Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

Text from Pages 1 - 182 of the 1923 volume:

LIBHARY OF UARY BALDWIN COLLEGE FASHIONS CHANGE BUT - THE yf ' vi ■ ' - C - .- , y - y c .: GOAL REMAINS THE SAME NOT TO BE HALTED. i.2 661 m ILUESTOCHCEI Published by THE SENIOR LITERARY SOCIETY Mary Baldwin Seminary Staunton, Virginia 1922-1923 Q o the Spirit of Mary Bdldipin Ql IDhose all preuading influence is a light on the path of life, iphose helpful guidance shouts us the u;ay to true u;omanhood and to the fulfillment of higher ideals and under u;hose direc tion u;e haue striuen for the clear thinks ing and honest action for u;hich this school has stood, and u;ill stand foreuer and a day — to this spirit of our school u;e giue thanks. j:, y (c OREIPORD Ql J[l this lime u hen our school is carrying out long cherished hopes, it is the priuilege of the uAnnudl StaJ of 1923 to serue. It is our desire that this bLUESTOCKinq of ' 23 may proue an assistance to the u illing hands that u;ill take ouer our task, and u;e hope that in the years to come this book u;ill bring back pleasant memories of school days spent in ipork and frolic. Perhaps u;e haue failed in our aim, for often our goals are euen too high, but u;e u;ill haue suc ceeded in our purpose if you deriue little bits of pleasure from this BLUESTOCKinq, and if you think it u?orthy of our school. • To Miss Alma Eugenia Montgomery our guide, counselor, and friend, who has cheered or chastened as the case required, but who has never failed to listen to our woes or to start us, again face forward, on the upward path of life do we dedicate the BLUESTOCKING OF 1923 ,--— 0Y | Main V ■■ V 1 fil 11 wrj. ■ - • r - Pg T !!fc .- •- . ' fl H Hill Top board of Trustees MARY BALDWIN SEMINARY (Under control of Mary Baldwin College) Rev. a. M. FRASKK, D. D.. 1-1- D.. PRESIDENT Judge J. M. QUARLES, SECRETARY Hon. WILLIAM H. LANDES, TREASURER ARISTA HOGE. Hon. WILLIAM H. LANDES, JAMES B. RAWLINGS, M. D.. JAMES A. FULTON. D. GLENN RUCKMAN, Hon. ROBERT F. HUTCHESON. JAMES N. McFARLAND, HENRY D. PECK, JAMES H. BLACKLEY, SAMUEL V. SOMERVILLE, Hon. HUGH B. SPROUL, Hon. J. MITCHELL WOODS, Hon H. ST. GEORGE TUCKER, JOHN M. SPOTTS, Judge T- M. QUARLES, Rev. a. M. FRASER, D. D.. LL. D.. W. S. RHOADS, CHARLES B. HANCOCK, J. G. VENABLE. D. D., w. J. McMillan, d. d., EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE Rev. a. M. FRASER, D. D., LL. D. JAMES N. McFARLAND, HENRY D. PECK, Hon. WILLIAM H. LANDES, Judge J. M. QUARLES, ♦Deceased. Officers and Teachers MARIANNA P. HIGGINS, principal Rev. a. M. FRASER, D. D., LL. D., chaplain WILLIAM WAYT king, BUSINESS MANAGER EFFIE JOSEPHINE BATEMAN, SECRETARY TO THE PRINCIPAL MINNIE L. McGUINNITY, SECRETARY TO THE BUSINESS MANAGER LITERARY DEPARTMENT EDITH LATANE, A. B., Goucher College, HISTORY, PSYCHOLOGY ( COLLEGIATE) NORA BLANDING FRASER, A. B., Cornell University Graduate Work at Cornell University and The University of Chicago, HISTORY MAin ' Sril.l ' .S. A. 1 ' ... Ml. llolyokc, sriiSTITl ' TK IN MATHEMATICS ( COI.I.Kc ; I ATK ) Second Semester X ' IRCIXI A W ATSOX SWI ' IZKK. A, 1 ' ,. Cornell I ' )ik ' crsil ' , MATHEMATICS ( COI.I.IK ;l ATE ) I ' l.ORA STUART. ■) ' . .v.. I ' cih-licrs ' College. Columbia I ' niversity. A. M.. Columbia University. ENC.LISH ( COI.LECIATE ) IAR ' FREI.IXGHUYSEX HURLKURT, A. M. Welle sley College. PHYSICAL SCIENCES ANTOINETTE BILLAXT, B. S., C A. P. Lcs Loges, St. G ermain-en-Layc , Eeole Pr.imairc Superieure, Quimperle, Brciiau College. A. B.. FRENCH IDYLLErTE BATTE, A. B., Cuifer.s-ity of Alabama. Cradnate St-udent of the I ' niversity of Chicago. SPANISH, ITALIAN, AND FRENCH ALMA E. xVKJXTGOMERY, Student at Columbia University, Student at University of Virginia. Student at Biblical Seminary. Ne7 ' York City. THE ENGLISH BIBLE ELLEN GORDON CALDWELL, Graduate of S. W . Virginia Seminary, Student of University of the South, LITERATURE AND RHETORIC MARIE EDNA TIMBERLAKE, A. B., Goucher College, LITERATURE AND RHETORIC FANNIE BARTH STRAUSS, Graduate of Mary Baldzvin Seminary, Student at Uniz ' ersity of I ' irginia and the Unh ' ersity of Chieago. LATIN NINA PRICE, Graduate of Mary Baldzvin Seminary. Student at Columbia Unii ' ersity. MATHEMATICS MARY LOU BELL. Graduate Mary Baldwin Sejninary, MATHEMATICS AND LATIN INDIA OVERTON WHITE, Graduate State Normal School, Farmville. Virginia. PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT MARY CAROLINE EISENBERG, Student Mary Baldicin Seminary, Graduate State Normal School, Harrisonburg. Virginia. PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT MARGARET B. BARTENSTEIN. Ringivood Seminary, HISTORY AND ENGLISH JAMKS L. TEiMI ' Ll ' rroX. I ciiiHcloii ' s Bitsincxs School. i;i)C)KKIiKI IX(; MRS. FRANK L. V OL ' XT, (Graduate I iiiisiiwrc Business Callcgc. Postcjraduatc Cross Eclectic School of Shorthand. Monrovia. Cal, SHORTHAND AND TYPEWRITING IIET.EX S. P. WIIJ.IAMSOX, iinidiiiitc ill Ji.ifrcssiun at Mary Baldwin Seminary. I ' RESIDINC, TEACHER ■ ABHIE MORRISON McFARLAND, Graduate of Mary Baldwin Seminary. LIBRARIAN DEPARTMENT OF EXPRESSION MILDRED LUCILLE PECAUT, A. B., Morningsidc College. Graduate Curry School of E.vt ression. EXPRESSION ART DEPARTMENT GERTRUDE ELLEN MEYER, Graduate Marvland Institute of Art and Design. Pupil of Ephraim Kcyscr. Rineliait School of Sculpture, Student under Arthur W. Dow at Columbia University, Student at Johns Hopkins University, Fine Arts Department. DRAWING, PAINTING. DESIGN, ILLUSTRATION, CHINA DEPARTMENT OF DOMESTIC SCIENCE AND ARTS LYDIA DODGE MORSE. Normal Graduate of Boston Cooking School, Columbia University, COOKING AND SEWING DEPARTMENT OF MUSIC C. F. W. EISENBERG, Royal Couscrz ' atory. Lcipsic. DIRECTOR PIANO. ORGAN. HARMONY. AND HISTORY OF MUSIC WILMAR ROBERT SCHMIDT. Royal Conservatory, Lcipsic, PIANO AND ORGAN MARTHA PIGNOL. Pupil of Adele Lczving, New York City. Professors Ernest Jedlicska and Willichn Khiltc. Stern Conservatory. Berlin. PIANO MH IAM HURIN WEAVER. Pupil of Marcian Thalbcrg, Cincinnati Conservatory. Jsador Philipp, Conservatoire National, Paris. PIANO WILMAR ROBERT SCHMIDT. Royal Conservatory, Leipsic, VIOLIN AND ORCHESTRA NORMA SCHOOLAR, Pupil of Mme. Garrigue Mott and Signor Sapio, New York, H of kapellmeister Richard Lowe, Berlin. ' OICE PKARLE KIESTER, Mary Bahlii ' in Seminary, I ' lipil of Miiw. Lronorali Rcidc, Washington, D. C, and Signor Luiyi Parisotti, N.cw York, VOICE GERTRUDE L. EDMONDSON, SUPERVISOR OK PRACTICE DEPARTMENT OF PHYSICAL TRAINING I ' RISCH-LA CONARD BONES, Graduate Central Seliool of Hygiene and Physical Education, Ne-M York City, PHYSICAL TRAINING HOME DEPARTMENT LUCY BELL EDMONDSON, MATRON LUCY C. WALKER, HOUSEKEEPER LIZZIE ROBINSON, ASSISTANT HOUSEKEEPER LYTLE PARKINS CRAWFORD, ASSISTANT HOUSEKEEPER ANNIE P. HODGSON, R. N., Graduate of The Retreat for the Sick, Richmond, Va. INFIRMARY KENNETH BRADFORD. M. D., PHYSICIAN Order Seniors Juniors Publications Clubs and Organizations uAthletics Literarij IDork Statistics Jokes Directorij uAduertisements Miss HuiciNS WINTER • he rHistory of ODarij dldipin iX THE suinmei- of 1842 the Revfixiid Rufus W. Bailey came to Staunton witli a j reat scheme in his mind, that of estahlish- ing a school for voiing ladies. So it w. ' is he sought the actiuaintancc and advice of Presbyterian ministers in tliis old, aristocratic, Virginia town ; advice wdiich resulted in the estab- lishment of the Augusta Female Seminary. It was his desire and purpose to afford the means of a thorough literary and christian education to I lie oung women in the surrounding country, and with the coming of the red and vellow leaves, came the opening of this institution of learning, conducted for some months in the upper rooms of a frame house. But the friends of the new under- taking had greater visions and owing to their interest and efforts, the corner stone of the first Seminary building was laid June .15. 1844. Mr. Bailey i.ssued at commencement of this ear the names of the sixty pupils enrolled and among them was that of lVlar - JuHa I ' .aldwin. Little did they or she dream what an im- l)ortant part she would pla - in years to come in the advancement and development of this school. And so the school flourished and grew in prestige and in favor with all under the leadership of the beloved Reverend Francis McFarland as President and Reverend Rufus W. Bailey as Principal. And Father Time con- tinued to form davs and nights, months and years, and still the progress of this institution was great and never failing, and the standard grew higher with the changing of the times. Then there came a period when the yearly routine was broken l)y the conflict which is still remembered in the hearts of Northerners and Southerners. By the summer of 1863 every school in the town had been closed because of the distrac- tions of the war. But it was in the fall of 1863, midst the roar of cannon, and the tramp, tramp of the soldier boys that the Misses Baldwin and McClung undertook to continue the running of the Augusta Female Seminary. After trouble everywhere in obtaining supplies, even more came in keeping them. However, these little Seminary maidens with their crinoline skirts had bright eyes and bright ideas too; and if only you could hear of all their places far hiding provisions! When the cry The Yankees was heard many barrels of flour disappeared and many dainty dressing tables appeared. But alas, there were more l)arrels than rooms and a Union Officer received quite a shock when he chanced to spy one deathlv pale little lady pretending sickness in her bed of flour. However, many of their clever brave little plans aroused no suspicion and this flour made bread, not onlv for hungry school girls, but also for those wounded soldiers Iving sick and suffering in the hospitals. Surely, it was natural that those girlish hearts beat faster at the sight of those lads in gray with their tar- nished braid and battered buttons. Thus with never failing cheerfulness these maidens bore their deprivations gladly, and so passed the few hard years of our Civil War. One eflfect of the war was to bring the people of the Southern .States nearer together and many pupils from various other states attended the Seminary during the session of 1865-6. From that time on pupils have been attracted from Northern and Western as well as Southern States. In 1895 the name of this place of learning was changed from that of the Augusta Female Seminary to one which means more to us, that of Mary Baldwin Seminary, in recognition of the remarkable and devoted service Miss Baldwin