Mamie. The doll for her little sister, the warm slippers for her mother. everything on which she had planned so happily, was gone. A great feeling of indignation and discouragement swept over her. Why had it fallen to her to lead such a wretched life? She hardly knew when the big gong rang, and she was pushed along with her companions out into the street. But she did notice that one of her friends was met by a gushing young man and that they laughed and seemed happy. At the corner she saw another girl getting into an automobile. She liked automobiles, but had never been blest with a ride in one. She must walk home alone to her little room with the bare walls and the hard, comfortless bed. It was discouraging and tomorrow was Christmas. Yes, Christmas, the happiest day in the year! Oh, she must be happyg she must. She had walked beyond the center of town now, but she hardly noticed. Hello! Does my little black-haired queen want a ride tonight? She looked around at an automobile which had drawn up to the curb. A debonair young man was driving it. What a fine machine! Why shouldn't I go? All the girls have friends and a better time than I do. Why not? But, mother? Well, even if he is a stranger he looks kind, and I won't go far. I'll go, she said, and was soon settled in the front seat. The machine drew away from the curb and was soon lost in the distance. PAUL WILLIAMS, A12. Page l25 X ' i 'HQTX 13 r i gi 'V 2 N img 1 - -ei I, V fi f V, 'Kg -- e e ..... e t ff e 3- - NRE -Y ' 71 if ' . 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One evening all the men but grandfather and John Bigby, a farm hand, rode off in high spirits to a near-by schoolhouse to wit- ness the consummation of a wager. The contestants, great notables of the vicinity, were: Colonel Thornhill and the Honorable Rufus Stanton, each of whom was to endeavor to outdo the other by placing himself on the outside of the largest number of pumpkin pies in a given length of time. The defeated contestant was to dine the suc- cessful one and his friends. As the night was quite chilly, after the men had gone, the rest of us gathered in the living-room about the great fire-place, passing the time roasting apples and popping corn. Grandfather sat in his favorite chair before the pile of blazing logs, gazing at the bright panoramic pictures constantly forming there. At last, longing for a more exciting amusement, we begged for stories. Grandfather was noted in the surrounding country as a story teller, and John was a close second. Grandfather told us tales of frontier life, horrible tales, well calculated to make our hair stand on end and our blood fairly freeze. Page IZ6 Story after story he related, reminiscences of Indian warfare, until my counsin, Helene, and I, shivering upon the hearth rug, saw in the glowing embers gaudily painted, plentifully befeathered Indians, scalping one another by the thousands. After grandfther's stock of narratives was exhausted, John drew his chair closer to the fire and launched forth upon a Wonderful and novel ghost story in which his valiant courage and unprecedented bravery was remarkably portrayed. Several years ago, he said, I passed some time with a friend who had recently purchased an old, rambling house in the Catskill Mountains. It had been long deserted and was reported to be haunted. My friend, who professed not to be a believer in ghosts, had bought the place for a mere song. At this time he was repairing the house, as the family were going to occupy it for a summer house. The first night I was there we slept in a room in the second story. We were awakened in the night by the creaking of boards overhead, accompanied by a low, moaning sound. As we knew we were the only occupants of the house, we concluded that the room above must be the ghost chamber. I turned to Ned to ask what we had best do. Perceiving that I could expect no help from him, I determined to ascertain the cause of' the disturbance alone and unassisted. Slipping from the bed, I advanced into the middle of the room and with great forethought took a candle from the mantle to light me on my tour of investigation. Ned weakly extended a revolver in a hand that trembled so he could scarcely hold it. I disdained a coward's weapon, however, as I considered a good right arm sufficient defense for a brave man. The stairs were rickety, and a man less agile and fearless than I would have found difficulty in reaching the third story landing, but to me it was mere child's play. The air had a musty smell, the walls were damp, and the paper hung down in dirty patches. As I entered the room where our ghostly visitor seemed to be holding its revels, I again heard the low, hollow moan, which would have frozen the blood of any ordinary person. I advanced, holding the candle in front of me. From out of the darkness at the extreme end of the room there arose a misty form, something like a human body, yet shapeless. Presently it dissolved into nothingness, and at that criti- cal moment the light in my hand was mysteriously extinguished. All this time the melancholy wailing and moaning continued, but just as the light went out the cry increased in volume until it was an agonized scream. I almost fancy I can hear it yet-Listen-I Then we all heard it! It Hoated down the stairway, through the halls, and reverberated from room to room. It was too awful, coming as it did at this point of the story. Mother turned to Aunt Laurette as she raised a face pale with terror to us. Then with one accord we turned, trembling, to the men. Grandfather sat in his chair, tightly gripping the arms with his hands, with bulging eyes and open mouth. Again the scream sounded through the house! It chilled our blood and and fairly made our hair raise. Then came the sound of a heavy fall, followed by a dragging noise, as if a body was being drawn across the floor! The scream diminished into a Page I27 moan, as if a person was in terrible pain. This continued at intervals of a few seconds until we were convinced that some one must be in the agony of death. The moan died away in a low gurgling groan, hor- rible as it was terrifying. At the second scream, John could endure the suspense no longer. He had evidently determined to find the disturber of our quiet, the interrupter of his tales. He leaped from his chair with an agility that would shame an athlete, and gave a screech of defiance that out-rivaled the ghostly cry in volumne if nothing else. He appeared to be confused and not able to locate the sound at first. He rushed aimlessly about the room trying to scale the wall, grasping at the pictures, endeavoring to crawl under chairs, vainly seeking the ghost. All the while his teeth were chattering in a most aggressive manner. Altogether he presented a sight calculated rather to excite laughter than strike terror to the heart of any spook, material or otherwise. His actions were more like those of a rat in a trap than that of a brave man who scorned a coward's weapon. At last he seemed to locate the ghost to his own satisfaction under the couch, although we thought the noise came from the hallway. With white face and trembling knees, the redoubtable John collapsed before that article of furniture and rolled under it. We could hear his teeth chattering, making a great noise in the silence. I must confess my heart was at much the same game as J ohn's castenets. The scream had an opposite effect upon grandfather. He rose trembling from his chair, grasped his cane more firmly and started for the door. Aunt Laurette sprang to her feet and said: Noi No! Father, you must not go! I will find out what it is. My mother arose to accompany her. She turned to us. You girls, she said, had best stay with grandfather. Helene and I were afraid to remain behind and afraid to go, but we caught hold of our mothers' dresses and followed. Aunt Laurette picked up a lamp and went into the hall scarcely knowing which direction to take. We had not long to wait, for again the blood-curdling scream echoed through the house. The sound came from above! We ascended the stairs, so frightened that we could scarcely walk. The cry had ceased when we reached the second Hoorg so ,we stopped and listened. Again it arose, louder and more hor- rifying than at first, and again it died in a strangling moan. My aunt, barely able speak, whispered: It's murdering Maggie! Summoning up all the courage that she possessed, she opened the door and stepped into the girl's room. We followed, not knowing what fearful scene would meet our gaze. There lay Maggie in bed, upon her back, her mouth wide open, gurgling most vociferously, evidently enjoying all the delights of a nightmare. Maggie was the new hired girl, who had arrived that morning. Our revulsion of feeling would be hard to describe. After returning to the living- room Aunt Laurette laughed so hysterically that she could not ex- plain, and grandfather thought the fright had unbalanced her mind. The next day the mystery of the falling body was solved. Uncle Louis discovered that the noise had been caused by rats sporting in his prize seed corn in the drying room, which was directly above the one which we had occupied the previous evening. RHEA COURTNEY, B11. Page l 28 Uhr Earn nf thr Brawl Robert William Thomas Sangster, at twenty-five, was the junior member of the firm of Barnes 81 Sangster, and fair on the road to fortune, which was synonymous with fame in New Jerusalem. Due to the fact that he took his duties seriously, eleven o'clock Saturday evening found Robert Sangster still at work in the oH'ice. Come in, he called, in response to a knock on the door. Thompson, the cashier, entered. Thompson was middle-aged and was only re- deemed from mediocrity, as far as New Jerusalem was concerned, by his remarkable resemblance to Robert Sangster. It was so pro- nounced that every one wondered at it except Sangster. He ignored it. The cashier crossed the room and laid some books on the desk, saying: These are the ones you wanted to see, Mr. Sangsterf' Robert looked up. What he saw made him start. It was as if he had looked in the mirror to find, leering from it, an image of him- self-aged, weakened by dissipation, and hardened by crime. Thompson, this new Thompson, leaned over and touched Sangster on the shoulder, Mr. Sangster, when you look over those books, re- member, just remember, that I'm your father. A slam of the door, a sound of footsteps in the street-that was all. Robert Sangster was stunned. His mind refused to take in the magnitude of the man's statement, but no doubt of its meaning as- sailed him, some mysterious thing within him told him it was true. Mechanically, his eyes wandered to the book brought in by the man. He drew one of them to him and glanced down the page. A total caught his attention. Feverishly, with eye and brain trained to the work, he examined the other books, hurrying from one item to the next. He knew, conversant with all the details of the business as he was, how much money was deposited to the firm's account in the bank. According to the books there should have been five thousand dollars more. The full realization of the man's utter baseness and villainy burst on Robert Sangster. My God, he cried, he's a thief and a coward. My father! The rascal had hoped to hide behind their relationship! In his sudden rage at the thought, Sangster pulled down the telephone to notify the police, but- He is my father, he groaned. That fact, unalterable and irreparable, stared him in the face. In the recognition of it, Robert Sangster hung up the receiver. For a long time he sat there-until the first rays of dawn lit up the room, then he rose wearily from his chair and looked out of the window. The rising sun was gilding the hills surrounding the city. Behind those hills lay the Desert. From earliest childhood the Desert had had a fascination for Robert Sangster. Bob, the faithful godfather, true to his trust, and hating the Desert as a personal enemy because it had once tried to wrench from him what he now held dearest in the world, remon- strated against his godson's solitary excursions. But as Bob knew the Desert as well as any one ever knows the mysterious and the inexplicable, and since-most powerful argument of all-he always Page I 29 returned safe and sound, so Bob had ceased his protestations. This Sunday morning Robert Sangster felt that somewhere in that limitless expanse of sand and sagebrush, where the Cathedral Peaks towered into the blazing sky, lay the solution of his problems. An hour later, with a full canteen slung over his shoulder, he answered the Desert's call. As he gained the summit of the hills behind New Jerusalem, the Cathedral'Peaks burst into view. Ever old, yet ever new in their nameless charm, Bob stood and gazed at them. Since he had first heard the story of The Three Godfathersf' those peaks had enchanted him. Many times he had set out to reach them, only to find himself at the end of his journev, seemingly no nearer than before. Today he determined to reach them. As he iourneyed, the sun blazed dovsm on him mercilessly, but of that he took no heed except to rejoice, it helped him to forget New Jerusalem and its concerns. The Desert enveloped him. She was a jealous mistress and did not allow for outside consideration in the minds of her devotees. Noon came. The peaks looked nearer than Robert Sangster had ever seen them before. The call came stronger-he must reach them. So he pushed on, drinking only occasionally of the warm water in his canteen. Lower sank the sun and closer drew the Cathedral Peaks. Bob hastened his steps. He must' get there before sun-down. In his excitement he almost ran and, as he went, he thought of that other man, long years ago, who, dying that Robert William Thomas Sangster might live, stretched out his arms in supplication to the Peaks. The sun's last rays were gilding the tips of the Cathedral Spires into glory when Robert Sangster stood at last, in the realization of his dreams, at their base. A puff of wind struck his cheek. The worst sandstorm that New Jerusalem had know in years assailed it that night, and in that storm, life's problems were solved forever for Robert William Thomas Sangster. The Desert had claimed its own. BERTHA WARDELL, B12. Page I 30 Abrahams Cilemptatinn Lucinda Dare, the belle of Shady Row, passed a small cottage on the lane and swept the place with her eager glance. I wonder what dat Abraham is a-doin dis mornin'g guess he's studyin' fo de ministry. I wish he'd gib up dat nonsense. I don't want to be a minister's wife, nohow. Lucinda shut her lips tightly and kicked a stone out of her path. The next evening' as she and Abraham were going home from choir meeting Lucinda said, I was plannin' on havin' chicken salad at dat party ob mineg but our chickens all got the cholery. Now I suppose I done got ter do widout it. They were passing Old Man Allen's place, with its row of Elm trees on either side of the road. What's dat? asked Lucinda. Why, it's chickens. I heard Miss Allen say dat she 'lowed they would freeze roostin' in dem trees. Say, let's save one of them from freezin . Why, protested her companion, dat would be a-stealin', and me about to become a preacher-I just can't do it. I know who will if I ask him, said scheming Lucinda. You just make a grab. Why, it's ober yo' head. I guess yo' couldn't jump that fur, could you? 'A e Pagel3l KVI With a bound Abraham grasped the limb of the tree, and with his other hand caught the chicken. He let go of the limb and said pleadingly, We'd better let it go, hadn't we? but Lucinda quickly grasped the surprised and outraged chicken and hid it under her faded cape. The next week Abraham was to be ordained as a preacher, and it was a crestfallen person who went into the church. Lucinda had not seen him since the fateful eveningg and as she was passing the church, she saw Abraham enter. She knew Abraham was going to confess and take all the blame u on himself. She choked back a sob and stole into the little room behind the pulpit to await pro- ceedings. The old minister arose and said, Brethren, we hab heah tonight to ordain this brudder, as a preacher of the gospel. Does any one know any reason why we should not do so? Abraham then con- fessed to what he had done, taking all the blame upon himself. Lucinda, now thoroughly repentant, appeared upon the scene. Hit was me who worked dat scheme, she half cried. I-I didn't want to be no Dreacher's wife, an' I begged him to do it. If you'll gib him his license, I'll-I'll be the best preacher's wife I know how. Breddern,' said the minister, hits not fo' us to say dey can't have no chance to redeem themselves. MARTHA WILSON, A11. .n - -a5'3'i'bw fF'7:1F7,v:Z?i:,l ' 11955-ci 1-J-S 0'.. aws olstlda Egifts? ,wee - nie s: Page I 32 - THEY --2 1 W1 I j W' GbrnPbeLL The summer sun looks down on peaceful scenes, The friendly trees wave in the wandering breeze, And like a restless hand drawn o'er sweet strings. The distant hazy ocean sings. 'Mid simple houses in the shady street, The village church its holy music beats, And in the daisy dotted fields of clover sweet, The lazy bees drone o'er a summer seat. The little school-house on a neighboring hill Has closed its doors on that lone rill, Which laughs and gurgles with a bubbling sound. As it Hows o'er the mossy ground. Then slowly sank the weary sun to rest, Among the fleecy clouds all golden blest, And softly came the gentle toll of bellsg And slowly placid evening fell. W. CAMPBELL, B10. Page I33 Uhr Svilrnt Hear It was hot in the city--deadly hot. The sun flung its rays against the brick Walls, and they, rejecting it, flung the heat upon the pass- ersby. In the shade cast by the awnings it was not cool, for the wind had forgotten how to blow, and even a straying breeze was scorched up if it ventured to show its face. The whole city was burning itself up and there was no coolness anywhere, nowhere in the world it seemed. Seven stories up from the street and nearer to the molten sun a man bent over a long column of figures in a stuffy little office. It was too hot to eat, too hot to sleep, too hot almost to breathe, yet there was work to be done, that the wheels of industry might turn on without interruption. There had been many days like this and many nights whose darkness brought no relief-always the same-a nightmare of heat. There had been innumerable col- umns of figures to compile and the man was tired-tired almost to the limit of his endurance. A fly buzzed against the window, the heat waves danced over the city, and the figures danced too before the man's eyes, danced and played strange tricks. Now they rose to meet him in a bewilder- ing rush of blackness, distorted and jeering. Now they zigzaged tauntingly across the page and dared him to find their sum. The heat burned itself into his brain. Surely God never intended men to work in heat like this! He meant them to lie prone on the moist earth beside some running stream in the coolness-the blessed cool- ness! The buzzng of the fly kept on persistently-as unceasingly as the heat. His brain took up the sound and went over and over it. It obsessed him completely. Now the figures rose from the page and circled around him, nearer and nearer. He struck at them and they disappeared. A blind fury came over him then, and he cursed aloud at the figures, at the fly, and at the cruel heat demons that would let him have no peace. Only to be where it was cool-cool! His tired mind siezed upon the world and gloated over it. You think you've got me, don't you! he shrieked at the figures. You think I can't get away-well I can-do you hear. I am going where it's cool I tell you, cool! It's too cursed hot here, too hot! The fly stopped buzzing a moment and seemed to watch him as he left the room, and the elevator boy who carried him downward was almost aroused to interest at the sight of his drawn face. But the heat was all absorbing. It was too hot to think, so the man passed unnoticed out into the withering heat of street-and out of his old life .... Far up in the frozen northland, a man guided a team of dogs over the uneven snow. The fur of his mittens was frozen to the handle of the whip, and the piercing wind, laden with sleet, penetrated even through his heavy furs and chilled him to the heart. He was used to the cold though, and scarcely noticed it, but plodded along with dogged indifference. All winter he had lived, snow-bound in a deserted Eskmo hut, and had buried his comrade there beneath the snow with no stone to mark his resting place, and only the wild winds to sing his dirge. Page l 34 Now it was springtime and the man, with his dogs, was making his way to the coast where the first boat would carry him back to the land where human creatures moved and spoke and men laughed. Up here no one laughed. Only the cold, unseen spirts of the frost exulted cracklingly over the human creatures caught in their trap. The dogs differed but little from each other here except in degrees of coldness, and the greatsilence encompassed everything. There was no noise in the world but the crackling of the ice and the creak- ing of the sleet as it jolted over the ridgy snow. They ate but frugally now, for the food supply was running low, and every night saw man and dogs drop to sleep after a day's journeying that had taxed to the utmost their powers of en- durance. Yet every day brought them a little nearer their goal, and the spark of life was kept feebly burning within them. It was three months since the little hut and the nameless grave were left behind, when the seacoast was sighted, and joy rose high in the man's heart at the sight of a ship riding at anchor in the little bay. It was a welcome sight to eyes unbearably tired with the sight of wide expanses of ice and snow, and only more ice and snow when these were passed. The dogs, too, seemed to catch the enthusiasm and bent their tired limbs with renewed effort and al- most breaking into a run as they neared the sea. It was better still to the man to feel his hand grasped by other human hands and to be conducted on board the ship where there was a pleasant bustle of life. Oh the joy of hearing noise once more! But his ears long unaccustomed to human speech could scarcely comprehend the talk that went on around him and he had almost forgotten how to speak. There was so much he wanted to know, so many things he wanted to ask about the big world outside, but nature long misused rebelled and for two days he slept the sleep of total exhaustion. The boat left the little bay and sailed far out on the open sea, but still the man slept. He was awakened at last by the persistent buzzing of a Hy about his face. The sound mingled oddly with his dreams, and half awake he was conscious of a feeling of irritation-there was something un- pleasant he must awaken up to. Oh yes, he remembered now-he must get to work on his columns of figures. He mustn't fall asleep at his desk again that way even if it was so hot-there was so much to do. The feeling of irritation persisted, the World seemed to be wheel- ing, dizzily around, and the fly kept up its monotonous sound. He opened his eyes. Around him the dingy walls of the cabin- beneath him the heaving floor. A horrible fear clutched at his heart. Where was he! What had happened! It was an unreal world of unreal illusions. He rushed to the deck. Around him stretched the waters-a vast expanse of undulating mystery that gave him back no answer. He was alone in a strange new world with the gap of a lost year separating him from that which he had known and loved, and only the buzzing of the ily in his cabin to link him with his past. MAISIE REED, A 11. Page I35 Uhr 6111151 nf 1112 Greig Anim Behind the dark bushes that lined the roadside, crouched the constable and the great city detective. Their faces were drawn and haggard and I realized that the awful suspense was wearing out even these men. For five nights and days they had sat in the office and pondered over the matter, and on each day a new outrage was reported of this same low-running ghostly gray car and skeleton- faced man which hurled it at a terrific pace along the country roads. This was what led the constable to call in the city detective, and he started to work out the mystery. A few nights before a chain had been drawn across the north road and next night the south country suffered. So both roads were watched, and the following night we heard of him from the far side of the county and the countryside breathed easier, for they thought he was driven out, but last night he was back and came right to the outskirts of the town. While his low gray car ran silently but swiftly in the dark night, he was the target of a score of bullets, but he came silently, and was gone again, and he left no trace of where he went. Tonight things had reached a climax. A trap had been prepared, and we patiently waited for his coming. A telephone brought the news that he was coming and all was made ready. Far down the road came two pencils of light, and gradually in the distance the low hum of a motor could be heard. The light was faintly reflected on the iron chain, and men sprang up, revolvers and flashlights in their handsg but on came the roaring engine and with a grinding of brakes the driver saw the chain. It was too late, and as he frantically tried to stop the death mask slipped from his face. He was ghostly white, and his eyes had a wild flashing glare, either from mortal fear or insanity. As he struck the chain a great Hash shook the earth and I felt darkness coming to shut out that blinding light. Upon coming to my senses I felt dazed, but the thoughts of the moment before quickly revived me. In the road was a great hole, and scattered about were pieces of the auto. Men were rising from the ground and quickly running to the road. We never found any trace of the demon. His carload of dyna- mite had done its work. The watchers who had been stationed in that demon's path were never found. When the sun came out to drive away the night, the countryside knew that they were safe. LEONARD LYON, B11. Page l 36 Uhr Blur Mrnttn, Glapri, Zltalg K4 ' HE interesting island of Capri stands sentinel to 5.