had rendered to this school. Two years later the institution lost a true and faithful friend, and one greatly beloved, for after nearly half a century of suc- cessful labor, Mary Julia Baldwin passed to her rest on July 1, 1897 in the sixty- eighth year of her life. It was then that Miss Weimer was appointed principal and Mr. King business-manager. Under the leadership of these two wise and efficient persons the school made great strides forward. Mr. King is still the respected and beloved business-manager and due to his never ceasing interest and skillful management many great improvements have been brought about. During Miss Weimar ' s administration, in 1916, Mary Baldwin Seminary became a junior College, and as the years rolled by it continued to advance in standards, influence, and size. Now the Seminary occupies the sunny slope of one of Staunton ' s great hills, and is carrying out long cherished aims under the two who hold such a big place in our hearts. Miss Higgins and Mr. King. Many even now hardly realize the great work that our principal has accomplished. She not only brought the standard of the Junior College to an exceedingly high level, but it is her great interest and diligent labor, added to that of Dr. Fraser, our distinguished Pres- ident, which has made it possible to offer a four-year college course to next year ' s students. The burden of this great undertaking has fallen in great measure on Miss Higgins ' shoulders. Often we wonder how she has been able to carry on the daily tasks of the Seminary and at the same time manage so skillfully and gladly the additional work. It is because of the thorough, honest and high literary and moral standard, which have marked the school under her leadership, that the Board of Trustees and the President are able to establish the Mary P al(hvin College. — Laura Vauc.hax. AIr. King Senior Class Roll Officers President ' Elsie Tones Vice-President Mary Goodloe Billings Secretary and Treasurer Douglas Sl ' mmeks Members Mary Goodloe Billings . Evelyn Carpenter Carolyn Eagle Marguerite Edgar Frances Gotten Mary Lilly Hearne Elsie Jones Gladys Parker Douglas Summers Pauline W ' eller Miss Flora Stuakt senior class patron Motto Carpc diem Flower Wisteria Colors Pilack and White ELSIE JONES Neu; Bern, North Carolina After tlii ' L-e sessions at the Seminary, Elsie graduates this vear in tlie academic department. Ahnost any girl in schoiil will tell vou how attractive and witty she is. and her numerous activ- ities testify to her popularity. She is president of the Athletic Asso ciation, president of the Senior Class, and a member of the Yellow Basketball Team. It goes without saying that Elsie will surelv be missed next year. UAR ] qOODLOE blLLlNQS Seqmour, Indiana Mary Goodloe, vict ' -presidenl (if ihe Senior Class, graduates with about the highest record in school. Her ability to carry five or six subjects and make such good grades in them each year is truly remarkable. Ever bodv admires her not only for her good scholarship, but for her charming personality and her sweetness. She is president of the Y. W. C. A., an office that is considered one of the highest in school. DOUQLAS SUMMERS Abingdon, Uirqinia Besides being a graduate in tlie collegiate department, Douglas is president of the Latin Club, secretary and treasurer of the Senior Class, and recording secretary on the Y. W. C. A. Cab- inet. She is small in stature, but in no other way, for you can depend on Douglas to put things through. You can be sure. too. that you will have a good time when she is in the crowd, for her sense of humor is so decided that you will thoroughly enjoy every minute of the time. QLADIJS PARKER Raphine, Uirqinia Gladys is one of our two graduates in voice. Can she sing? Well, rather ! She ' s small, but she has a large and truly wonder- ful voice, one that she ' s glad to use at any time, for our enjoy- ment. She is called on to sing very often, too but our pride in her should prevent her from ever tiring. ' e ' re glad to say that she is from Marv Baldwin. EUEL1]N CARPENTER Couinqlon, Uirqinia Evelyn has the distinction of heing the cjnly violin graclnate this year, and the fifth violinist to graduate from Mary Baldwin. She is tall and slender, with hair that is more auburn than red. and so pretty that we enjoy watcliing her as she plays as well as listening to her music. MARlj LILLIJ REARM E Albemarle, North Carolind Mary Lilly has been at the Seminary for four years, during which time she has finished her preparatory school work and also piano. She graduates in piano this year. In all of her years here she has gone quietly about, but not too quietly to have won our admiration for her steadfastness and reliability. PAULINE IDELLER Staunton, Uirqinia I ' olly is our other voice graduate, and we are just as proud of her. She can do lots of other things though, besides sing, as you will see if you ever know her. The luain attraction about her is herself, and that ' s saying enough, for she is so attractive and popular that she hardly has time to do all those things she can do. FRANCES qOTTEN Memphis, CTennessee Frances finishes in piano after only two years at Mary Bald- win. This shows hard work, but no one should mind work if it enabled them to play as well as does Frances. She is an editor on The Bluestocking stafif, which shows that she can also do other things well. However, to repeat, get her to play for you sometime, and see if the music she makes doesn ' t make yon forget all else except the fact that she surely can play. MARqUERlTE EDQAR Staunton, Uirqinia Marguerite is just as sweet about playing for people as she is about doing other things. She graduates in piano and is always being called on to play accompaniments because she does it so well. She just moved to Staunton a year or two ago and is doing both preparatory and collegiate work at the Seminary. We hope that she will stay here and graduate in her academic work, as she is doing in music. CAROLljN EAQLE Ronceuerle, lUesl Uirqinia Carolyn graduates in pianu after only two sessions at the Seminary. Her strong aversion to recitals is hard to understand in one who can play as well as she does. Have you ever talked to her? Well, she can surely hold her own in an argument, and she has her own theories ahout well, about lots of things. She believes in them. too. as tirmly as we believe that she will become a great musician. Senior Ristory With cloudless skies and golden sun dawned the Seventh Day of September, Nineteen Hundred and Twenty. The two loyal, steadfast, iron-clad canines from their vantage posts at the entrance to the inner mysteries of the Mary Baldwin Seminary saw that merry sun appear over the roof of Dr. Eraser ' s interesting white house with metallic sighs of relief. The omens were favorable. Growled the animal on the left side going up to the beast on the left side coming down, One is here already. One what ? Some dogs would sleep three feet from a bone ! One member of the class of 1923, of course. Really ! excitedly. What is she like? A little inclined to jest at life, but she will learn, she will learn. Her name is Elsie Jones, and she comes from New Bern. X. C. Oh ! We .shall teach her that a dog ' s life brings its reward. Silence. Having sat thus for many, many years, and having looked on at many opening days, these dogs — shall we call them Ham and Jam? — were in no wise disturbed by the great bustle and excitement taking place about them. Girls — girls — girls — some with fat fathers, some with slim ; with slim mothers or pleasingly plump ; some with both ; some with neither. Ham could not help smiling a little when a crowd of girls threw themselves at one another with shrieks and muffled ejaculations. Old girls, thought he. TTe always enjoyed see- ing familiar faces. Rut Jam ' s keen eyes lit up at something quite different. The look! the look! he barked, 192. again, mv dear Ham ! Coming up the steps with timid foot-steps a lovely girl with red-gold curls was wishing already that she was home again. Almost behind her a slim blonde was mounting to her fate with a swinging stride. Evelyn Carpenter, Covington, ' a.. breathed Hani. Nancy Lee Hendon. Louisville. Ky.. sighed Jam. Each a great addition to the class. said Ham. Yes, a great addition, nnnMnurcd Jnni. All day while the sun did shine. Ham and Jam sought among the multitudes with eager eyes for other members of that immortal class of which they, as guard- ians of the Seminary, were going to be so proud. But some eluded them in the crowd, some slipped by in the darkness of night, some entered by another way, so that it was some days before they could be sure how many were gathered. Five more, besides the ones they had seen on the first day : Abingdon, Va., sent ]3ouglas Sunnners ; Mary Hearne arrived from Albemarle, N. C. ; and Mary Goodloe Billings traveled from Seymour, Indiana. From their Staunton homes came Gladys Parker and Pauline W ' elk-r. Oh, the dogs rejoiced — rejoiced. And these eight were friends. Early in their sojourn IJuug and Billo, being politically out.spoken and relatively unicjue in their Republicanism, became stump speakers. That mock election in October, 1920, took the form of a tribute to Governor Cox — and inci- dentall} ga e Doug and Billo a strenuous • evening. The debate was an epoch in their lives, and they still con- gratulate one another and declare that for natural elo- quence and brilliant argument the home team should have won ! And they probably believe it. They have a line like a street car. For sheer surprises, ( iladys and J )lly break all the records. ' e knew in a miu-ral way that both of them took voice, and thought vaguely how lucky it v ' as for us that we had some singers amongst us. But we also knew that Polly ' s porch was usually made up of Polly completely surrounded by uniforms; and that Gladys was awfully cute and on the trail of a good time. So it was at Miss Schoolar ' s vocal recital that these two proved themselves Sheer Surprises. Sing! Nothing so commonplace as that — they warble. I suppose there was not one of us who did not contribute a little bit — some- thing — to humanity ' s cause w hen Elsie came to us on behalf of the .starving children. - nd she was one of the group of four which appeared pictorially on the bulletin board, signed, The Starving Children ! Mary is not quite contrary. In fact, she makes us wish that we knew how to so con- duct ourselves that Miss Higgins would ask — nay, urge us to take a room on the street side of Memorial Hall, ' e also wish we knew the