-Z, Lg 4 the Bay of Naples. Arriving at the harbor village, - , gy we went to a quaint, old, hospitable Italian Pension. .Q 'J ff-5 The fragrant roses and wild flowers made the I-922' island home most enticing. Toward sunset, herds 1 of goats would be driven through the cobblestone ' streets and various tenants would come and get the milk. Teams of oxen, large-wheeled carts, burros, and bright-colored costumes of the Italians afforded a picturesque sight. After making arrangements with a Neapolitan fisherman, we started on one of the most interesting of our European experiences. The party consisted of eight people. Since the boats were smaller than the ordinary skiifs, two boats were required to make the trip. Two hours on a tossing sea, and we arrived at the mouth of the wonderful Blue Grotto. The seas had grown more restless than when we commenced the trip and the boatman hesitated in entering the cavern. The opening is about four feet wide and three feet high. The old man of the seas told me to lie down in the bottom of the skiff. I did so, and as I learned later, acted with wisdom. We waited for the wave to take us in. Three successive times we failed, but the fourth carried us into the Blue Grotto, the most beautiful of Neptune's palaces. Everything was of the richest, softest blue-the sculptured sides, the water, seaweed, and, strange to say, even ourselves. It was a satisfaction to behold such a marvellous, natural picture. The sailor then dipped the oars into the rich blue water. They became a crystal silver. Such a. combination of colors is superb. A diving boy, who had come with the party, offered to dive for coins. We threw in ten centimes. The moment he struck the water, he appeared not as an Italian gamin, but as a silver fish of the ocean depths, a creature of fairyland. In making our departure from the Grotto, a gigantic wave met the boat, giving us all a drenching, awaking us abruptly from a blue dream of an ethereal region, to the real world. CHARLES S. EDWARDS, B11. Page l 37 Fashions are forever changing. Like the wind, they come, we know not whence, and go, we know not whither. A fashion comesg we clasp it to our breasts, and receive it in our homes. We grow to love it, and then it leaves us desolate, and we endure the tyranny of a new style. Like the butterfly, it basks in the sunshine of our approval, and then, like the butterfly, it flutters away. Whither? Who knows? Perhaps they Hutter to some other sphere and there remain, where in some future existence we may again see the classic tunic, the flowing toga, the angel sleeves, the polonaise and the peach- basket hat. To be sure, some of these old friends seem to be with us now, but be not deceived, 'tis only another member of the same family. To mere man the similarity between the passe hobble and the new draped skirt may be confusing. There are, of course, the same diffi- Gllianging ZF 21511111511 . i, Y uyy , - X - W 'tiic .4 4 4x as 'Y ll nk' ty li ll V W t. N X X Q L A -.4m L U culties in walking and stepping on a street car, and other kindred resemblances, but truly they are different. Have we not the word of the great Parisian d1'essmakers that the draped skirt is new? Who would dare to question such authority? Did I hear you speak of earrings? Truly, you are right, and they are wonderful-and so original! Did you mention Cleopatra, gypsies and the African savages? You are again deceived by mere outward appearance. Do not take this last originality from the powers that be. Fashion has decreed that earrings are novel, new, and absolutely original, and so the Gods decree it, too. But why should I rave concerning fashions? A glance at the cartoons by Powell in the City Life Section of the Examiner or Tribune will give more reliable examples than can I. So look ye, and be wise! Page l38 Fashion Q70 is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen, Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. -Shakespeare. LUCILE WATSON, B12. illllemnrirz if gg' SAT in the gray of the twilight, N111 V 'ig-ri , 5 Qld ,jim Neath the blossoms of shady trees, 1 ' fl And o'er the garden's winding paths Came the soft, gentle sigh of the breeze .R V . ' It stirred in my heart the memories Of days long since gone byg And friends, from beyond the chasm of years In shadowy forms drew nigh. Oh, sweet is the hour of twilight That brings such thoughts as these, And sweet the voice of summer wind, As it rustles the dark green leaves. For this hour, to me, is sweeter Than honey to the golden bee, I dwell, then, in the land of the dreamer, 'Mid the scenes of my memories. DOROTHY DARLING, B10. Page l 39 Ellie Snnlfnf Eliather Amnn It was during one of my walks about the country that surrounded the ranch on which I was staying that I came across the ruins of an old adobe chapel. I made it out to be the remains of an old Mexican place of worship. It had been built in those early days of California I thought. Little remained of it now. The adobe walls could still be seen. A screen of large pepper hid it from the sight of travelers on the road. The position of the altar could still be dis- cerned. A small wooden cross had fallen from it and lay partly covered by the ruins. A road sign of tin, carved in the shape of a bell, on which was printed, both in English and Spanish: To Los Angeles twenty-five miles, had also fallen from its place and lay where a passer-by could not possibly see it. On returning to the ranch, after exploring the interesting spot, I returned to try to find out more about the scene I had just visited. When the old Mexican woman, whom we all called Casilda, came out upon the veranda with a broom in her hands, I questioned her. I found to my delight that there was an old story connected with the chapel which I had discovered that afternoon. he senor wishes that I tell the story? she asked slowly, leaning the broom against the wall and seating herself in one of the large garden chairs, seemingly quite willing to let her household duties rest until a later hour. Yes, I said, I'm very anxious to hear it exactly as you know it to be. the senor asks if the story be true? Quien Sabe?-who knows? This I do know-from my mother comes the story and to her was it told by her mother and all believed! 'But you Americansf- she shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'what does it matter what you think?' Then she continued in her English, which, while being fairly correct, was queerly chosen. It makes many years since I heard for the first time the story. I was a child. My mother tells it to me as she heard it. I tell it to you as I remember: When California was part of Mexico and before the Gringos came, there lived here a Senor Garcia, whose money was much and who kept a beautiful home. This senor had a daughter who was so beau- ti ul-Dios, she was like the Mariposa lily--so beautiful. Like her mother they say, who died at her birth. The senor loved much this daughter-called her 'Luz de mis ojos' flight of my eyes.J He wished to make her always happy. It was good to see-this love. Now it happened that the good senor had-what you call in English amigo? Friend, I suggested. Si, gracias. At times one forgets. A frien' he had and his frien' died and asked Garcia to take a little boy and give him a home. Senor Garcia is happy to do so and Pedro Amon comes to live at the rancho. Page l 40 So Maria and Pedro became like brother and sister, always to- gether. Riding the same pony and learning from the same book from the good padre at San Gabriel. No schools then, senor, for children all learned from the Padres. Many years passed, never were the two seen apart. They were not children now, and Senor Garcia thinks it's time to send Maria to Europe. All did this then. The girls must go to school. They must learn more than to read and write. And so it happened that Maria, la pobre nina, is sent away and great is the sorrow of all people. Ah, and Pedro is as a dark cloud has shut out the sun. He smiles only a few times and speaks often of a time when Maria will re- turn. For him the mocking bird of the Rancho was always calling and singing of Maria-but Maria was far away and heard not. From the good padre Pedro learned to make, oh, such sweet music on the violin and many are the stories told of a young man, seated away in the fields, making such music that nobody can copy. They say that once he made a tear fall from the cold eyes of that des- perado Don Juan Murieta. Once the men in the saloon put down their cards and listened and left el Vino without drinking. Years passed. News came that Maria had taken for a husband an Englishman in Europe. Pedro, soon after, was made Padre Amon of the Holy Order. He kept the little chapel down below there and great was the love that the Indian and White had for him. Endless was the work and he was always kind. He would ride through rain or sun to visitthe sick. Dios, he was good-a saint. The violin put he away for ever. Gone was the music from him. Like the mocking bird in the cage, he made no more music. He did other things. He worked and loved. Where he went, they say, happiness would follow. When he smiled the birds sang louder. Often has my mother told me this, senor. My father said that the sunlight of the south had entered into his soul. So he lived-Gracias a Dios-and the country was better while he lived. But once, a stormy night, a small child came to him and said, 'My father dies-come quickl' He went. The sick one lay alone. All feared to approach him. He wore the death marks of that disease you call-a-smallpox. The Padre entered the room It was impossible to save a life but he said that a soul would be safe. HAH night he stayed and el imfermo died. The Padre returned to IS ome. Dios! The good man had done his last work. The demon fever grabbed him and as he was no more. He was gone. Now he lies by yonder ruins. The violin was placed in the chapel at the foot of the cross. It was his last wish. It made many years before Maria again returned. Her husband had died in Europe and she came again to the rancho. 'Where is that friend of my childhood, she asked. 'Gone,' she is told, 'El se murio.' Then do they tell her of that wonderful life-so sweet-so gentle. Then slowly she walked down to the little chapel and slowly opened Page l4I the door. She enters and stops. Softly, from somewhere is the soft music coming. Louder it grows and fills the air. Such music she never before heard. 4 It was as tho' the Angels played. She holds her breath and listens. She puts out her arms and goes forward to the altar. Still does the music float off into the blue Heavens. She looks. Caso extrano! The case is empty. The violin is gone! The seior asks if the story be true? Quien sabe? Who knows. DOUGLAS KXRKHOFFI-JR, A10 Extrarta from ZFathvr'a Eiarg A man , whose face was lined from anxiety, sat musing before the Fire in his den. Presently the sound of voices coming from the living room disturbed his reverie, and he roused himself to begin work on some delayed reports. Instead, he walked to his desk and took up an old dog-eared diary. Somehow, tonight, he couldn't face the futureg the past only had a tangible hold on him and open- ing the diary, he read: New Year's Eve, 1901-Henrietta sits near me with little Marie asleep on her lap. The sandman has come too early for her to watch the New Year enter. Lillian is bravely strugglng to keep her eyes open, for she considers it beneath the dignity of a fourteen-year- old to fall asleep on New Year's Eve. Five-year-old Harold suc- cumbed by eight o'clock and was put to bed. God grant I may have a prosperous year so that I can provide the wife and babies with more comforts. January 1, 1902-Happy New Year! Yes the babies were all asleep before twelve and the three are very disappointed today at the failure of their watch party. I spent the day working in the yard and hanging a swing from a limb of the pepper tree. As soon as I can spare the money I will get a see-saw. March 19, 1902-Orders for two sewing machines today. October 3, 1902-I have hired a bookkeeper and she will begin to- morrow. This last year business has oeen better, but if many more sewing machines come back broken, after renting them for 51.50 a month, I will have to do without a bookkeeper. May 21, 1903-Marie is not well, so I sent for Doctor B- today. May 24, 1903-I have engaged a nurse to help Henrietta with poor little Marie. She is very, very ill. June 4, 1903- June 23, 1903-I am very tired. The doctor's and nurse's bills are so large that I have been working nights to get out of debt. August 9, 1903-Lillian is taking music lessons again. It is a heavy expense but I will try to meet it. She must have the best I can give her. Page l 42 December 31, 1903-Lillian is grown up! She is fifteen, and has young gentlemen friends now. She has gone to a party tonight with Billy West. The family group-the three children, their mother and I-who watched the New Year enter, last year, is sadly broken up now. February 10, 1904-There are so many new expenses! Lillian has joined a young people's dancing club. This means new clothes and even flowers from the florists, for the parties. I rarely get home be- fore nine o'clock, so I don't see much of the children. May 9, 1904-Business is poor and money hard to get. September 18, 1904-Henrietta wants Lillian to have music lessons from Signor Ml. I cannot pay for the lessons and the life insur- ance also which is due soon. Henrietta wishes me to drop the in- surance but I must not do that. September 20, 1904-We have rented the house, and will take an apartment and send the children to boarding school this winter. Henrietta wants them to have friends from more refined and wealthy homes. I won't mind their being away so very much. I don't often see them anyway. I don't get home from the store until late and they are still asleep when I leave in the morning. November 8, 1905-The home is sold. February 2, 1906-Henrietta is not well and the doctor has ordered her to take a sea voyage. March 14, 1906--Henrietta sailed today for a trip to Honolulu. The children are at school. It is very quiet here in the apartment. April 2, 1906-I am worn out from worrying about money mat- ters. It costs a great deal for Henrietta to travel. If I could have a week's rest, it would be so much easier. I haven't had a vacation for over three years. April 9, 1906-Henrietta returned today. She is much better. February 5, 1907-The men commenced work on our new home this week. It will be much larger than the old one, ond it will cost a lot of money. September 8, 1907-Carl Bradley has asked me for my little girl. It seems only a short time since she and little Marie played dolls together on the sitting room lounge. Now Henrietta and Lillian call it the library davenport. November 29, 1907-A trousseau is very expensive. 111 lk Bk if 'lf Now there are only glowing coals in the grate as the steady scratch of the father's pen breaks the silence in the den. He has turned to a clean page and made this entry. December 9, 1907-Today I gave Lillian to Carl. He is a splen- did fellow and will be good to her. Lillian's' mother is very much pleased with the marriage but I shall miss my girl. I am glad that Carl can give her a good home. It is all for the best I am sure. I am growing old and my old body will soon refuse to work any more. Thank God that I have kept up my life insurance. If anything hap- pens to me there will be enough for Henrietta and Harold. I am so tired-. The pen dropped from an unconscious hand as the writer fell asleep Page l 43 in his big chair. Now the glowing coals have turned to cold, gray ashes and the father has fallen into the last, long sleep, from which he will awaken, rested and free from all worry, in a land where there is neither social strife nor accompanying debt. HELEN LIST, A1 1. Uhr Qlall nf the Jlirre Ohl it hurts me here, said Labrilla, putting her hand over her heart. Her face shone with terror and agony as she said, Leave me. Chief Pushmataha bowed his head as he turned and made his way down the path into the woods. He was going into seclusion to call out to the Great Spirit for the misdeeds that he had committed. During this time Labrilla was on her knees. Her body sway- ing to and fro as she uttered low moans. Now she knew why tears came so quickly to her eyes, though no other maiden of the tribe ever shed them. Now she knew why she must always voice her pain. Now she knew why Unahaba had told her no Indian brave would make a wife of so soft a creature as she. But what did she care now? She was not one of them, she was a pale-face. Why had she not realized that before? She now recalled to memory that she had asked Unahaba where the pretty-faced woman was that used to talk to her. Unahaba had answered, Dead. Oh, that I could die, moaned Labrilla. I, who have always had a longing to know the mystery beyond the dense forest, but have kept my longing locked up here, said Labrilla, placing her hand over her heart. Even though I never saw a pale-face I love them, and my heart calls to them. Help me, O, Great Spirit, that I may fiy far, far away. Saying this she arose from the ground and called Isha, her pet squirrel, and caressed him. She loved her pet better than any other creature except Pushmataha. Her squirrel was the only thing she could call her own. Had she not brought it up, fed it, tended it from babyhood? She felt the time had come to make her sacrifice to the Great Spirit. She knew she must give up her dearest posses- sion without apparent sorrow or regret. She took Isha and a knife and went up the trail that led to the mighty falls. When Labrilla stopped above the falls, the little squirrel was dead. She broke some twigs and placed the squirrel upon them, covering him with leaves and wild fiowers. She felt satisfied that she had done right in giving up her dearest possessions. She was confi- dent that the Great Spirit would hear her prayer. Labrilla knew that she loved Pushmataha, but something seemed to call to her from beyond the great forest. Should she heed it? She also knew that it was for her that Pushmataha had fought, hunted, and shown so much bravery. Yet no word of love had passed his lips until he had come to tell her of her abduction. If the Indians had not taught her that one's duty was to one's own people, it would have been different. Now she realized she must go to them. So she knelt and began her prayer. Page l 44 0 Great Spirit who watched over and cared for me, make it known to the Great White Father at Washington that I am here. May he send for me that I may go and dwell among my own people. And, O Great Spirit, deal kindly with the people who have dealt kindly with me. Little did Labrilla know that just above the falls Pushmataha was making his appeal to the Great Spirit also. When Labrilla raised her head, she saw him standing just above her. He made his Way slowly down the path and stopped beside her. Labrilla, I have heard your prayer, he said. It shall be granted, but hear me first. It was twelve years ago when I was on a trip to the pale-face's country when I stopped at a stream to water my horse. While there I heard a voice call, 'Labrilla,' and I heard a voice near me answer. I peeped through the tall grass and saw you. The moment my eyes beheld you a longing desire for you came into my heart. The Great Spirit whispered to take you, and as I wrapped you in a blanket you nestled close to my heart Without a cry or struggle. There seemed to be entwined about you a sacred trust, and as the years have rolled by a longing desire to have you as my very own has taken hold of me. I love fyou very much Labrilla, but if you wish to go back to the pale aces, your wish shall be granted. I pray that the Great Spirit will reward you for the happiness you have brought my people. I forgive you, Pushmatahaf' said Labrilla, and when I am withl my people I shall not forget your kindness and that of your peop e.' S 41 i ill Dil Ill Labrilla, darling, you must be charming to Mr. Shannon this evening, said Mrs. Parker, Labrilla's mother. You know he is a great friend of our hostess and vcierlyl geigrable socially. Oh, I'll tr to be polite, ' sai a ri a. You speakyas if his very name offended you, said the mother. I don't see Why you can't be sensible. You know you are already twenty-one, and you can't go on flirting forever. It is time you thought of settling down. Yes, mother, said Labrilla Wearily. Oh, who is that hand- someglargnette bowing to. Stephens. He looks- ' at are you saying. Oh that he looks very interesting. Interesting, ugh! He is coarse and vulgar, said the mother. He looks like an Indian. I certainly wish you would not notice every freak you see. That is the reason I brought you to Washing- ton, I hoped you would forget the abominable associates of your early life. I see Mr: Shannon has arrived. Now remember, it is of great importance that you accept him if he makes it possible. We can not afford to go on living as we do. You must marry well. During' this little speech Labrilla was closely observing the tall, dark stranger. How graceful, dignified and elegant he seemed. She said to herself, as her mother turned away, It will not be made ossible. p As the evening advanced, Labrlla became very tred. The tall, dark stranger who had aroused her curiosity had not even been Page l 45 introduced. Somehow, his strangeness brought back images of her past. She longed to be alone. So she walked out into the garden and passed into the summer house. She was thinking of her happv childhood, among the birds and flowers, and how full of happiness her days were then. An Indan song, soft and muscal was wafted to her ears. Labrilla gathered up her train to make a hurried departure. Just as she stepped from the entrance of the summer house a window opened and a stream of light fell upon her. She was face to face with the dark stranger. 0h! said Labrilla. Did I frighten you, said the stranger. No, just the song. And pray, may I ask, why the song? I thought-I thought I had heard it before, said Labrilla, trembling. Come, tell me about it. It must have been sung by an Indian tribe if you have ever heard it. I would like very much to hear its story. I never speak of it because my mother wishes me to forget. But since you are an Indian, I will tell you. When I was three years old I was stolen and taken to the Comanche s country. I lived there until I was fifteen years old. When I found out that I was a paleface I asked to be sent home. This was granted. That is all of my story. No, he said, earnestly, I don't believe you have finished. Have you never had a longing to go back? Yes, when I'm tired of balls, parties and so much formality I then long for the free and happy life. And I should like very much to see those who were most kind to me. Miss Parker, you have told me your history. I will tell you mine. Several years ago I was in love with a paleface. She was sent away to school. Two months after her education started, mine began. I was trying to make myself worthy of her. I changed my name so that I should not be at a disadvantage. I have studied law and am here now on business for my tribe. I'm not sorry that I'm educated because I have found one whom I have looked for for six years. I've just heard her say that she longed for the free life. Labrilla, I am Pushmataha. Will you be my Wife and go with me to live with nature and my people Labrilla did not answer, for she was sobbing aloud upon his shoulder. At last the life of the free had conquered. ANNA RUSSELL, A12. -7,1 1 Page I46 Zin the Fling EFORE me was a thick, gray cloud, broken only by sporadic blotches of light and darkness. To my right, a continuous circle of yellowish lights denoted the lamps bordering the park walk. In front, in -.za 3 I rustic majesty, rose the aquarium, with little bright sparks glowing from its walls at regular intervals. The multifarious sounds of the harbor emanated from the gloom on my left, deep hoarse sirens and smaller staccato ones mingled with the cries of gulls and the shouts of sailors as a boat went churning by. Once in a while a tug would appear with a rush, a roar and a furious lashing of water and then vanish abruptly as if it had not come. A faint spray beat against my face. Peering whence it came, I found myself near the guard-rail, with the now thrashing, now receding, waves below me. I gazed enthralled at the black swells, fascinated by the tremendous heave of their ebb and the insidious suction of their flow. Reluctantly, I turned back to leave the park. Things were more distinct now. I could see the grass on either side, and the street in front of me. Farther ahead, the elevated station lifted itself from the enveloping haze, the fog was beginning to rise. RICHARD S. EDWARDS, A12. E Q Page I47 ,il 2:5-,A -.4 S-'- 'F SX! Vi f, , vi QM I -fn, E rw, w r ,W .x ,Q , gfq D WP 1 J H Lxl HMM ci M Sa I I r WW i I ,mil 'XJ fr!! I U' 'v,1g'r'uMr1a NUI . 