art of keeping in tlu- right place at the right time — never in llu- wrung place at the wrong time — and of being always composed. We don ' t know — some say Evelyn is in love — we don t know. But we sus- pect something. She is too pretty not to be, and she — really her eye movement is superb. Beauty, Brains, Talent, Love — which one is she gladdest to have? In the fall of 1921 our noble number was swelled by the entrance of three new girls — destined to the high privilege of graduating in 1923. Frances Gotten told us she had come from Bartlett, Tenn., to join us. told her the honor was mostly ours — not all, of course. But mostly. She laughs so infectiously that we can ' t li.sten to her as we should like, because we want to laugh, too. Dav by dav in every wa ' we like her better and belter — and we aren ' t the only ones ! Carolyn Eagle came from Ronceverte, W. ' ri., and she adores to visit in Charlottesville, hates to play in recitals, and has a passion for cats. We love to hear about the Charlottesville trips, love to listen to her play, and love her cat tales. From the day classes began, we heard about how smart Marguerite Edgar was. In fact, we heard so nian - rumors of the sort that when her name appeared on the program for Professor Schmidt ' s .piano recital we were rather afraid her specialty was along literary lines. It turns out that the spi-cialty is nuisic, and she is a fine student only incidentally. ' hen we were allowed lo draw up a constitution, as it were, we felt that we were dulv recognized, and as Juniors elected Xancy Lee Hendon president. With one accord we decided to ask Miss Stuart to be our class patron, and when she consented, settled back with an I ' ll-Conquer-the-World air. Miss Stuart be- gan proving to us the wisdom of our choice by giving us a beautiful dinner party at Miss Trout ' s. ' e decided informally, then and there, that our colors should be black and white, and our flower the wisteria; and we took Carpc Diem for our motto. A very momentous occasion was the one on which we, as Juniors, gave a ban- quet for the Class of 1922. Because the weather was so beautiful we had a table on Miss Trout ' s delightful lawn, where the decorations were carried out in ' 22 ' s colors, light blue and gold. On class dav the mantle of white and yellow was taken from the shoulders of the president of ' 22 and thr iwn over those of our president, Xancy Lee Hendon. L it surprising, then, that when she failed to return the next fall to be our official leader we should have felt regret that amounted to grief ? At our first class iiiccling of the year, Klsic Junes was elected til the presidency, and there never was anybody like lur. She is a president what is a president. Probably the thing that has meant the most in our senior lives has been our Senior Table in the dininj room. There we have told gruesome tales, eaten our dinners with spoons and our ice-cream with forks, and behaved altogether in a scandalously undignified man- ner. There we have discussed our theories of love, war, and the world to come. There we have come closer together than we ever were before. The only regret we ha e had from the beginning was the fact that this fellowship was only for those of our class who were boarders. We missed the three town members dreadfully — just as we have missed them in our hikes, our feasts, our social functions, which have meant so much in our school life. After all. being a member of a class is in itself such a wonderfully worth- while experience, that no printed page can begin to descrif)e it. When a group of people spend years in working together toward a common end. a common goal, there is no telling the development and the inspiration that comes to the individual. Our years together here at the Seminary have enriched and colored our lives for as long as we shall live. No big experience that nmy come after the ten of us have scattered to dififerent parts of the country, can ever erase that impress on our lives that is inscribed there in shining numerals — 1923 ! CLA5S 19a3 Senior Class Poem The day of all other days has cuine, And with it has brought a song, A tear, and perhaps a yeai ' ning. For the days which before seemed long. We have worked and struggled. Yet not in vain, to one single end. And where once onr paths were coninion, No - separate ways must bend. For three long years our lives have crossed. With here a joy and there a sorrow. And yet not once did we think ()f this parting on this tom ]rro v. Like a little ship upon a mighty sea Our class has braved the flood. And each member like a true sailor I ' o her own post has stood. Sometimes the waves have washed our sides With gentle, murmuring play. And sometimes the billows have rolled high And shut out the light of day. Through storms and uncharted seas. Beset by perils on every hand. With the faculty as our pilot. We have at last sighted land. The jotn ney has been long and hard. With trials and costs untold ; And yet upon the decks there are Treasures worth more than gold. The harbor is now well in view. And as tired sailors, we greet the shore ; And yet before we put out to land We give one cheer for the class we all adore. — D. Summers. Junior Class Roll Officers President Virginia Henderlite Secretarv Katie Dale Mitciiell Treasitrcr Macon Pettyjohn Class Patron -Miss Norma Schoolar Flower Colors Wisteria Lavender and Gold Members LITERARY GRADUATES Dorothy Bowman Virginia Henderlite Pauline Harris Charlene Kiracofe RociEH Martin GRADUATES IX PIAXO Linda Barrett Lucile Cox Eva Cook ' ivian Morgan GRADUATES IX VOICE Virginia Aaronson Shirlev Havnes Dorothy Bell Marion Palmer Margaret Foreman Macon Pettyjohn Margaret Gage Gertrude Fieri e GRADUATES IX ART Lucy Page Coffmax Eleanor Folk Fanxie Williams GRADUATES IX EXPRESSIOX Retta Coney Katie Dale Mitchell GRADUATE IX VIOLLX Ruth Mowkrv Junior Ci.as Domestic Science Seniors Frances Carleton Lucii.E Chaumcey Dorothy Curry Mary Ellen Davis Frances Gatevvood Jane Harman Virginia Hearn Elsie Kennedy Marjorie Myer Gertrude Price LiLA Rhett Edythe Rumpf Jane Speddin Agnes Terrei.l Do, iL.-.iiL SLit.Ni h Seniors bluestocking StdJ liditor-in-Chici Laura ' aughax Associatc Editor Makv Campbell Pattersox Associate Editor Grace Dunx Associate Editor Xancy Lee Clark Associate Editor Eleanor Browxfield Associate Editor Frances Gotten Art Editor Lucv Page Coffm ax Assistant Art Editor Frances Gatewooi) Joke Editor Elizadeth Warner Business Manager ALary Elisabetit 1- isiiei; Adz ' crtisinc Editor ] L rtil Gayuart UlALjiO Kl. t. bl Misceiidnij Std0 lidifor-in-Chief Katie ]3ali-; Mitchell Associate Editor Mariox Howe Social Editor Laura ' aughax Social Editor Helen Baylor ( electetl in March i Exchange Editor 1 raxces Grant Business Manager Juanita Fought Advertising Editor Marguerite Rutherford Faculty Adi ' iscr Miss Stuart Aliimnce Editor Miss Strauss MiiLLi.i.. . Stai-1- Q ' he u thletic Spirit r The Lttention m school. The Itlilctic Spirit is a paper published with the object of bringing t(i the if the student body just what the Athletic Association is accomplishing ;taff is composed of the council members, namely: Elsie Jones Reta Coney EsTELI.E SeIBERT Edvthe Rumi ' f Fraxces Leys Gertrude Pierce Helen Baylor Elizabeth Warner rt club Officers President Fannie ' illiams Vlcc-Frcsidcnt Lucile Lister Secretary Frances Travlor Treamrer Eleanor Folk Members Avery, Xella JacksOxN, Margaret Block, Dokothv McClerkin, Nancy Carr, Ai.i-E MacConnei.l. Elizabeth Coffman.Llty Pack AIyer, Marjorik Dyess, Loutse Morgan, Helen Dixon, Helen ■ ' ' - ' - Geraldine Gates, Mildred O ' ' ' ' ' - ' ' ' -vn Gatewood, Frances Richards, Inez Gill, Mildred Ann Robinson, Louise Gage. Margaret Smith. Cora Harvey, Sarah ' X ' Vernette ibii y. ID. C. A. Cdbinet faculty Aili ' iscr Miss Alma Montcomkkv Officers President Mary Goodloe Hillings Vice-President Katie Dale Mitchell Corresponding Secretary Laura X ' aughan Recording Secretary Douglas Sum mers Treasurer Augusta Smith Undergraduate Kel resentati-L ' cs Anna Maxwell, Margaret Gage nail Committee Chairmen Program Virginia Bull IVorld FcUoii ' ship ' irginia Henderlitf Bible Study Rocier Martin Social Service Macon Pettyjohn Social Lucille McAshan Recreation Lucile 1 jster Publicity Lucy Page Goffman Room ' I ■A I Iarrison Y. V. C. A. Cabinet Ql In dprecidtion of the interest thdt has con tributed so largely to the e ectiueness and impressiueness of the Ij. IP. C. A. meetings, we dedicate this page to miss NORMA BELLE SCROOLAR and to her able and luilling assistants, the ]]. ID. C. A. Choir: DOROTRIJ BELL UIRQiniA AARONSON MARION PALMER QERTRUDE PIERCE Senior Literary Society Officers President Lucille McAshan Vice-President Estelle Siebert Secretarv and Treasurer Rocier Marti x Allen, Frances Barrett, Linda Baylor. Helen Bennett, Eleanor Billings, Mary Goodloe Bowen. Mary Ellen BowEN, Louise Brownfield, Eleanor Buchanan, Alice Bull, Virginia Campbell, Virginia Carr, Alle Carpenter, Evelyn Chauncey, Lucile Clark, Nancy Lee Clarke, Margaretta Clarkson, Helen Clement, Ruth Coffman. Lucy Page Cox, Lucile Davies, Virginia Dudley. Elizabeth DuNLOP, Agnes Dunn, Grace Dyess, Louise Eagle, Carolyn Fisher, Mary Elizabeth Folk, Eleanor Fought, Juanita Members Gatewood, Frances Gayhart, Martha Gotten, Frances Grant, Frances Hancock, Marguerite Harris, Mary Frances Harrison, Xina H.aynes, Shirley Henderlite, ' ircinia Henderlite, R. chael Hereford, Elwynne Howe, Marion Jackson, Margaret Jones, Elsie Kelly, Bonnie Kikacofe, Charlene Lampkin, Lois Lister, Lucile Lowman, ' ircinia Marshall, Glenora McClerkin, Xancy Mitchell. Katie Dale Morgan, Vivian Morgan, Helen MuNDAY, Elizabeth Xevin. Mary XOELL. GeRALDINE Palmer, Marian- Parkinson. Caroline Patterson. Mary Campbell Pierce. Gertrude R. tcheford. Ethel Redwine. Earnestine Redwine, Ruth Rhett. Li la Richardson. Elizabeth Robinson, Louise Rumpf, Edythe Rutherford. !NL rgaret Scott. Lucie Scott. Margaret Shewmake. Harriet Smith. Augusta Smith, Cora Smith, Helen Speddin, Jane Stark, Thelma Stuart. Virginia Summers, Douglas Vaughan, Laura Wallace, Ellen Ward, Margaret Warner. Elizabeth Watkins, Edith Watkins, Nancy Wharton, Pauline Wier, Vernette Wine, Isabelle Zimmerman, Mary Elizabeth Junior Literary Society Officers ' ' ■ ' •■ ' ' - f !