1, 2 y xf 4 BYU M Nb, 1 ,lv E-M177 Au . my 3 - ll, Ellie Gliig It was dusk. Bells clanged and wagons rumbled on like the roar of a cataract. Above all, the whistle of the oiiicer shrilled as he directed the lines of traffic through the narrow canyons of streets. Faces were drawn and tired. The pace was swift which the city had set and the struggling mass was striving hard to keep abreast. No one looked more weary than a white-faced girl, who was pushed aside by stronger and more insistent way-goers. She limped as she walked, for her frail body ached from utter weariness. She had walked many miles that day, seeking work, but the grim old city had no place for her. Seemingly it had enough slaves, no one wanted an unskilled girl. How hungry she was! She had spent her last nickel for a cup of coffee at noon. It seemed she would faint. She must sit down. Near by was a great stone church whose spire pointed like a giant finger into the sky. She sank down on the lowest step. Across the avenue, lights shone through the windows of a large, brown house. It was the rectory, she was certain. Even now some one in clerical robes was entering the massive dwelling. From him she could get help, he would not turn her away a starving soul. In answer to a timid knock on his study door, a deep voice called out, Come in. The man was seated at a large mahogany table, piled with books and papers. He was intent upon his Easter sermons, for the next morning he was to preach to the wealthiest congregation in the city, in the great stone church near by. The room was richly and tastefully furnished, giving an added charm and comfort. The man was courteous, but somehow she was chilled--his mouth was hard and his deep-set eyes seemed cold. What can I do for you? he asked. Please, sir, I must have work. I've tried for a month but no one wants me and my money is gone. Can't you help me? Please, do not turn me away. He cleared his throat before he spoke. I'm sorry, but I can do nothing now. I will put you on my list, however. Call around in a week or two and perhaps I will have something for you then. Good- night. The rector of St. Andrews prided himself on his agreeable manner and unfailing tactg how little warmth of real kindness was there in those tone! Besides, she was in his parish, and, there was a guild to look after such cases as hers. He turned to his writing, unaware that he was not a servant of the Master, but of the City, and that pride and selfishness had fastened themselves upon him, as upon others around him. Not a sob escaped her tightly pressed lips as she limped out into the cold nght. She even wondered how a heart so heavy as hers could feel at all. But she must have help, and not next week but now! Slowly she climbed the cold, stone steps of the church and sank dovsm with her back against the massive carved door. If God put it in the hearts of men to build such grand churches, surely, in His mercy, He would come to a poor girl in her utter loneliness and distress. Her lips moved in prayer, Oh, help me, God! Take me from this city that breaks the spirit and grinds the soul to death. Page I 49 Blame not too much those who have turned me away without work. They follow not Thee, but this Tyrant, whose greed knows no bounds. He rules them all! Let me come to Thee, God! Let me rise as Jesus rose! Take me! Take me away! The sun shone brightly on the proud cathedral of St. Andrews. Birds were singing from pure joy this spring morning. From out the great church floated the sweet strains of the Easter anthem, Christ is risen! Let the world rejoice. Among the mighty throng, not one had noticed in the shadow of the ivy-covered pillar the still figure sleeping in peace. A gleam of sunshine fell upon her brown hairy the blue eyes were closedg the white face was in repose. Un- failingly, He had heard her despairing cry for help. Her spirit was in the City of Eternal Rest. WM. PENN, B11. Eg Jrillniaa- M g H ll-Ill'A- 'A EEE E :: gli!-ID EE 2 fl...V.YU.l'.'.'l.'I.,.'.'l.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'Nll.'.V.'lN.Y.'l'.'.' Page l 50 I ,li - STUDENT BODY OFFICERS Earl Troxell, Pres. Myra Dell Grether, Vice Pres Alma Anderson, Sec. Lew Wiles, Treas. OEGAN IZATIONQ, Uhr Ahrlphir Smririg This term has been a term of reorganization for the Adelphic Society. A great deal of trouble and misunder- standing arose last semester because of the lack of definite organization. The future character of the Society had not been determined, and the relation of the Society to the school had not been established. In fact, so shaky had become the foundations of the Society that it was rumored that an entirely new Society would be formed to take its place, and that this was to be for seniors only. The Execu- tive Committee for this semester proved to be of stubborn temper, and determinedly insisted that the Society be open to all. It immediately set about the difficult task of reorgan- ization. The President outlined a plan of procedure, and immediately drew up a constitution upon which the Society based its operations. After a month of hard work and much consideration, the Constitution was completed, approved, and signed by the members of the Adelphic Society. Many ideas have been gathered, many precedents set, until at the present writing the Adelphic Society has raised itself to an assured position. The activity of this organization has not been limited to organization and business aiairs only this year, for a se- ries of programs have been given, which have established a new standard. The first Adelphic program and the Adel- phic vaudeville are events which linger even yet in the mem- Page I52 Tm '-L Edna Worman. Vice Pres. W Page l53 i 1 J. Paul Elliott, Pres. Carlton Henley, Sec ADELPHIC OFFICERS ories of the students, and have as yet been unsurpassed. The whole school is now looking eagerly forward to the All Star Program, which will take place on Alumni day at the close of the term. This program is one of the new and unique ideas which have been adopted for the regular semi-annual program of the organization, and is sure to prove to be one of its Big hits. About twenty-five mem- bers have been added to the roll this semester, and there are over one hundred Senior A Adelphic members, who will graduate this June. So pleasant has been the task, that the Executive Com- mittee has shouldered in the last two programs, that the preparation for Alumni day will be taken up with a touch of regret. This day will be the last day of school. and it will be then that the Student Body will bid farewell to the graduat- ing Seniors. The Adelphic Society has official charge of Alumni day, and its officers will solemnly present the grad- uates with their graduation pins and oflicially recognize them as Alumni of Manual Arts High School. When the program is completed and the last farewell is said, the work of the Adelphic Society for this term will end. The officers of the Society, who have reorganized its work this term, are as follows: J. Paul Elliott, Presidentg Edna Worman, Vice President, and Carleton Henley, Secre- tary. Those responsible for the success of the Society have been the members, who have so heartily encouraged and advised their officers. Let us all hope that the Adelphic will next year develop and grow until Manual Arts will lead the High Schools of the South in musical and literary efforts. Engz' Self Gnnrrnment The past term has witnessed a realization of the values of Self Government, as expounded by the advocates of gov- ernment in which the administrative and executive author- ity rested manifestly within the confines of the student body. Manual Arts has now an organized committee, de- vout in its purpose and persevering in its tests. Self Gov- ernment at Manual Arts began as an experiment some three years ago. The only duty of the organization at that time was to arrest and sentence law violators. To'day this duty Page l54 un 0 :r 5 0 o : :s O X Af A, Boys' Self Government is insigniiicant, when compared to the numerous depart- mental branches under the supervision and jurisdiction of the committee. Gradually powers and duties have been added, until at the present time it surpasses all other organ- izations in authority and power. Now the grounds, build- ings, bleachers, and auditorium are cared for by its mem- bers. The Auditorium committee, cafetia committee, and the grounds committee have charge of all ticket-taking and seating as well as the preserving of order in their several de- partments. The committee has had several famous and ex- citing trials, among which the Waggoner and John- son cases were the most stubbornly contested. Dr. Wilson has at different times addressed the mem- bers, and, due to his keen foresight and will- ing co-operation, the organization has progressed with very rapid strides. Another faculty representative, Mr. Chase, has rendered invaluable services to the boys, and their appreciation is shown in their devotion to his ideals and their fulfillment of his plans. To Roger Sturges, the President, is due the thanks of the student body. Ever ready to aid any plan which would be of special advantage to Manual Arts, unceasing in his efforts to quell any scheme detrimental to the reputation or honor of the school he rep- resents, Mr. Sturges is truly a worthy otiicial. The com- mittee was fortunate in securing so many efficient officers, whose hearty co-operation enabled the S. G. to attain pres- ent standards. The officers are Roger Sturges, Presidentg Rollo Shaw, Secretary, and Carleton Henley, Prosecuting Attorney. Das Deutsche Kraenzchenu hat den Zweck die deutsche Sprache und deutsche Lieratur zu pflegen. An jeden zwei- ten Donnerstag versammeln sich die Mitglieder und ver- bringen gemuetlich ein Stuendchen mit Vortraegen ueber deutsche Dichter, Besprechungen ihrer Werke und dem Singen deutscher Lieder. Unser deutscher Lehrer, Herr V. Buehner, organisirte diesen Verein. Fraulein J ella Voelkel ist praesident, Herr Goulet ist vice president, Fraeulein Christine Snelling ist schriftfuehrer und Fraeulein Olga Pfadenhauer, Fraeulein Steinmeyer und Herr Smith bilden das Vergnuegungs Com- itee. , Page I57 German Club Page 159 Mr. Glover, M. A.'s Printer I sc-f - fb? f, W,-,, bfi ,Wh N xx N f 4 f k f ,X Q-ff' EX , W 1 ,. M , Rifvf , . . A IIN IIE 'EIT' .IF IIE nw 1, n-,, - , fi.- - fi, 3' N The Weekly Staff Girlz' Srlf Lbnurrnmrnt The Girls' Self Government needs no introduction. Its Work of the past term speaks for itself. The Self Govern- ment has had a most successful term. Among its duties are the handling of tardy slips and keeping the young hopefuls from leaving the grounds at the Wrong time. Miss Swerd- fegger has been the faculty representative, and it is par- tially due to her eforts that the girls have been so success- ful. Many trials have been held, with the beneficial result that the girls have been kept from going far astray from the straight and narrow. It is due to the faithful Work of Miss Helen Hine, the President, that this is true. In all her duties and trials she has proven herself a Worthy and just official. The officers are: President, Helen Hine, Vice President, Verla Hartg Secretary, Louise Hamilton, Prose- cuting Attorney, Elizabeth Armstrong. 01112 Bnllar illilarkz Glluh The Dollar Marks is a club which has just been formed. Its main purpose is to have a good time. The membership is composed of those who have Worked, and are now working in the S. B. O. treasurer's office, the people who do the actual work that is connected with run- ning the Student Body Organization, such as keep- ing the books in which records of the ex- penses of the school are kept. Also the treasurer's assist- ants count the money and pay the bills of the cafeteriag so you see they are some trustworth. The commercial depart- ment is not always given credit for its work. A student goes into the cafeteria, or buys candy or ice cream, with never a thought of who tends to the running of these things. S0 the object of the club is to bring the students that are doing this obscure Work into closer companionship, and, through organization, see that we occasionally get into the limelight. The membership consists of about forty people: some have left school, but the club will try to reach them with liter- ature. The insignia is to be an oblong pin with a dollar mark in the center, an M on one side of it, and an A on the other. Page l6I YW Q-Q ent Girls',Se1f.Governm ululng aql pm QUID ll? The temporary officers are: President, Lynford Hessg Vice President, Ray Yerkesg Secretary-Treasurer, Harriet Snow. We have as faculty members, such excellent chape- rons as Miss Phelps, Mr. Armstrong, Mr. Hague and Mr. Austin. The club has a permanent Good Time committee, which is to be kept busy. The Dollar Mark is not necessa- rily composed of students with higher mathematics, type of mind, but you just Watch the level-headed, common-sense members of the club have a good time. Uhr Srnatr The Senate once again comes into the limelight as a social and fraternal body. Several entertainments and events have been given by or for the Senate. Conspicuous among these was the Orpheum Party, given April 9th, in honor of the victorious league debaters. After an evening of jocund amusement the party journeyed to the Chocolate Shop. On May 10th, The Forum, L. A. High's debating society, enter- tained the Senate and the Rostra, from 4 till 10. After a debate, a banquet, decorated with toasts and speeches, was given in the cafeteria. Then to end the frivolities, the hosts and guests joined in a splendiferous dance. The Senators have nothing but admiration for this enterprising society. Student League Oflii-ers Senate Omcers , M v Q W? ff A Xfzztiff' 3 Archery Class Ennk Exrhangv HThe Students FHiendH hasindeed proved equalto Rs name this year. When we are financially embarrassed, We may unload our old books at the Exchange and depart with a.fuH purse The Book Exchange ahnsto pay asrnuch as possHMe for our books wdthout sustaining Hnancialloss Our Exchange is oneof the most important departments of the business end of our school. It embodies a thoroughly equipped and up-to-date supply store for the students. Be- sides carrying a large stock of supphes and novehjes it handles thousands of books every sernester. 'The Bdanual Arts Book Exchange will constantly endeavor to enlarge the scope of its activities and usefulness to the school. The present manager, Robert Jones, is deserving of great praise. During his managership, the Exchange has progressed rapidly. Mr. Jones is ably assisted by Mr. Roy Elmore, Mr. Fitz-Mac Chandler, and Mr. Scott Nottingham. Mr. Elmore will become manager in February. Page I 69 A-ww -- 4 - an mv Hovkey Team Book Exchange Committee v ,f ff ,1 x-.A K Sk ,.. 4 lx 13 W . .. 1- 5 M ,. I,-' ,,. . Q R-1, K, Lily'-v ' , G ws fm S5 . J -21. 22 ' .Ui ' WHY, RUFUS! THAT'S NAUGHTY Rufus Nevill: Gee, that's some job! Harry Hanson: What? Rufus Nevill: The census. It embraces eight mil- lion women. WHY STUDENTS GET D hhss Carey: UVVe shah take up next the study of Iieatsf' Jessie Lovejoy: Oh, Miss Carey, what are keats ? SUCH DARING Teacher: Fools often ask questions wise people can not answer. Pupil: I guess that's why so many of us Hunk in exannau WHAT DID HE MEAN? Dr. Wilson Cholding unruly pupil by coat collarj : Young man, Satan certainly has a hold on you. AND THE CLASS WAS UPSET Dr. Hope fin B12 Historyj to class: You will find it on page 544 of your appendix. NOT BY HIS CHILDREN Alma Smart: May I borrow a pencil? Mr. Bailey Chanding her oneb : This one looks as if it had been used for a teether but not by my family, however. OH, DR. WILSON! Dr. Wilson finquiring of football player the reason for his absence from schoolb : Why did you stay home ? Dutch Wagner fearnestlyl : I had a very sore foot, IJoctor---H Dr. Wilson: Well, that is a very lame excuse, indeed. BE SURE YoU GET THIS Ray Hughes Cexcitedlyb : Gee, did you see those autos s-kid ? Miss Andrews: Sir! How dare you call me that? Page l 73 AT THE GIRLS' TRACK MEET Bystander fat 100-yard startl : Why don't they shoot a pistol instead of blowing a whistle 7 Mr. Rice, starter Qswelling with dignityl : No re- marks, sir. Bystander: Are you the original puffed rice? HE SAID IT! Mr. Wagner fspeaking of a picturel : The background was red, very classy. People like red, you know, except when it comes down the street in the form of a Hag. WHAT DID SHE MEAN? Miss Getchell ftaking the rolll : All take your seats while I run rapidly around the room. IN THE PARK Dorothy watched the sheep with glee as they played amid the heather. I wish I were two little lambs, said she, so I could play together. -Ex. DID YoU KNOW? Policemen dine on beats, Editors on roasts, Jewelers on carrots, Machinists on nuts, Sweethearts on dates. I stole a kiss the other night, My conscience hurts, alackg I think I'll go again tonight, And put the blamed think back. Scrub: Here I've got one foot, and here's my other foot, that's two feet: one foot and two feet are three feetg now I have a yard, guess I'll go out and play in it. Page I 74 Customer: I have a mug here I wish engraved. Jeweler: The barber shop is just across the street! CONFESSION Shaw: Say, McGorray, how long can a man live with- 977 out brains. McGorray: I don't know, I'm nineteen. AND THEY LET THESE PEOPLE LIVE Miss Cilker: If the king were to die having no chil- dren who would inherit the throne '? Clever Pupil: His grandchild. HE WON'T HAVE HIS STUDENTS CORRUPTED Mr. Newell: Who Wants to take the subject, 'Roman Wines'? Pupil, anxiously: I will. Mr. Newell: Don't take too much of it at once. A POME The scrub is termed a bother, And his talk is termed a bore, His manner is the greenest That ever mortal wore: His attitude is lowly, And his face aye wears a grin For the lovely Senior ladies Who go to the school he's in. But when he is a Senior, His manner grows quite cold, And with the Senior ladies He now grows very bold, He walks with them and treat them, And finds them very gay- But, oh, they seemed so much nicer When he was far away. . SLIP OF PAPER-SEE., Miss Levy Kto her study hallj : Please put your names down when you come in here on a slip of paper. Page I 7 5 Leland Sharp: I love you, Cali, Calilu Calla Mathewson: Really, Leland, I hardly know what to say. Leland Sharp Clooking surprised, but continuing his songl : I love you, California. His football he knows through and through His other subjects, skims. He neglects the higher branches To improve the lower limbs. HE SUSPECTS HIS LITTLE PUPILS. Wheeler Chase: They get these diamonds in a volcano or some place where it's hot. Mr. Fonda: Do you think that some of us have pretty good prospects for diamonds then. SCRUBS MUST BE So TREATED. Mr. Chase fstopping two boys in the halllz Were you boys talking. Boys: No, sir. Mr. Chase: Well, you go to the office and tell them that Mr. Chase says you were talking. IN ART HISTORY. Mr. Wagner fpointing to a picture of Venusj : She is two thousand years old. John Whitelaw: Well, she doesn't look over twenty. JUST LIKE HIM. Mr. Fenwick: The reason that man is the more gen- eral term is because man embraces woman. Boy fsotto vocej : Gee! he's got the right idea. THE BASEBALL SEASON Is ON. Miss Grant: What can you say of the Medes and Persians? Pupil: I never keep track of those minor league teams. Page I 76 There was a young lady named Lou, Whose suitors were more than a few, One specially simtten Once gave her a kitten, Said he, I've a feline for you. -Ex. If Smead is worth 18 points, how much is Teits CtightsJ worth? Student fentering M. A. weekly ofiiceb : I want your paper for a week back. Busy Editor: You had better try a porous plaster. Visiting Philanthropist: Good morning, madam. I am collecting for the Drunkard's Home. Mrs. McGuire: Sure, I'm glad of it-if yez call around to-night, yez can take my husband. --Ex. Mildred Kennedy: Is my hat on straight? Louise Phelan: No, one eye still shows. She: You ought to see my new hat. It's a perfect poem. He: Yes, a poem entitled, 'Owed to the Millinerf - Ex. -- THE BASEBALL GAME-LATEST REPORT. The game was called with Molasses at the stick. Small- pox was catching. Coal was in the box and had lots of steam. Horn was playing first base, and Fiddle, second base. Corn was in the field and Apple was umpire. When Ax came to bat, he choppedg and Coal let Brick, Rock and Saw dust fill the bases. Song made a hit and Twenty made a score. Foot kicked and said that Apple was rotten. Bal- loon started to pitch, but went up in the air. When Spider caught a fly, the crowd cheered. Ice kept cooling the game until Coal burnt him with a pitched ball. You should have heard Ice-cream. Cabbage had a good head, and kept quiet, but Organ refused to play, and Bread loafed around. In the fifth inning Wind began to blow about what he could do, and Hammer began to knockg then the trees began Page l 77 to leave. Knife was put out for cutting first base. There was lots of betting on the game and Egg went broke, but Soap cleaned them all up. They all kicked, when in the heat of the game, Coal was put out, and his future temporarily cooked, but not before he roasted Pork good for his pig-headedness. The score was 1 to 0. Oats was shocked, not having a grain of sense. Trombone tried to slide, but was put out. When the game was over the score was 2 to 1. Door said that if he pitched he would have shut them out. They had never met B-4, But what had she 2 care, She loved him 10-derly, For he was a 1,000,000 aire.-Ex. A newly captured horsethief Dangled from a tree, In a whisper hoarse he muttered This suspense is killing me. -Ex. Boy: Say, sir, What's the best Way to teach a girl how to swim ? Instructor: First you put your left arm under her waist, and then you gently take her left hand- Boy: Aw, come off! She's my sister. Instructor: Push her off the dock. LOUD AND DEEP! I failed in Latin, Flunked in Chem, The boy said with a hiss, And I want to find The guy who said That ignorance is bliss. OF COURSE NOT. Girl fattempting to live up to advanced ideasl : The men of this age are certainly terrible! To-day a young chap kept watching me. Of course, I didn't take the slightest notice of him. He was a tall man, and looked like an Eng- lishman, with great blue, sentimental eyes. Page l78 J1-:RRY's EPITAPH. No more he'll run a buzz machine- Gone where they don't use gasoline! AIN,T IT THE TRUTH. When a Freshman doesn't hear the teacher's question plainly, he says, in a subdued voice: Pardon me, ma'am, but I didn't understand your question. A Sophomore says: Will you please repeat that? A Junior says: What, sir? A Senior says: Huh! A NATURAL SUPPOSAL. S. Thompson, Vera, would you like a pet poodle ? Vera M.: Oh Pinky! This is so sudden. PSALM XXIII. fDedicatecl to a Member of the In-Bad Clubj 1. Dr. Wilson is my shepherd. I shall not want for trouble. 2. He maketh met to come down in his office g he lead- eth me to the accusing teacher. 3. She blackeneth my character, he leadeth me back to his office for his own sake. 4. Yea, though I walk through the halls of Manual Arts, I will fear much evil: for thou art near meg thy stu- dents and thy faculty they menace me. 5. Thou preparest to bawl me out in the presence of mine friends: thou canest me from school: my temper boil- eth over. 6. Surely bad luck and evil shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the high school building for- ever. i- N. E. Teacher: Johnny, use the words, 'dozen' and 'toward' in a sentence. Johnny: I dozen know how I toward my pants. -Ex. Music Store Proprietor Cinstructing new lad as store boyj : Now, my boy, if a customer wants a violin, man- dolin, or flute, you know what to show them ? Boy: Yes, sir. Proprietor: And if he wants a lyre-- Boy- I had better send for you. Page I 79 One hundred years ago to-day, With wilderness here, With powder in his gun, the man Went out and got his deer. But now the thing is somewhat changed, And on another plan, With powder on her cheeks, the dear She goes and gets the man.-Ex. Miss Parsons fin Expression J : Ignorance is dark- ness. Miss Griffin: Well how about the proverb, 'When ignorance is bliss,' etc. ? Miss Parsons: Well, isn't darkness bliss ? A young man led for a heart, The maid for a diamond playedg The old man came down with a club, And the sexton used a spade. A DEEP PLOT. Mrs. Colver fin Englishj: And then we'll take the lives of Goldsmith and Burns. CAN You IMAGINE. Miss Carey not liked by anyone? Martin Zolle getting A? Ida White, Eleanor Kimble, Lucille Jackson, etc., get- ting D? Mr. Wagner not liking rococo things? Leslie Lynch in overalls? Bessie Lyon as a Salvation Army girl? Mr. Rice chastising Rufus Neville? Mr. Newell losing his temper? The Senior Class not being the best in the school? Dutch Waggoner as a minister? The Senate and Rostra having a debate? The cafeteria with nobody within a hundred feet of it at about 12 :10? Everybody in the school contributing something for the Annual? Page I 80 arated. Tomy Lake attending a pink tea? Gale Selig in a bathing suit? Jerry Ryder driving his machine at 4 miles per hour? Wheeler Chase singing a song? Percy Jones ragging? Roger Sturgis letting anybody ditch detention? Mildred Snider playing cards? Seniors ditching gym.? COh, my! no!D Theresa Goss, Myra Dell Grether and Paul Williams re- fusing to speak at meetings? Lillian Mettler looking dignified? Russell Bailey and Jesse Lovejoy with their mouths muzzled at a baseball game? Kenneth McKinley as a ballet dancer? Grace Eberts as an emotional actress? Goodwin Knight not talking to somebody? CM. SJ- Manual Arts spirit dead? Forrester Chase superintending a Sunday-school picnic? Mrs. Colver talking slow? Langdon Smead ceasing to be popular? N E WHAT NEXT. First it was a daffy-dill That used to make me swear, If Mississippi stole the clothes, What would Delaware? Then it was the old P, S. That came from Mr. Wad, But even this, with all its bliss Was finally undertrod. Then did they cry: Oh, Pm the Guy, But even this got sour. So they made up another lie. And yelled it by the hour, And now as I go down the street, Or if I'm in a hurry, I hear old maids, and young ones sweet, All shouting, I should worry! Page I8l Mildred Kennedy, Louise Phelan, and Grace Pierce sep- Q EXTTA LARGE ONE NEEDED. A five-cent mouse-trap, please, said Edna Worman, on her way to school, as she stopped at the grocery store. And quick, I want to catch a car. BRILLIANT ANSWERS IN HISTORY CLASSES. iShou'ing How Conversant Students Are With Present World Affairs and Prominent Pe1'sons.J JANE ADDAMS- Orchestra leader of J. Addams' Chorus. Wea1thiest woman in United States. LA FOLLETTE- Ran for Presidency on Prohibition ticket. Ran for Presidency on Democratic ticket. Politician and speaker of California. Was the Frenchman who helped the United States in the Revolutionary War. BURBAN K- Inventor of flowers and fruits. First to start grafting. A great propagator of plants. HIRAM JOHNSON- Vice-President elect. Our Vice-President. Vice-President with President Taft. BERNHARDT- Great 'violist' fvocalist?D Most noted soprano in World. GERTRUDE ATHERTON- Great actor. MULHOLLAND- Great actoressf' CHAMP CLARK- Repub1ican nomineefor President. One of the heads of Salt Lake R. R. CARNEGIE- President of Standard Oil Co. DEBS- GAYN OR- Mayor of Chicago. Page I 82 The Senior class of Manual Arts Would pass through floods or fiery darts, Ere they would miss a single day, Or from their studies stay away. So this sad tale, I now relate, fAlas, that such should be her fate lb Befell a maiden of our class As from the car she tried to pass. T'was pouring as it must have poured When Noah in his ark explored The mighty deep. Thes streets were lakes The telephone poles looked like stakes. The car moved on with cautious pace, CA sail boat had been more in placel. In front of Manual Arts it paused, And list the signal that it caused! A lovely maid, with stately mien, Arose, in hobbled gown of greeng Surveyed the scene in sheer airight. Then summoned courage to alight. In charming costume of the sea She might have Won. But the decree Of Fashion's foibles, coiffure, gown, Combined their weight to pull her down. But lo! a hero now appears- A gallant youth of tender years. From window ledge three stories high He leaps Without a fear or sigh. Page 183 He battles with the raging flood! He reaches where the maid once stood. Now she is seen, now lost to sight, And now, oh, joy! he holds her tight. With mighty stroke he bears her safe To Alma Mater's strong embrace, Where classmates true and teachers dear All do their best to soothe and cheer. The students and the faculty, too, Are grateful to the hero who Has saved to class the girl Who zrvmlfl not miss school for the world. HELEN B. HINE, A 12. W , fisgt be lf? :iii gl' vmx 'lv Ab . m. Page l 84 The College Norfolk --a suit of dull blue serge, belted, strapped and pocketed.