• I.VTUK RUMPK -UC-rrcsidcil J, j l, IJENNIS Sccrclary Elizaueth Putnam I ' rca.utrrr Man liuuii n Adams, Pauunk Arev, Loraink Barker, Anne BiBBEE, Frances Bond, Mary Brown, Frances Braxton, Aonks BuRKHEAD, Forrest Carhart, Evelyn Coney, Retta Clarke, Esther Cresswell, Rachel Crafton, Catherine Davis, Mary Ellen Deans, Margaret Davidson, Virginia Dixon, Helen DoBsoN, Dorothea Daniel, Marion Griffin, Martha GoRiN, Lucille Gill, Mildred Anne Gainer, Georgia Graves, Audrey Gage, Margaret GiNN, Martha Griffin, Sara Henderson, Jane Hull, Rosalie Hagan, Barbara Howard, Katherine Jones, Rebecca Johns, Frances Junkin, Nettie Members Johnson. Koi,i;k Bei.i.k KiRBY, Katherine Lory, Anne Murray, Margaret MuLLiss, Julia McLain, Harriette McAshan, Mar - Mitchell, Mildred MosELEY, Frances McCuLLUN. Mary Messmore, Katherine Myer, Marjorie Nottingham, Lillian Orh, Evelyn Pollard, Virginia Peatross, Katherine Price, Gertrude Potter, Elizabeth Petttyjohn, Macon Richards, Inez Renfroe, Mary Renfroe, Martha Swartzbaugh, Dorothy Smith, Gertrude Symons, Viola See, Katherine Seacrist, Jessie Streibich, Luray tully, al urine Traylor, Frances ' an Horn, Mona Vandiver, Ori.ean Warfield, Irma Wilmoth, Gretchen Winn, Mary Gertrude Rdu;thorne Literary Society Officers President Margaret Hili. Vice-President Mildred Gates Secretary and Treasurer Hazel Rumpf Members Brown, Laura Burgess, Maroa Chittum, Elizabeth Craig, Lucille Banner, Rebecca Durrance, Creel Fraeer, Agnes Fleming, Marion HuLUHEN, Louise McLain, Harriett MacConnell, Elizabeth M inter, Evelyn Newbold, June Percrin, Jessiegail Quarles, Mary Nelson Sproul, Agnes Symons, Josephine Taylor, Mary Garland Vincent, Emma Walton. Mary Linton Weidner, Elizabeth Histonj Club Officers Prcsiiiciit Mary Elizabeth Fisher Vice-President Carolyn Eagi.e Secretary Vivian Morgan Treasurer Agnes Terrell Members Allen, Frances Baylor, Helen Bennett, Eleanor Brownfield, Eleanor BowEN, Mary Ellen Billings, Mary Goodloe Campbell, Virginia Carpenter, Evelyn Carr, Alle Clarke, Nancy Lee Clark, Margarete Clarkson, Helen CoFFMAN, Lucy Page Dunn, Grace Folk, Eleanor Fought, Juanita Haynes. Shirley Hancock, Marguerite Harris. Frances Howe. Marion Jones, Elsie Kiracofe, Charlene Lampkin, Lois MuNDAY, Elizabeth Morgan, Helen Martin, Rocier Nevin, Mary Renfroe, Mary Smith, Helen Smith, Cora Smith, Augusta Scott, Margaret Summers, Douglas Seibert, Estelle Striebich, Luray Vaughan, Laura Warner, Elizabeth W ATKINS, Edith Watkins, Nancy Ward, Margaret Ldlin Club Officers President Douglas Sum mers Secretary Margaret Deans Treasurer Elizabeth Putnam Members Barker. Anne Henderlite, Rachel Barlow, Constance Howard, Katherine Bowman, Dorothy Jones, Elsie Braxton, Agnes Kern, Elizabeth Brown, Frances Kieffer, Virginia Brown, Marv Kiracofe. Charlene Bruen, Nan Lambert, Kitty Bull, irginia Lewis, Gertrude BuRKHEAD, Forrest Mitchell, Ivatie Carhart, Evelyn Moffett, Nancy Cox, LUCILE MORRISS, DoROTHY Crafton. Catherine Moseley, Frances Cresswell, Racho. Mulliss, Julia Daniel, Marion Olivier, Elizabeth Davies, Virginia Patterson. Mary Campbell Dknnis, Jane Potter, Elizabeth DoiL, Gertrude Richardson, Elizabeth Dyess, Louise Robinson. Louise Gayhart, Martha Ruckman, Frances Gorin, Lucille Scott, Margaret Grant. Frances See, Katherine Graves, Audrey Smith, Augusta Griffin, Sara Tully. Maurine Haga.v. Barbara Van Horn, Mona Harris. Pauline Wallace, Ellen Harvey, Sarah Ward. Margaret Havnes, Shirley Wilmoth, Gretchen Spanish Club Officers President Linda Barrktt icc-I ' rcsiclciil Maktiia Renkroic Sccrclary and Treasurer : Marion ISullktt Members Baui.ow. Constanck Block. Lillian Clarke. Xancv Lee Cum MINGS. Virginia Dfans, Margaret GiNN, Martha Henderlite. Virginia Marshall, Glenora Ruckman. Frances Skacrest, Jessie Tani OK. Dixie Thomas. Allene WiLKERsoN. Margaret Zimmerman. XL rv Elizabeth Choral Club Aaronson, Virginia Adams, Pauline Baylor, Helen Barker, Anne Bell, Dorothy Borden, Rebecca BowEN, Mary Ellen Boxley, Virginia Brown, Elizabeth Buchanan, Alice Bull, Virginia Carpenter, Evelyn Clement, Ruth Cook, Eva Cox, Lucile Deans, Margaret Dennis, Jane DuNLOP, Acnes Folk, Eleanor Foreman, Margaret Gage, Margaret Gates, Mildred Hancock, Marguerite Haynes, Shirley Hargrave, Mary Harrison, Nina Hereford, Edwynne Jackson, Margaret Johnson, Roger Bell Winn, Kieffer, Virginia Lewis, Gertrude Lister, Lucile Lowman, Virginia Lory, Anna Marshall, Mildred Mitchell, Katie Dale McCollum, Mary McDonald, Aitie Palmer, Marion Parker, Gladys Pettyjohn, Macon Pierce, Gertrude Pollard, Virginia Putnam, Elizabeth Redwine, Ernestine Richards, Inez Rhett, Lila Rumpf, Edythe Scott, Jean Scott, Lucie Seacrest, Jesse Seibert, Estelle Stuart, Virginia Swartzbaugh, Dorothy Terrell, Agnes Warfield, Irma Weller, Pauline Williams, Fannie Mary Gertrude Dramdtic Club Officers , President Ketta Coni£Y Secretary Agnes Terrell Treasurer Marion Howe Members Avery, Nella Baylor, Helen Bell, Dorothy BuLLETT, Marion Brownfield, Eleanor Foreman, Margaret Gage, Margaret Grant, Frances Hancock, Marguerite Haynes, Shirley Hargrave, Mary Hill, Margaret Lister, Lucile McClerkin, Nancy McCollum, Mary Mitchell, Katie Dale Morgan, Vivian Redvi ' ine, Ruth Rhett, Lila Shewmake, Anna Harriet Smith, Augusta Traylor, Frances Vaughan, Laura Warner, Elizabeth Wier, Venette ! Rilltop Club Fkances Allen Xella Avebv Linda Barrett Xancy Beach Eleanor Bennett Frances Bibbee Xan Bruen Marion Bullett Evelyn Carhart Evelyn Carpenter Helen Clarkson Retta Coney Eva Cook JuLL Crockett Virginia Davies Martha Ginn Audrey Graves Martha Griffin Sara Griffin Sarah Harvey Jane Henderson Margaret Hill Katherine Howard Rosalie Hull MoNA Van Horn FkANtKs Johns Roger Bell Johnson Elizabeth Keller Mabel Matteson Harriet McLain Katie Dale Mitchell ' iviAN Morgan- Frances MOSELY Geraldine Noell Lillian Nottingham Caroline Parkinson Gertrude Price Ernestine Redwine Ruth Redwine Martha Renfrol Mary Renfroe LiLA Rhett Louise Robinson Margaret Scott Jessie Seacrest Anna Harriet Shewmake Susie Smith Frances Travlor Orlean Vandiver Hilt. Top Ciab Chapel Hdimidin Ski High Club Virginia Aaronson LoRAiNE Arey Constance Bari.ow Helen Baylor Annie Lee Benton Dorothy Block Lilian Block Mary Bond Mary Brown Lucille Chauncey Nancy Lee Clark Margaretta Clarke Rachel Cresswell Helen Dixon Elizabeth Dudley Mary Elisabeth Fisher Mildred Gates Lucille Gorin Mary Hargrave Frances Harris Shirley Haynes Virginia Keiffer Gertrude Lewis Fran ' ces Lloyd Anna May Lory Rl ' th Mowery Elizabeth MacConneli. Louise Mitchell Helen Morgan Margaret Murray Mary Nevin Virginia Pollard Elizabeth Richardson Jean Scott Thelma Stark Dorothy Swartzbaugh Edith Watkins Nancy Watkins Elizabeth Warner Vernette Wier Memorial Club Pauline Adams Anne Barker Mary Goodi.oe Billings Louise Bowen Eleanor Brovvnfield Forrest Burkhead Virginia Campbell Esther Clark Ruth Clement Grace Dunn Marion Fleming Juanita Fought Agnes Frazer Margaret Gage Georcua Gainer Mildred Anne Gill Marguerite Hanuock Barbara Hagan Mary Lily Hearne ' iRGiNiA Hearne Edwynne Hereford Louise Hullihen Margaret Jackson Rebecca Jones Bonnie D. Kelley Katherine Kirby L RY Aitie MacDonald Mary McCullum Glenora Marshall Mildred Marshall Nancy McClerkin Katherine Messmore Evelyn Minter Julia Mulliss Elizabeth Munday Marjorie Myer June Newbold Evelyn Orr Marion Palmer Jessie Gail Pergrin Kortricht Richardson Katherine See Estelle Seibert Cora Smith Gertrude Smith Jane Speddin Virginia Stuart Louise Ward Margaret Ward Irma Warfiei.d Elizabeth Weidner Gretchen Wilmoth Gertrude Winn rricClung Club Dorothy Bell Maky Ellen Bowen Virginia Boxley Emma Boxley Alice Buchanan Virginia Bull Alle Carr Lucy Page Coffmax LuciLE Cox Majuon Daniel Mary Ellen Davis Margaret Dedans Jane Dennis Elizabeth Dickerson Dorothea Dobson Acnes Dunlop Creel Durrance Louise Dyess Caroline Eagle Caroline Edmundson Eleanor Folk Margarette Foreman Frances Gatewood Frances Gotten Jane Harman Nina Harrison Virginia Henderlite Rachel Henderlite Marion Howe Elsie Jones Lois Lampkin Frances Leys Lucile Lister Virginia Lowman Rocier Martin Lucille McAshan Mary McAshan Mary C. Patterson Catherine Peatross Macon Pettyjohn Gertrude Pierce Elizabeth Potter Elizabeth Putnam Inez Richards Hazel Rumpf Edythe Rumpf Lucie Scott Viola Symons JosAPHiNE Symons Augusta Smith Helen Smith Douglas Summers Agnes Terrell Maurine Tulley Laura Vaughan Margaret Wilkerson Fannie Williams Mary Elizabeth Zimmerman Cotillion Club Officers President Secrctarv and Treasuver Avery, Nella Adams, Pauline Bell, Dorothy Benson, Sue BiLUNGS, Marv Goodloe BoxLEY, Emma BoxLEY, Virginia Bull, Virginia BuLLETT, Marion Buchanan, Alice Barrett, Linda Beach, Nancy Baylor, Helen Brown, Dorothy Brownfield. Eleanor Bond, Mary Coffman , Lucy Page Coney, Retta Cox, Lucile Carr, Alle Campbell, Virginia Clarkson, Helen Clark, Nancy Lee Deans, Margaret Dennis, Jane Dunn, Grace Edmundson, Caroline Folk, Eleanor .Gertrude Pierck Elsie Jones Members Foreman, Margarete Fisher, Mary Eusabeth Gage, Margaret Gotten, Frances Griffin, Sara Gates, Mildred Gorin, Lucille GixN, Martha Harman, Jane Harrison, Nina Hargrave, Mary Haynes, Shirley Hereford, Edwynne Henderson, Jane Hill, Margaret Howe, Marion Hull, Rosalie Jones, Rebecca Johns, Frances Keller, Elizabeth Leys, Frances Lister, Luole Maxwell, Anna Martin, Rocier McAshan, Lucille McAsHAN, Mary McClerkin, Nancy McCuLLUM, Mary McDonald, Atie Morgan, Helen Morgan, Vivian Mitchell, Katie Dale Newbold, June Orr. Evelyn Patterson, Mary Campbell Pettyjohn, Macon Putnam, Elizabeth Potter, Elizabeth Rhett, Lila RUMPF, Edythe Rumpf, Hazel Renfroe, Martha Renfroe, Mary Richardson, Virginia Smith, Augusta Summers, Douglas Smith, Susie Terrell, Agnes Traylor, Frances Vaughan, Laura Warner, Elizabeth Williams, Fannie Wier, Vernette Wilkerson, Margaret m m ATHLETICS The Athletic Association Athletic Council Faculty Adiiscr Miss Prisci.lla Rones Officers President Elsie Jones Vice-President , Retta Coney Secretary and Treasurer Estelle Seibe BERT Members Helen Baylor Frances Leys Gertrude Pierce Edythe Rumpf Elizabeth Warner Ijellou? basketball cfeam Rheta Coney Captain LiLA Rhett Mary Hargrave Virginia Bull Agnes Fraziek Edythk Rumpf IPhite dsketbdll Team Helex Baylor Captain MaRIOX HuLl.ETT Vernette W ' ier Margaret Deans Eleanor Folk Frances Harris IJelloiP bdsebdll Team Virginia Bull Agnes Fraziek Rheta Conev Mary Hargrave Lucy Page Coffman Elsie Jones ] Iargaret Gage Lillian Nottingham Edythe Rumpf IDhite Bdsebdll Team Helln Baylor Marion Blllett Mary Renfroe Eleanor Folk Mildred Gates Laura Vaughan ' erxette Wier Margaret Deans Frances Johns Prizes for bluestocking IDork Best Short Storij, offered h ] Palais Roi]al, u;on bi MARION TOIPNSEND HOIUE Best Poem, o0ered bij Beuerlij Book Co., ipon bij FRANCES QRANT Best Kodak Picture, Offered bq H. L. Lanq . Co., won b ] CTHELMA STARKE Best Arl lUork, offered b ] Mr. CThomas Hogshead, u;on bq LUCy PAQE COFFMAN Honorable Mention DOROTHy BLOCK Belonging As the train tlnmdered and shrieked its way through the black night and grey misty morning — speeding swiftly towards New York, Mary Rich stirred in her upper berth and sighed happily. She cuddled her hand against her check and looked out into the gloom, broken here and there by murky yellow rays of light, and her eyes were full of dreams and her lips sweet with a smile of anticipation. To be in New York again tomorrow ! Was she only dreaming as she had done so many times those last fifteen years ? Was she really going to see again the busy hustling, noisy city, and to be one of its people? She actually pinched herself as she had often done as a child to see if she were awake. Yet, it was true — on her way to New York, ready to start in again where she had left oflf those fifteen long years ago, ready to forget the bitterness, the loneliness, and the sting of those years of sacrifice in which the thought of her two years of earning her own living in New York had been the crimson flash of life and color in. an otherwise grey existence. That all too brief stay in New York had been well worth the efforts she had been forced to make to get them. Her narrow deep-in-a-rut family had objected so emphatically and had made her going away so unpleasant, that she still shuddered at the thought of the bitter words that had been said. The fifteen years that she had taken care of her father when her mother had died, were made harder by the memory of those words. All of her hardness against her mother had melted away when she got the telegram telling of her death, but her father — well — he was dead now, and she was free again. She didn ' t think much about him, only felt glad that she hadn ' t let her Main Street dominate and crush her — and thankful for the courage and bravery of purpose that was sending her back to New York. When the train pulled in the next morning a neatly — too-neatly — dressed middle-aged woman was one of the first to get off. Holding tightly to her suit case, she walked quickly into the big Grand Central Station. Her breath escaped in a little whistling sigh of pleasure and relief. . 11 just as she had left it. The same business men rushing from train to business, the mother with two or three small children hurrying off to the country, the same wonderful heavenly blue ceiling where little stars of light would shine and twinkle out at night. Mary dropped her bag and gazed about her, drinking in the familiar sights and sounds. How wonderful life was! She came out of her reverie with a start. Two young girls passed her, stared at her, and giggled. Mary blushed for their short skirts, their remarkable coiffures, their painted faces. Doc Smith ' s daughter at home was the talk of the town, but she wasn ' t nearly as bad as these girls. Why, they — Mary caught herself with a start. She mustn ' t act as if she had never been to New York before, like a country hick. She picked up her suit case and went out into the busy August day. setting out for her old boarding house on Twenty- third Street. A neatly-capped maid, instead of Mrs. Berdsall .answered the door and in answer to her startled inquiry told her Mrs. Berdsall would see her in the parlor. Instead of the stout, obliging landlady she had known — Mary was now confronted by a Mrs. Berdsall too elegantly dressed in one of the latest stylish-stouts, her hair permanently waved, and her obligingness cooled to condescending chilliness. However, she managed to let Mary have her old room, which had remained the same except for new wall-paper, for ten dollars more than she had paid before. Mary paid her and looked out of her window with a sigh of content. Across the way was the little antique shop where old Papa Vanelli lovingly dusted over his treasures while he talked his voluble Italian-English to you. She wondered if he was still there and if little Bobby still lived next door. Why, he was grown up now, perhaps married and gone away. Papa Vanelli must surely be too old to be in the store. Perhaps he was gone, too. Mary realized sharply the long time she had been away. Who were her friends? Of course, there was Mr. Pratt, fussy, funny, irritable Mr. Pratt, whom she had worked for and who would take her back; and Catherine Ellis, who had Mary ' s old position as secretary to Mr. Pratt. Mary smiled again happily. She would find her old friends again and make new ones too. She looked out over the houses, down the water front until her eyes found the Statue of Liberty — her strength in many a former bad hour, and some- thing of the majesty and purpose and courage that it represented communicated itself to her, and she went out to interview Mr. Pratt, fortified bv a new-found strength and determination. Mr. Pratt leaned back in his chair and looked at her over his glasses. What have you been doing these last years? .Any new experience in our line? he barked at her. Why — no — didn ' t Miss Ellis tell you? Father had a stroke shortly after mother ' s death, and was an almost helpless invalid. I was very much tied down. I practised now and then at typewriting, but nothing very much. Mary looked down at her hands — toil-worn — that had lost their look of deft quickness. Kept your knowledge of Spanish up? Can you translate well? Mary felt herself being relentlessly carried out on a sea of obstacles. Why. no, it wasn ' t possible to use it in my daily life, and I had very little time. I ' m sure it will all come back to me, though, in time. Mr. Pratt rose abruptly and paced the floor. My dear Miss Rich — you do not know what you are saying. Come back, at your age, after your mind has stagnated for fifteen years? Never. Do you know the new words in the world, efficiency, age of specialists, the intelligence test, mental alertness, and above all, emancipation of woman? This war is bringing out hidden talent in millions of women. And out of the many only the trained minds can be used. I am sorry. Miss Rich, sorry because I know your life, but I cannot offer vou a position, and I most strongly advise you to go back where you will fit in. Mary rose blindly. Her mind and head were reeling. Mr. Pratt, her one refuge, was deserting her. Back where yini will lit in. Hack tcj that narrow, ugly, little town, back to tiic complacent, smug people who said ain ' t and read Sinclair Lewis, back to all the memories she hated and loathed? She flung back her head at the thought. She would prove how utterly wrong they were. She would come back ! ! Three weeks later Mary sat in the office of an employment agency, waiting. It was hot and dirty and smelled strongly of bad whiskey, an odor that an Irish cook had left in her wake. Mary, herself, looked wilted and rather folorn, but still determined. She had long ago given up the idea of stenography. She would do almost anything now. This time she had been sent for to be inter- viewed for the position of cook in a girl ' s school. She would do anything as long as she might stay in New York. When Mary saw the- interviewer her heart sank. Efficiency was in the very angle of her severe sailor hat. What experience have you had, Miss Rich? None, outside of my own house. How large was your family? Just two, with a sinking feeling near the pit of her stomach. Huh. What education? Grammar school, and high school secretarial course. Is that all? I ' m afraid we can ' t use you. Miss — ah — Rich, but I will re- member you in case we should need you in the future. Mary turned away silently, too disheartened even to answer. How well she knew those easy letting-downs. How familiar were the words, I am sorry. Miss that rang in her ears at night. She couldn ' t get away from them. This oflfer was her last hope. She had already spent more money than was prudent and there wasn ' t a situation in sight. On every hand, all about her, were the signs of a new order. In her brain, as on a glaring bill-board, were stamped the words, higher education, specialize, training, experience. One even had to specialize in cooking in this new day and age. Mary slowly climbed the stairs that led to her room and dropped, like a hurt animal, into a chair. What was left for her to do? She looked out of the window at the strange children playing — unfriendly children who did not talk with her as Bobby had done. She stared dully at the three gold balls that Hung over Papa Vanelli ' s shop, at the bustling young man who was sweeping oflF the sidewalk, and slowly her eyes searched for the Statue that had so often renewed her courage and confidence, but the August sun sent down a shimmering curtain of heat that hung betw-een them, and Mary could only make out the arm and hand that seemed to her straining and tear-filled eyes to waver and fade away with the rest. The next day, on the usual comnuiter ' s train out of Grand Central a timid, discouraged, middle-aged woman sat huddled down in the corner of one of the seats. She kept her gaze fixed out of the window, as though fearful of seeing someone she knew. But she was not to be spared. A tall, hearty man, making his way slowly through the train, stopped in surprise at seeing her, and stopped to talk. Well, Mary, what ' s this? Coming back to us again? .Ain ' t Xew York good enouh for you, or do you just want to get cooled oiT ? Je-rusalem, ain ' t it hot, though ? It certainly is, Ferd. No, I ' m not coming back just to get cool. I ' m leaving New York for good and coming back to where — 1 fit in ! And in the bravery and sudden sweetness of her smile, Ferd did not see the longing tears that sprang into her eyes. M-i RION TOWNSEXD HoWE. A Quest ' e, for the most part, go tliroiigh life content With wliat the passing years may hring — Excepting tliose wlio ail their lime have spent In seeking wealth, and such material things. We know not whence we come — or why. Content throughout the years just to exist — And so we live our lives — then die. Unknowing what great joys we may have missed. Yet I — I search for some one thing To fill a strange, great longing of my soul : Or is it, perchance. m - soul I seek ? — years bring My quest no nearer to the goal. Perhaps ' tis happiness, or love — some great desire Or paths to fame, as yet untrod — Perhaps to some great, finer glory 1 aspire — Or is it God? — Fr. nces Grant. Pertaining to business At last the day had dawned ! I had waited an age-long Saturday and a Sun- day that seemed nine-tenths of eternity and had gone to bed possessed of a firm conviction that Fate had tricked me and was planning to skip