-- --a suit that depends on cut and fabric--on a certain mannish set and swing for its smart- ness.-- --a suit planned especially for young girl's college wear.-- Several prices--unusually moderate all of them--at the J. W. Robinson Co. Broadway and Third Young Girl's Section Your World is at your finger- tips When you use THE HOMEPHONE The city's pleasures and conveniences, the city's protection against fire and burglary are yours. Your friends stand Waiting at your elbow. Homephone service is sure and quickano waits, no Wrong connections and absolute privacy. At a twist Of the Wrist. Home Telephone KL Telegraph Co., 716 S. Olive St. Contract Dept. 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Accounting, ,', Auditing,BuaineuI4w.atc.Preolras for the C.P.A.Exammatxonn in my lute. Name - f - ----------- 3, Mall coupon for our lrea booklel, Ten Years' Promulion Ill UM ', Tear ol! tho on-:non 'now-before you turn this page. Sign Address 1, your nnme,,Mall lt: Let thlslday mark n change for better, -' ------------------- as bigger things. 'l hm hook ls worth a dollnr of any mlill B s money. but it is tree to you while they lnst. ---,-,-..-----------,------------ .X LaSalle Extension University, Deal 16'ClIiClf0 X XVHOLESAIE CONFECTIONERS 30 36 I xsr For nrn Srm FT 0 IF l' 1 I1 L0 xNGFlP CAL SUN I-21' M IN S I6 GERSON-NIAYERS CANDY CO. EAT BELLCRESCE T GOODS MADE IN LOS ANGELES By KAI-IN BECK CO. 600 ALISO The Photos in This Book Were Made By Berry, Mitchell 8z Paxton View KL Commercial Photographers 431 S. Hill st. Room 283. Bring us your kodak Home Portraiture finishing. We give Views 20 pei' cent. discount Enlargimz ONES' BOOK STORE 226 W. FIRST ST, BOOKS BOUGHT, SOLD and EXCHANGED Stationary Uhr Jll'lurgzn1 515:11 Slgnppv ,iqilillrnrrg Qllmpurivrs 1'lL1u1wr :ll 2-lflg Strrrt qllna Pxngrlrs Humr 'zfilhnxxr 232851 All canned fruit used at Manual Arts preserved at the F. F. Stetson Cannery 325 N. Ave. 20 Announcement, The Egan School California's Leading Institution Entire Eighth Floor, Majestic Theater Faculty FRANK C. EGAN, Principal. PIANO: Brahn Van Den Berg Edith Lillian Clark Ann Etta Mayr VOCAL: Thomas Taylor Drill Stanley F. Widener VIOLIN: Adolf Tandler DANCING: Senora Matildita F ENCING: Richard Kruger DRAMA: Frank C. Egan, Alfred Allen, Wm. G. Colvin, Florence A. Dobin- son, Zoe Ballard Fuller, Maynard Lee Daggy. Barker Bros. Pianos Used' Season 1913-14 Music and Drama of Music and Dramatic Art Building, Broadway between Sth and 9th Important ON OR ABOUT NOV. IST THE EGAN SCHOOL, MUSIC AND DRAMA, WILL ENTER ITS MAGNIFICENT NEW HOME IN THE NEW EGAN BUILDING, ON FIG- UEROA ST., NEAR PICO, WHEREIN ALSO WILL BE LO- CATED THE LITTLE THEATRE, OF LOS ANGELES. COMPLETE AND SUMPTUOUS IN ALL ITS AP- POINTMENTS, COMPRISING TWENTY SPACIOUS STU- DIOS FOR TEACHING, RECEPTION AND RECITAL HALLS, READING, WRITING AND STUDY ROOMS, AM- PLE DRESSING AND RETIRING ROOMS, HALL FOR OPERATIC, DRAMATIC AND CONCERT PERFORM- ANCES, AND EQUIPPED WITH SOUND-PROOF WALLS, THE NEW EGAN SCHOOL TAKES F OREMOST RANK AMONG ALL SIMILAR INSTITUTIONS WEST OF CHI- CAGO. IDENTIFIED WITH THE SCHOOL WILL BE A BALL- ROOM, CONSTRUCTED UPON MAGNIFICENT LINES, A BEAUTIFUL SUNKEN GARDEN, AND AN ART GAL- LERY PROVIDED WITH NOVEL AND PERFECT LIGHT- ING EFFECTS. CONCERTS AND RECITALS BY MEMBERS OF THE FACULTY, AS WELL AS BY NOTED ARTISTS WHO VISIT THE WEST, WILL BE GIVEN IN BOTH THE LARGE HALL AND THE LITTLE THEATER DURING THE YEAR. THERE WILL ALSO BE A SERIES OF PUPILS' CONCERTS, RECITATIONS, PRESENTATION OF DRAMAS BY THE SCHOOL OF ACTING, ETC. FOR TERMS OF STUDY APPLY TO THE SECRETARY. PHONES: HOME 60371-MAIN 3357 111 Earn from S35 to 100 Weekly as a TRAFFIC MANAGER lllnclcrn transportation is at Jungle or routes and rates culling liKlI'Sl5t't'i1lllNlY, xx hu, like the pathfindersololcl, hilvc expert ktlnwleflge nf the ll'1Ilf.Y :gf I1 lrglit. llnw to runle shipments in nlnnin .vlm1'lf'.vl lHIft'U.L'l'1llld gun Aw! dr- ll2 l'l'lI'.Y :incl hnw to 4 1'u.wl'f1' goods to obtain ffm'-fait 7llfl'5'1ll'C two vital fzxctlws in busi- ness competition. The znnn who kNlIfl'.Y lmu' is so valuable to his employer that he cmnnuintls rewpect and big 1'emune1'z1tion. Big Salaries Paid fo Traffic Managers lixpvrt trnllie lnxtnngt-rs cmninunrl frfnn 542,500 tn ff25,llll0 zi. year. Why nut prepare yourself to hll uneof these lucrative pusitiuns? New and ul-'crowded Profession There are half at million lfzfjgr .vl11'fvfu'rs in the , Y United States. Pmcticnlly every one of them needs an expert trullif' innn, nnil this in-eil is ret'm:,x1lzetl as never helure Ixevaniseof therecent- ly emu-tell rqnli-lanl rule lziws :intl interiintet'rn11n1erL'e reuulxninns, 'l'l1enlenmml for trained 2l.IlLiSfHL'lS11L tmlllt- men is innny times greater than the supply. 7NIlUl l S roomforyau. Study Traffic and Interstate Cofnmel-fe Decide new tn become za. traffic ninn. Our Interstate Cnitiilieiu: Cnnrse enables you to study AT lll PM E, without leaving your mm-iipntinii or sawrilicing present inmnne, :nnl In ln-vmne tlmrnuyzhly versell :ind prnll.-it-nt in the sfratrgy of shippimg, invludim: mutt-ra null vids-ilil-ntiune. iixtorstatm- i-mnlin-i'cl- rnlt-fa :intl rm-unlnl mn-. 1-tv, 'l'lm ilnatriil-limi is gin-n In smut- ul' ilu- luupu-st trzxlii- nmnznzi-rs ln ml..-L-...,..l. rl 'rh.- t-.lui-w is .-My to lmtspltnll thoruuxzhl mea tu-nl. Any --mv xs ith nrnlinnry ivltx-lligznflinw, with reusonaihllu up- plicaliun, can master this new prol'us:iiun. Ten Years' Promotion 21- Une Only trained men will ln- entrusted in the futnrl- xi ith tho- vxpt-mliturunl nnllinnaof dnllurx eluilp for l'ri-mln, vhnrgun. Wo 4-nn Llmrnmxllly 1.r.nn you fnr this uork Lhrollgh Nunn- ui the hind- gvsm trulliv men in the country. Any nnv u ith nvvrangl- nlnility 1-nn qunlify. VVhymlun'l ynn lu-gin tori n 'Z WU- will mfnrl vnu xl vnlimhle lmukln-t, 'l'I'.N YEARS' i'nnmn'i'1nN IN ami. ul u full mrvitmll-I--4, wttil-mint-X, I..-ml.-. in-aw .ww fur me w.,....,ta-,..i,.,.,k and1Allp:u'llculAns. 11111111l11111111111i 111111111111111111111111111111.1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 CUUPUN LaSalle Extension Univrrslty DOIN- 1 0. Chicago, Ill. I nm lnt:-rush-il in thi- nn-xi' nruh-sniun-'l'r:uHin- Mainzugn-inn-ntl, Pluume Sm-ml nm l'ull inl'nrnmiil-n :uni 'l'l'nfhn' Hunk. mlm. Ten Yours' Promuliun in Une. fri-xl ul' all vu-t. Na m 0 011-zlpulimz , ,,, , ,, , ,,,,,,, W rite Athi:-usuun Un- Murgin I'lnmly. Hoe ee's g swell camping goods make vaca- tion trips delightful. CLOTHING, FOOTWEAR, EQUIPMENT. 138-140-142 South Main St. It is rumored that Christopher Columbus used a Rand McNally map. Do you? Rand McNally Sz Company Belford McNally Co., Ag'ts. 455 S. Olive Los Angeles, California Norfolk Suits for Spring and Summer Correct and distinctive styles for out- ing or business wear. The Norfolk is gaining popularity on account of its smartness and the comfort it af- fords, and this season will be more than ever in vogue among well- dressecl men. Our models are au- thentic copies of the latest English styles. Knox Hats, Cross Leather Goods, and Cloves. Holeproof Hosiery. Maud BROADWAY .af SIXTH HOME PRODUCTS WEST AMERICAN RUBBER COMPANY 400-432 N. AVE. 19 Manufacturers of Rubber Goods You are invited to watch the process of washing, drying and curing the rubber from the raw state as we receive it from the plantation to the fin- ished product in the shape of tubing, bulbs, packing, washers, etc. Rubber specialties made to your specifications. Beach and Country Trips Piano and Furniture Moving WILCOX MOTOR TRANSFER co. Sightseeing cars for ' 'rooters' clubs and evening or hay ride parties 521-529 SAN PEDRO ST. Main 522 Geo. Petermann. Mgr. F6143 The T. V. Allen Co. Class Pins, Rings, Medals Dance Programs, Class Stationery and Engraved Cards. 419 Laughlin Bldg., 315 S. Broadway James Webb Co. 100 engraved cards and plate in latest Tiffany script to any Manual Arts Students bring- ing this ad. and 51.50. 312 West Ninth Street olf 8: ean The Full Dress Men We Rent High Grade Full Dress and Tuxedo Suits Suite 512 Mason Bldg. Phone F-2316 4th and Bdwy Los Angeles FOR PURITY AND FLAVOR BRADFORD' BREAD Baked in The White Enameled Bakery i A True Stor from Real Life .. -Z This young West Virginian climbed over this imaginary mountain from Stenographer and N the Erst day of anuary of this year a young man eft the service of one of thelargestcoalcompanies in the State ol West Virginia and came to Chin-ago to take charge of one of the most important departments in the LaSalle Extension University. The young man was formerly Assistant to the Uhief Coun- sel for the above-mentioned coal c-ompuny: his position was indeed an important one for B. man of his age 1311. As he was getting ready to leave for Chit-ago,on last New Year's eve. he called his stenmgrapher into his private otlice to tell hun good-bye. The stenoarapher is also a young man. are 85. and the parting ol' these two young men lthey hnviuiformerly been old schoolmates! was so touching t nt it brought tears to lhe eyes of both of them.. For several minutes they stood there in that private ollice where they ad so pleasantly worked side by side, czwh graspingthe nthe-r's hand. both so much overs-omo from the thouugt of separation that neither could utter a. wor . Finally the stenographer swallowed the lump in his throat and began to talk. He said: You don't know how sorryl am to see you leaving, but I am mighty proud to know that you are stepping into that good Bookkeeper to Lawyer. Look at me ! fm now thirty-five yearsoldandldorft know how to do a thing in the world except to pound that oldtype- writer for ten hours a day and for a salary per month ofa great deallenthan you make In a week. It ian't as ifl had not had the same onportunity as you have had. We graduated from Business College together jult twelveyears ago, but look at ul today. You studied law at night while I was out hlowing in the money that lworkedfordur- mg the day and now you are a lawyer and gan easily make S5, 000 a year and make If a great deal more ealib than I make my little S960 a year. Having a good time and wasting your money and physical energy at night after leaving the nllice is all right as Ong it lasts but lt eannot possibly last long. A mun does not x-my young always, and such a courm- has ln-en tn me at e frightful sacrlfir-e of my physical und men- tal ability ns we-Il as mv business und financial opportunities. In other word-1. my reckomn day has already vome and I am beginning to feel the sting ol' my gross mistake. Good bye, old man. And remember, there is at least one man bauk here in old West Virginia who will watvh iour rapid progress :ag position out fh0l'6 Will! tim' bis: University in and your sure success without nourndginu you ' to Ulllf'lir-!0- Bun Wllbj Sh0uldn't y-1'l he :lhle to your f-urirnnmcnts in your nm-w iii-ld. 