Monday entirely. Therefore I fell asleep wrapped in bitterness of soul. But only a moment after I closed nty eyes I opened them again to find it really Monday. The sun was shining in my window just as it had done countless mornings before, but it seemed to me that this morning it shone a little brighter — a little hotter. But it was a small matter to me that the sun chose to make himself a nuisance on this day ; in fact I took it to be a part of the general celebration, for you see, I was going into business ! School had turned out in June as usual, but it left me in a peculiar state of mind, caused by my promotion. When I gazed on that piece of pasteboard and realized that it meant that I had passed the rank of Sophomore and was to be a Junior the next year, I was awed by my own importance, because Juniors really are important in High School. The Freshmen are persecuted, the Sophomores are ignored, but the Juniors — well, being next thing to a Senior is bound to have weight even with the Faculty. It also made me realize that I was growing up ! Here I was, almost fifteen years old and an almost Junior in High School — and I never had done anything important. I tell you, it made me feel that it was time I was stirring around and making my mark in the world. So one morning at breakfast I told my Daddy that I had decided to go to work. At first he didn ' t pay much attention to me, just told me to go ahead and help Mother all I wanted to ' cause he reckoned she needed it. But when I told him that I didn ' t mean just play- work, that what I really wanted to do was to go into business with him, he sat up very straight and listened with all his might. I told him all I felt about being a Junior and all, and then he asked me if I had thought seriously on all that a business career entailed. I wasn ' t quite sure what he meant, but I told him yes. I had thought it all out, and while I knew I was young I thought now was a good time to make a beginning. Daddy said he didn ' t think my youth would be a handicap ' cause being a Junior and all would help a lot. I was feeling almost sad, but awful good, like a martyr or something. He didn ' t say anything about salary and I didn ' t either, because I didn ' t know whether business people did that or not. So that special Monday morning I dressed as near like a business woman as I could consider my clothes. I knew I reall needed a shirtwaist and skirt, but as I didn ' t have one I put on my plainest and most starchy linen dress. Even that had blue collars and cuflfs with frills, but I had to bear that, even though I knew it wasn ' t suitable because I was kind of scared to cut them oflf. Anyway the dress would have looked funny without them. When I went down to break- fast 1 was siirjiriscd tcj liml my family as calm as if nothiiij was goine; t(j liai)iH-ii. but I noticed Daddy seemed to have an awfully bad cougb. Every time be ' d look at Mother he ' d cboke and bave to put bis napkin to bis mouth and then be ' d cough like everj-tbing. When we started to go, be turned and said; I forot to tell you that the car is out of fix, Mary Patsy. Would you rather wait to go to work till it ' s lixed? But I told him no, I reckoned I wouldn ' t mind walking ' cause 1 knew that busi- ness people bad lots of worries. Daddy coughed a whole lot then. 1 was begin- ning to be afraid be was taking the whooping-cough or something. I bad no idea it was so far to the Court House and even that early in the morning the sun was hot as anything. After we bad walked about two miles, 1 reckon, we came to it, and I was pretty glad, ' cause I was kind of tired. But we didn ' t go straight in, ' cause Daddy had to go around to every bunch of men in the hall and talk to every one. And to everyone be ' d say: .A.nd this is my daughter, who has consented to be my stenographer! Some of them laughed, others just played like they didn ' t hear, and the ones who looked like my Daddy would bow and shake hands with me. 1 liked them, but I was getting ready to work, 1 didn ' t think it was right to fool away all this time. I didn ' t know ' what they were talking about but I heard something about Court, so I knew somebody was being tried. After a while Daddy finished and we went to the office. Over in one corner was a ducky little table with a typewriter on it, and Daddy said that was my desk. He brought me lots of pencils and paper and a long printed thing that he said was a mortgage and told me to copy it on the type-writer. He put the paper in the machine and told me what buttons to use and then he sat down at bis desk, which was in the center of the room. Before he started to work he said: Of course, you know Mary Patsy, Fm in politics, so I can ' t of?er you a partnership, but if you find you like the work I ' ll be glad to manage a campaign for any office you decide to run for. That opened a new train of thought to nie. I hadn ' t really considered a political career, but it bad its possibilities. I started to work on my mortgage, but somehow I didn ' t get along so fast, because I couldn ' t seem to find the right let- ters. About nine-thirty a lady came in and Daddy introduced her to me as his stenographer. She went into the office back of ours and in a minute I heard an awful clicking sound. I peeked around the corner of the door to see what she was doing. She was staring at a paper on her desk and her hands were playing on a tj ' pe-writer faster than Mother can play a piano. I never saw anybody write so fast. About ten o ' clock Daddy said he was going up to the Court room, and if any one called him or came to the office, for me to tell them where be was. This made me feel some better. Even if I couldn ' t write so fast I knew where Daddy w-as and the lady didn ' t. And then it seemed like everybody in town wanted my Daddy; tlie phone rang so often that it sounded hke one continuous peal. And in between that, people would come in. One nice old negro man came in and stood by the desk for a long time without saying anything. I didn ' t say anything either — ' cause I didn ' t know what to say. Finally he coughed and shuffled his feet and said: Missy is de Clerk of de Superior Courts on de premises? I had never heard of anybody like that before. What did you say ? 1 asked. De Clerk of de Superior Courts, repeated the old man firmly. I don ' t know who you mean, ' cause this is mv Daddv ' s oflice, and lie isn ' t here ! Yas ' m. Well, 1 ' lows as how I ' ll wait till he comes. Kin dis old nigger set down, Missy? I ' se walked a might} ' fur wavs. 1 is, and ain ' t so voung as I onc ' t was. I told him he could sit down, but I didn ' t see what he wanted to wait for, ' cause he seemed to be in the wrong place. After I had answered the telephone a few more hundred times the door opened and a man came in. He had the reddest nose ;ind hair 1 ever saw, and he looked like he had been crying. Mornin ' , lady ! he said. Good morning, sir, 1 replied. Is Mr. Joe in? he asked. No, sir, he is in the Court room. Could I take a message for him? He stared at me a minute and then he went to the door and beckmied and a woman in a large pink hat and a much beruffled organdy dress came in carrying a little baby with a downy i-ed head, and following her was a line of six red- headed children ranging from thirteen on down. All of them looked like they had been crying. The man and woman whispered together and then he turned to nie again : Would ye mind tellin ' when Mister Joe ' ll be back? I don ' t know, sir. It ' s just according to how long court lasts. Wal, I reckon we ' ll be a-waitin ' fer him, and he proceeded to sit down. And so did the lady with the pink hat and the baby. And so did the six little red heads. Only there weren ' t enough chairs, so they had to sit on the floor. When twelve o ' clock came I began to wonder if Daddy was ever coming back. I was hungry, and the red-headed children were sniffling and the baby was cry- ing, and I was tired of hearing them. And I didn ' t have time to do the mortgage, because the phone kept on ringing so often. After a little the lady who wrote so fast came to the door and said I ' d better go to lunch and she ' d wait till I came back. I kind of hated to leave her there alone, but I certainly was hungry, so I told her I ' d hurry. When I got home everybody asked me how I was getting along, I told ' cm all right, but that we were awful busy ' cause Court was going on. The car was tixt ' d, Ml I (lidn ' i have to walk hack tludutjli tlu ' hot sun, for whicli 1 was very grateful. litii 1 got hack 1 found everything just as 1 had left it. The old negro man was sitting in the same corner, only he was asleep, and the six little red- heads were grouped on the floor around their mother and daddy, and all were sniffling quite as busily as before, j iut the baby had gone to sleep, so it wasn ' t crying any more. ■] he lady who wrote so fast took her hat and said she ' d be back pretty soon. 1 told her not to hurry, ' cause the sun was awful hot, and it really was. It was about the hottest afternoon I have ever felt, and I was so sleepy I didn ' t know what to do. I didn ' t know what Daddy was doing up in the Court room, but I did think he ought to come on down and see about these people who wanted him. Once I almost went to sleep, but I caught myself just in time by thinking about what the stenographer lady would think if she should find me asleep when she came back. I didn ' t dare try to work on the mortgage, ' cause I knew I ' d go to sleep then for ' sure. And then. I decided I ' d just go up to the Court room and see if I could catch Daddy ' s eye. I ha dseen Court rooms in the moving pictures and knew all about them. Of course. Daddy hadn ' t exactly invited me up, but then he hadn ' t told me I couldn ' t come, so there really wasn ' t any reason why I shouldn ' t go. So I got up and told the people in the room that I would be right back. I didn ' t know where the Court room was, but decided it must be upstairs, and so I went up to the second story. I thought the floor looked awful dirty, and I wouldn ' t touch the bannisters for anything. At the top of the stairs was a big door and a l ong hall with a smaller door at the end. I decided to try the little door first, so I went down the hall and opened the door a little crack and peeked in. There was a little fat man with an awful red face and a big tall man with a black mustache, and both of ' em had big pistols in their hand. There were about five or six other men and women in the room, but the only ones I saw in my hasty glance