'Thi-re is : as gg-gp lvo a ,hug maid 1iwu're prenaredh for calf: one taxing I f--isla anflthut infguathl 'hid y-vu? 5 it. ou ave a ie common u-rse i ity ' n y mr e : tra: 1 -. : i li I : 'Q sense flllfihg all 01950 PHS! Y ?H 4 to keep :nit poiiudinig the 'line-vrilit-ri'L'fnr S841 pier. : ',, studying and -tpreipgrini yourself for bye, and good lui-k to you. : Efggfnn X an oppomm' y ' 8 'R' To make along story short, this same I ' - 's young man fthe one who is now a lawyerl is : 'ss today 4183.000 ageiir nian.laurl ho says it's all duo Q I ' to his iaving an enoug 1 common sense to sex' I Depg,163 st. W the aulvtintauo nf Rlilldll1El2l.W at night instead ol' : qend me a hee is l-utlug ou the streets. I Wm or the ynlinfzfs, will bring the story of this young m:1n's early struggles in 2 lmf'f:c'i..Ycj5'Qpg:lEQ',:n- 'Q obtainmgalegaleduvatiou. He will point out to you zz better : motion in om... and 'ss way to become a lawyer than the one which was open to him He l hu,-0 him writ., nu. all s null -liolvyoulmw much more f-.wiv law can be mastered now th.in ir I about how I may qualily as 'Q L-ou'-l be a I' -W yours :nga il hen he lv-gan. Hu will also send you ix fv-vo : gt lawyer, 'g copy --f I1islwok.'t'l'l n Yi-urs' Promotion in Om-. This hook is worth . ',, u dollar of any man's money, but it is FREE while they last. I 5 . . . . : Name Vrfr ns LaSalle Extension University, Dept. 163 Chicago u S - '- : 'Ss We also olfercnurses which preuars you as- TRAPFIC MBNAGER. PUBLIC ACl30llllT- . Alhlrcw Q. MIT lil. P. LJ. BUGlxllEEPEll. BUSINESS MANAGER. CURRESPUNDENT. 5......-.-iLJAl-LIi.-ALL.L.IL-.L.iL-...'v . ,- Manual Arts Pupils Should be supplied with agood foun- tain pen. We have the best pen made in the MARSHALL For ONE DOLLAR We carry the drawing instruments adopted by all the high schools and colleges in Southern California. See us for pastel crayons, drawing pencils, inks and students composition books, stationery, picture frames, engraving, artists' material, leather goods. Special Attention To the School Trade! Sanborn Vail Sz Co. 718 South Broadway Established 1887 26 Years in Busines All Bills not Paid at thu Store will be Subject to Cash on Delivery ALBERT CO1-IN GROCER MAIN STORE 215-219-221 S. Main St. Phones: Home 10664. Sunset Main S53 STORE NO. 2 Cor. Washington and Flower Sts. Phones: Home 24145. Sunset West 100 Telephones: Home F 5871 Sunset Main 4464 F ischer's Costuming Co. Theatrical and Masquerade Costumes Brauer Bldg., 345-347 S. Spring St. Amateur Productions a Specialty HOME 10573 MAIN 7724 Los Angeles Creamery Co. Dairy Products Pasteurized Milk and Cream :: The products of our own farms Butter, Ice Cream Special guaranteed milk. Its production safeguarded in every possible way. The new health drink FER-MIL-LAC, a fresh milk fermented by Bulgarian culture. WE DELIVER TO ALL PARTS OF CITY Offices: 1120-1200 TOWNE AVE. Los ANGELES, CAL. WANTED-HIGH SCHOOL GRAD- urte who is a good stenographer :mil bookkeeper. Salary 3125.00 per month. Are you capable of filling this position? lf not, why not? Advertise in the daily papers for a stenographer or book- keeper, salary 36.00 per week, and you will have dozens of applicants for the place: but advertise every day as above, and rarely, if ever, will you have one single answer. Why is this so?-simply because all competent persons are in good paying positions as soon as they are ready for them. We have more calls for competent help every clay than we can possibly fill. You may hear persons say, why l know of several stenog- raphers who are out of a job. We say, NO, YOU DO NOT! ln the first place, ARE THEY STENOGRAPHERS? Did they finish the course? Did they receive their diplomas? Can they read their shorthand notes? Can they spell? Can they write a good letter? ARE THEY ACCURATE IN WHAT THEY DO? If not, they ARE NOT stenographers, and never were. A six months' course in the l-lOl..l..lV1AN BUSINESS COL- LEGE is a fit preparation for just such positions as the one in the advertisement reproduced above. Better think this over, then call and see us about it. Yours for Success, Hollman Business College 1017 So. Figueroa St. Phones: Home 54021, Broadway 2560 ARE YOU A LEADER? Have You Ever Considered complete a Grammar School course? complete a High School course? complete a College course? complete a Professional course? of the latter opportunities are the That 80 per That 10 per That 2 pei That 1 pei Those cent cent of young people of young people of young people of young people who avail themselves natural leaders of the age. A leader is one who serves. suffering humanity and increasing their efhciency. The best tool in your hands for such service is Osteopathy. Osteopathy is a system of treating sick people which is based upon the clearest possible recognition of the condition of the patient's body and the causes of disease. The Pacific College conceives: The true osteopath to be the true physician, one who must be fitted to do the best thing possible under every conceivable circumstance of human suffering. Osteopathic candidates for a license to practice take the same examinations on the same subjects at the same time and place as the Medical candidates. Osteopathy is reasonable, safe, sane, and scientific and offers the best Field today to the physician. The Flexner Report on Medical Education in the United States gives The Pacific College better rank than fifty per cent of the Allopathic Colleges and better than any of the Eclectic or Homeopathic Colleges. ' cent ' cent The best service is giving relief to 'l'hn- l'xu-lllc Follc-gre nf Osh-nputhy Gives thorough instruction in all b1'anches of Medicine, necessary for the education of the modern physician in the work of preventing dis- ease and treating the sick. These facts are worth considering. For further information address The Pa cific College of Osteopathy Form-r of Mission lhuul and Dnly St.. lmu huge-le-N, l'nI. . Oy ': vtfifi.. i tt? .riff E X . TQWQJTQRR iii THE , V N can ' OL Tia . : fiiiiclr' T 1 fi? 'ii I T if-' f .P T. 5 Corner!! ggi :gn 513111 sts. ' ' 223 M50 a'ndl23li 595654515 Also Propri etors Troy Shirt 8: Collar Store 223 W. 5th St HOLD S the EINS You Can Ea Q Man V-Q39 Holds the Reins at 55,000 a Year Tha! everyone wanls to succeed ia, ofcourse, self-evident. Every man must realize that some day he will become olcl. Will he enjoy the sunset of life in comfort and ease or alla llit be stamped with the blot offailure, ifnot actualpenury and want? Reflect on this. , 4. Y . . Demand for 'rralned Men President james., of the L mversity of Illinois, was asked if there was any demand from business houses for vollt-ge-bred men. His reply was: The demand has horn far in oxve-s ofthe supply sine-e courses in business administration we-re established in our institution seven years ago. Each year has brought many more requests than we have men to recommend . Ten yearn ago President James would have been ridiculed for advancing this new idea for the establishment of a. sc-hnol of commerce in connection with a university. Men trained in the theory. practice. and administration of business will always occupy the best positions and will always command the greatest salaries, Failures Due to Lack of Busmeg Training W, ,,f,,,,,,,,,,C,,,,,,,, A friend once told us that he inquired of the manager of a winch prepare for house einployinig some 300 traveling mon how many salesmen they had. Lawyef, 'l'he manager replied, 'l'hrt'e. 0ur friend asks-d, How's that? I P A was told your force of traveling men numbers nearly 300. Ah, that U lc eco'-Infant: is quite diiferr-nt, replied the manager: vie have 297 traveling men. KC. P, AJ but only three salesmen. Bookkeeper Someone has said. There are-three kinds of people in the worl-I T ff- M ' -the Uantis, thi- NVont'e. niid the is Illia d'1he iirsa l'ail at ovoaything: E ra ec anlgerv the see n o 11050 everyt iing: t ie ir sm-1-ve at every: i ,I I would ziilel ll lolirth kinrl-tho larizveit vlass of all-the l1on't grxjus, ' xpert orrespondent' the Ohfwhal's-the-use, It Dneswl Interest Mr- sort of people. Their name is legion: their fault in lack ofcorgfidence. 'I'hese words are addressed to the cooling xteneration of business men of America, and this designation ilu-Inuit-s the -bunker and his clerks, Lliefarmer an-l his sons, the lawyer and the law student. llliijinunciver and the man u ho sollu bands, and stacks, thi- merchant anvl the grocer .-p11::up-1 clerk, the accountant and the boolclfeeper the manager and his assrstanl, and every amf : 5, bitwus yoimg man of the Twentieth dentury type looking for-uarvl l0 the pursuit of g Lasalle 5, any business, trade, or occupation. g , s . . 1 l . . . : EXf 1 ? '-. wll3f is the Remedy? lii,'3.'?.-l5 S'.l!1iil'.'E Il'fZ?fTlSL 'i.'i.li',.lll1l I Unlvgrglty 's 1' 1 U world. We have perfei-te-l one of tho : ', greatest and most systematic courses Of commercial training that has ever . Dept. 166' Chicago 5,5 been oiered. It covers the following vital subjects thoronghlgrz : ss Money, Banking and Insurance. Transportation. . Please send your book, g Investment: and Speculation. Trade and Commerce. Q l'f-uh! ears Promotion in ', Bulineu-Law and Legal Forma. Advertising and Saleomnnuhip Q Une- and full vglrrwulnrs X Accoununs. U Auditing and can Accounting. . about your qourse in Business ', Business Organization and Management. : Anluiinlstrzltlon. 'E Business Economic: and Manufacturing. . S, Tm distinct and important subjects covered by len : is separate 'uotum s of text, each wrilten by an erpwrl. - , 5 V 'II h ' f Il t' l . q lvuml , . ss Tae Attached Coupon ,Z15.,,,J1'l,'f, f,,,,'gfQ',?5,f,',21j : 1, alioafrue cn v ofa-ir hook '-T.-11 Yearu' Pmmnmm in ow ' . 5 Thu in n.- Eook is Worth a dolmaruny man's money. mn it is l 55 free to you while they last. Q 1 n u n ' A1111 fm H .---.-.. A. . . W 4 . ............. .. X LaSalle Extension Universl De 166 chica o E s ' bn..11an.-I..-pp1-111-111-u.u....q.........f A-.gig 7 A J in r ,,' , lids! - , if fm Wifi' C Ag K ' W -. ,- x- t . 1 C v, 1 fr X ' A Y R N-vw., Say, Bill! How do I look in one of Logan's Derbies? You surely are a bird in that hat. I'm glad you also Logan Customer. Everybody's buying there. When are mentionedl never think of anybody but Logan. should know, because that's all he sells. LOGAN, THE HATTER Two Splendid Stores 628 So. Broadway 337 So. Spring are a Hats He ffifff.4i401 MANUAL ARTISANS, ATTEN , Functionsg Furnish Punch: Rent IQIM Sets, etc. A Box of Pin-Ton Chocolates Ma Most Acceptable Graduation Prese 427 South Broadway We Do Catering for Class and S TION ociety Punch kes A nt. Home A 1100 Broadway 3609 Wreden Market Company 1 158 South Main Street Jobbers and Retail Dealers in All Kinds of Meat, Groceries and Provisions Butter and Eggs LOS ANGELES, CAL. Book Exchange Students' Friend Manual Novelties With a Manual Twang if lllll il hli A Complete Line of Books Stationary, Pillows, Pins, Pennants, and Fobs Room 232 Cuts in this Book were made by 1 A mic - '11-1. 19 111 ffl FSE in lu 11, P' 1.I nf ful llmmw, Wm , Equlpped hPlIIu5Tre.I1o1zg 11711115 I x , . 4 1 1 ooh are 5PCk'HFlZYlS I 4 r o1Our Work nk OUR AH- Deparfmerff Qeajfes Dl5JfiT2Q'-TIVQ JOY' mal Q51 VZ5for NIE 1 1 . 1 1 An E2 R1 6 P11512 13s1s:J1f:m 1100, 1215. 111111111 e5LEg51121111sA2g,f?21zQ1161113 and 316112265 52111101111 and Embosslng D1e15. of'Hm 1817261 ghdllty- - - 5b.n'DiQg0 -.5 Calif! .1 T '51 1 - ' Y ff I1 ' Machinery Sz Electrical Co ENGINEERS POWER PLANTS, MACHINERY, HEATING AND VENTILATING OO 44 351-353 North Main St. , W K The fact that I am the official photographer for the publications of the following schools speaks for itself: University of Southern California, College of Law College of Liberal Arts College of Dentistry Manual Arts High School Los Angeles High School Polytechnic High School, Summer Class Los Angeles College of Osteopathy Westlake School for Girls Harvard Military School State Normal School Young Men's Institute The grade of work given them merits their hearty satisfaction, and renders every one a booster for WltZCl Portraits that Please 811 S. Hill Street, Los Angeles Beach and Country Trips Piano and Fumature Moving WILCOX MOTOR TRA NREER COMPANY Sight-seeing Cars for 'Routers' Cluds' and Evening or Hay-ride Par!ies S. E. Car. San Pedro and 3rd Sts. Main 522 Ceo. Peterman, Mgr. 7-6143 To Manfval Arts, with the Com- pliments of a steadfast friend. C. M. Staub Shoe Co. 336 South Broadway Los Angeles, 2al. How do you select your life work? High School students are vharac- terized by ambition for a. high type of life They are equipped for su- perior things. The best profession is that which tills two requirements C11 Which gives the largest serv- ice to humanity. 121 NVhich is so compensated its to render the individual rinaneiiilly in- dependent in middle life Physiciztns in general are well vompensated. but there is one M. IJ. for every 400 people in American. There is but one Osteopathic phy- sician for every 25,000 people in this country. Moreover. Los Angeles College of Osteopathy includes in its course every study given in the best ineiiit-:Ll colleges, excepting.: less material-niedica and more of nz1ture's methods of treat- in'-nt, Under the new law this institution will mzttriculate in September its last three-yesrr c-lass,-Athew-n,ftei', four years with one year premedicztl. Investigate by visiting the insti- tution and its Classes. Illustrated catalog: and souvenir on application. LOS .KNGELICS lI0l.Ll'IGE 0F 0S'I'E0l'.VI'Hl'. Hurry ll. Forbes. Pres. A. I1. Shaw, Secretary 321 S. Hlll St., Opposlte Yllle de Paris. Antngrapha Qe0,Z, fZ up fMZ'1 'fQ2A 'LM V fd ff f fy X