were two men with pistols. One was a negro with mud all over his clothes, and the other was a white man with a convict suit on. He was in chains. I backed out of there ' bout as quick as I could. I don ' t think anybody saw me; if they did they didn ' t say anything. I ran back down the hall as fast as I could, and by the time I reached the big door my knees were shaking so I could hardly walk. I .stood there a minute till I kind of caught my breath, then I pushed open that door a little. It was an awful long room with lots of benches in it and I knew it was a court room, ' cause down at the end was the judge ' s pulpit. And right down in front of it at a table my Daddy was sitting, writing like fury. There weren ' t very many people in there and no one was near the back, so I slipped in and sat down in the corner of the backest bench. Just as I sat down the judge said : The next case on docket. Mr. Clerk! And my Daddy stood up and read something off a paper and then in a minute they brought in the negro with the muddy clothes that I had seen in the little room. He sat down in the chair and some men asked him a lot of questions, and then one man made a long speech ' bout how this negro ought to be put in jail because he had run away from the convict camp two years before time for him to go. He told all about how the negro had been caught stealing a whole lot of money and ought to be put back in jail for a long time. It was an awful good speech, and I thought sure he ' d be put in jail for about fifty years or more, when up got another man, and he made an awful loud speech and begged everybody not to put the poor negro back in jail ' cause he didn ' t know any better than to run away from the convict camp. In the moving pictures they always had a jury, but they didn ' t in this court, and so when the man had finished making his speech the judge got up and said a lot of big words to the negro, and then said seein ' as how he didn ' t know any better, he could go back to the convict camp and stay his two years that he had already, and six more months for running away. I felt kind of sorry for him when they took him away but forgot all about him in a minute, ' cause the next person they brought in was the white man in chains. They made lots of speeches then, and I found out that the man had been caught hoboing on a freight train and had been put on the chain gang for a year. And then he had run away two months ' fore his time was up. And one man told the judge why he ought to be put back on the gang for a long time, and another told why he shouldn ' t have such a long time. I got sort of tired of listening, ' cause they used such big words, and anyway I didn ' t see any use arguing it, ' cause they knew they wouldn ' t make him stay in jail long, so I looked about the room some. The walls were kind of grey and smoky looking, and everything looked dusty. And there were cob-webs all over the ceiling. There was one specially long one that hung down right over the chair where the man with the chains sat, and every time the electric fan on the wall would swing around, the cob-web would tremble just like it was going to fall. Every time it shook a little bit more and I got to watching it so closely that I forgot to listen to the men. But when the judge got up, I listened. After he ' d made a speech he told the man that he was awful sorry for him„ but that he knew better, and because he had tried to cheat the law by running away before his time was up he ' d have to serve two months and a year and a half besides ! The man stood and stared at him for a second, and then he sank down in his chair and his chains clanked like everything. He put his face in his hands, and just then the electric fan hit the cob-web again, and this time it fell. It fell down on the man ' s head and shoulders and I almost heard it clank as it fell. I looked at my Daddy, and he was sitting up very straight with his fist on the table and his face was red and his lips all tight. And then the judge looked at everybody like he dared them to say anvtliing. and tlien he said real sliar])lv. Court is adjourned ! And everybody stood uj) wliile tlie judge went out. While everybody was moving around I slipped out the door and ran back down stairs into the office. I sat down at my desk, and then I found out I was crying. Before I could stop I heard people coming down the steps and I looked around for a place to hide, ' cause I didn ' t want them to see me crying. I couldn ' t find any place, so I slipped down behind the table that had my type-writer on it as Daddy came in talking to a bunch of men. I never have seen Daddy so mad. He sounded like he was talking through his teeth, and then all of them were talking at once. All of a sudden they stopped and I looked around the corner of the table and saw the two men that had the pistols bringing in the negro and white man that had to go back to jail. And then Daddy asked the negro his name and age and a lot of stuff and sent him into the other office to be measured. And then he asked the white man the same ques- tions. The boy answered him staring straight ahead like he was walking in his sleep. When Daddy finished writing, he wheeled ' round in his chair and looked at him a miinute and then he jumped up and shook his hand and said : It ' s too bad. old man. I ' m sorry. Two years isn ' t a life time, you know. The boy locked at him as if he couldn ' t believe his ears, and then started crving. I had never seen a man cry before, and it made me cry that much harder. Daddy put his hand on his shoulder, and in a minute the boy said in a funny thick voice: I wouldn ' t a-minded hit so much if they hadn ' t a-put these here chains on me. I ain ' t never done nothin ' to nobody and then he raised his head and looked at Daddy. The tears were running down his cheeks as he said : They didn ' t put none on that nigger. And then they took him away, and as he went out the door, he turned and said : I ' m much obliged to you, sir, fer shakin ' hands like a man. It helped a lot. And then I saw on Daddy ' s coat sleeve the cob-web that had fallen on the man in the Court room. As they went out the men started talking again. I forgot to cry, I was so interested. One of them said: Simms ought to know by now that he ' s going to lose every case that Wilson sits on And Daddy interrupted him : A man that can ' t leave personal quarrels out of a thing like this ought to be kicked out of office ! How he could give that poor boy eighteen months after giving that criminal nigger six months ! By gad. sir — when politics come to that- ! He stopped all of a sudden. I suppose I must have sniffed or something, ' cause he came over to my desk and found me sitting on the floor behind it. If he noticed I ' d been crying, he didn ' t say anything. He just picked me up and said : Hello, this is fine business, finding my trusty stenographer asleep on the job ! Well, no wonder ! Look at the time. All good business people knock off at half-past four, and here it is nearly five. T tell you what, it ' s not often you ' ll find a stenographer that ' ll stick to the job hkc this. 1 don ' t know what I ' d have done without you today, Mary Patsy. He looked at his watch again. I reckon y ou can gu now, Mary Patsy, and will you tell your mother Pll be late to supper because I ' m awfully busy getting up your pay-roll — and other things ? I went, but I kind of hated to go. because as a business woman 1 fch like 1 ought to know what they were going to say about politics and judges and a ' l. Katie Dal?: Mitchell. When the sun sinks lower, lower. Streaking western skies. With its tints of purple, crimson Reflected in your glowing eyes. When the wind stirs softly, softl -. Through the grass and through the trees. In your face there is a radiance Which none, save me, watching sees. — Evelyn Carpenter, March the Tipenty- first The wind is blowing today, today, And there ' s never a cloud in the sky, The long cold winter has slipped away And springtime surely is nigh. The red buds are out on the maple trees. And green points are thrust through the ground Where the hyacinths and the fleur-de-les In a few more weeks will be found. The robins are hopping across the lawn Where the dandelion lifts its bright head. For now, defeated old winter has gone. And the yoiuig Spring reigns in his stead. And so to the Spring let all honor abound. Let the welkin with praise of her ring. For the glory and beauty she scatters around. Oh. the gladness and joy of Spring! — K.aiTHERINE SeE. Lines to You stood there In the distance On a lofty mountain Offering me imtold Gain. I journeyed many a month towards That mount of friendship. But found when I reached it A barren Plain. — Dorothy Block. Q ' he Kindness of Lydid The art of transplanting anything succcssfullly is quite difficult; if one is well versed in the work, the plant will live and flourish, provided it has constant care. ' et more often, it refuses to become accustomed to its new surroundings and conditions, and no matter how much care it receives, it will eventually droop, and wither away. When their daughter undertook to transplant old man Henderson and his wife from the low, rambling brick house in the midst of hundreds of blue-grass acres, to the noisy bustle of the enterprising small city in which she lived, she failed to understand the hidden, unexpressed yearning that appeared on their faces when the subject was mentioned. She thought she was being a dutiful daughter by thus doing the very best thing for them. Everybody agreed that it zi ' as the very best thing — the couple were growiiig old. they could no t care for the large house and farm, and no reliable servants could be obtained — and so they told Lydia what a noble thing she was doing in taking her mother and father into her well-ordered home. It was wonderful, in a way — for who wants to be burdened with old people these days? And so Lydia swelled with self-admiration as she brought the old couple to town one Sunday morning in her car. It was only after an hour of persuading, pleading, and begging on the part of Lydia that old man Henderson consented to enter the automobile — and then she had to promise that Jim, the negro man who stayed at the place, would bring his horse to town the very first thing the next morning. I wouldn ' t give one good thoroughbred for a million of these pesky machines, grunted the old man, as he gingerly relaxed on the soft-cushioned seat . Mrs. Henderson said very little, though her eyes turned back often toward the place she was leaving — where she and Tom had been so happy ; where they had raised their children, facing the struggles of life fearlessly together. Still, she mused, it was so sweet of Lydia to want them — it showed she was thinking of their welfare When the car stopped in front of the pretentious stucco house on Ashland Avenue, Lydia got out, holding the door open for her father and mother. The old man hesitated ; his wife leaned over and patted his hand. Come. Tom. she said gently, we ' re here, and he aroused himself and climbed out of the car. Thus the old people, already in the evening of life, were placed in a strange, new environment, and, at first, they were bewildered. Old man Henderson hated the whole house — especially the living room. There wasn ' t a comfortable chair in it, he declared to himself. He greatly preferred their own bed-room, which Lydia had condescendingly permitted them to fix up with their own furniture, taken from their room in the old brick house. It was here that he spent most of his time — it was the only place in which he could smoke in comfort. With Mrs. Henderson, it was different. Whether women are more adaptable, or whether she really liked it — at any rate, the gentle little woman, with her silvery hair, entered gaily into her new life — going with Lydia shopping, caUing — even to bridge parties. What she enjoyed most, though, was riding down town in the car, and sitting in it — alone — when it was parked on the side of the street. She delighted to watch the endless stream of people passing up and down Main Street — never tiring of wondering the why and whither of their ceaseless passing. She could not persuade Tom to accompatiy her on any of those trips, how- ever — the only way he would go down town was on horseback, despite the warn- ings of Lydia. People soon came to regard him as a fixture in their daily lives — the straight, military figure of the grey-haired old man, riding through the streets on his big bay saddle-horse. He liked to do this — it pleased him to imagine that Time had slippped back sixty-five or seventy years — and he was a young man in a gray cavalry uniform, galloping up to the hotel, and striding in like a general. But, alas ! he was eighty-five, the gray uniform had long since served as rations to an army of moths, and the hotel — once a o v, frame structure — was now a veritable palace of stone and mortar. And old man Henderson knew that he- would be arrested by the first cop if he attempted to gallop Major down Main Street. But one day — it was court-day, and the streets were crowded — the old man, on his high-spirited horse, got crowded between two street-cars and would have been killed had not some one caught hold of the frightened horse ' s bridle and led him to safety up a quiet street. Henderson never meant to tell any of them about it at home, but as luck would have it, Frank Crawford — Lydia ' s husband — had seen the whole thing from the window of his ofifice. and of course told his wife that evening when he came home. Father shouldn ' t ride any more, he remarked. He ' s getting old, and it ' s too dangerous. Lydia agreed, and so, back to the farm went Major, despite the old man ' s protests. Frank, like Lydia, was good to his father-in-law, and thought he was doing the best thing for him — but Henderson, in his heart, never forgave him for de- priving him of his only pleasure. Frank was a broker — and though he sometimes played the races a little too heavily — was a thoroughly good man — a fine man. thought old man Henderson : the only thing against him was that he was a damned Yankee! After this, Henderson wandered around as if lost — he didn ' t care to walk down town ; the crowd jostled him too much, and he couldn ' t see anything — so he took to making short walks around the neighborhood. Thus, one dav, he dis- covered something that gave him a new interest in life. In walking through the city park, he came upon a group of old men dis- cussing vociferously the topics of the day— though more often recoUectin ' past events. They invited old man Henderson to join them, and he entered into tlu ' ii discussions witli oagi ' rncss. llicy soon found liiat In- could icll more tales than any of them, and they let him talk. They even formed, among themselves, what they called The Old Gentlemen ' s Chih. This was the happiest day of his life. — when old Judge Harper arose, leaning on his stick, and announced that Mr. Thomas Shelby Henderson was president, because, he remarked, turning to old man Henderson, Sub, you are the tine.sl Kentucky gentleman of us all. Jlenderson ' s eyes glowed; he got up, straightened his military figure to its full height. 1 thank ou. gentlemen, he said, God grant I may always be worthy of that tribute. They met every afternoon, and each day they discussed important subjects. They told each other, disgustedly, how the government should be run, what should be done about the tariff — t hey even thought of forming a committee to clean up the Senate, as they expressed it. Of course, they never did, and their opinions meant nothing to nobody, yet it brought them uiialloyed satisfaction. More often, though, wearying of this, they would turn to old man Henderson, and say: Now, sub, let ' s have a storv about tiic good old davs. . nd he would acquiesce proudly. I ' ll never forget the day Morgan took charge of the Lexington Rifles, gentle- men. and the old gentlemen would lean forward eagerly. This was their favorite. 1-iut the summer days soon passed, and it grew too cold to come to the park. They told each other goodbye sadly, and said, Xext spring ; yet they knew some of them would never see next spring. Henderson, himself, was stunned. Why, he bail thought this would go on forever — to be without the Club was like being without meat and drink. . s the weeks passed, he realized more and more what it meant to him. At tirst, he would tr)- to talk to Frank ' s friends when they came to the house — but no one cared to hear his stories of the Confederate days, and when he ventured a remark on current topics, the} ' stared at liim in surprise, then began talking of something else. Even l.ucy. his w-ife. refused to humor him — she, with Lydia, was lost in a whirl of clubs, receptions, and card parties — and seemed to forget the lonely old man, who wandered through the house aimlessly. Finally, bis loneliness de- veloped in his beai t one great longing — to go back to the old brick house, the only place on earth that would ever be home for him. His longing obsessed his whole being — until, at last, Mrs. Henderson and Lydia. coming home late one night from a concert, found him delirious, tossing on his bed in a high fever. They were frightened — and Lydia ran to call the doctor, w-hile his wife took his hot hand in her old trembling one, and called him, anxiously — but to no avail. He stared at her with wild eyes, then turned toward the wall, muttering inco- herent words. The doctor, a self-important specialist, pronounced it tvphoid — and Mrs. Henderson was frantic. She had neglected him. she had been so wrapt uji in her new life that she had left Tom entirely to himself — if he died — she broke into tears on Lydia ' s shoulder. Nonsense, Mother, she comforted her, it was as much my fault as yours. The days dragged on : old man Henderson grew no better, nor no worse — though he recognized no one. Then one night, his fever went suddenly higher ; he talked incessantly. The physician came, but said he could do nothing — that time would tell. Mrs. Henderson, again the gentle little woman of the farm days, sat by her husband ' s bed, holding his burning hand, and listening to his delirium, each word gripping her heart. Don ' t go to the lecture, Lucy ; stay with me. I never see you any more. Again — Why don ' t you all come to the park any more, gentlemen? Did I ever tell you about the time we crossed the Cumberland, and made that raid in Ohio ? Yankees right behind us, too or, breaking off, he would start something else. Lucy, did Jim get enough hands to break the hemp? Why wasn ' t I there? I ' m so tired of these street cars and these pesky old machines — where ' s Major? — Lucy, let ' s go home — home — no, no — you don ' t love me any more And she would interrupt, crying : Oh, Tom, Tom, don ' t say that ! I do love you, I do ! We ' ll go home, when you get well He looked at her, the light of understanding dawning in his eyes. Home? he repeated, slowly. Yes, yes, Tom. As soon as you get well From that time, he grew better — better and happpier — for, during his con- valescent days, his wife sat by his side and knitted, while he talked in his customary way. Then, one day, he noticed that she had on her hat, and upon asking what it meant, she answered nervously: I ' m going to make a call with Lydia. He said nothing, and she went on. Thus it happened on other occasions, and so, each day that passed, she was with him less — until, at last, he rarely ever saw her. He was practically well, and finally, one day, timidly broached the sub- ject of going home, as she was preparing to go out some place. Home ! she answered, surprised. Why, Tom, dear, you know that ' s out of the question entirely. There are no servants — you and I can ' t take care of things. We had better remain here. Surprised, he regarded her wonderingly. But, when I was sick, you said ' Yes, I know, Tom. I had to do that — can ' t you understand? Now, good- bye, dear — or I ' ll be late for Mrs. Van Arsdall ' s reception. And don ' t say any- thing to Lydia — it hurts her if you seem unhappy. And she left. Thus people, unwittingly, can destroy the most cherished dreams. Robbed of this last hope, Henderson became again the lonely old man he had been before his illness, rarely ever leaving the house. Dimly, he saw the long. ciiijit} ' years before liini — but, strangely enougli, he did not experience any poig- nant pain or disappointment — he was beyond that. So he sat, day by day, near the open fire in the hving room — lie had once hated it, but it did not matter now. lie hked to watch tlie glowing embers — burning slowly, then dying down, one liy one. It reminded him of those old campfires of the long ago — yet now, he attempted to tell his thought to no one. Frank ' s and Lydia ' s friends, comiifg in and out, scarcely noticed the old man in the corner. They would speak to him hurriedly, then after they had left, say to one another : How good it is of Lydia to take care of her poor old father! I wouldn ' t do it ! France.s Grant. TIE DALE MITCHELL MObTPOFULAR- ELSIE J0NE5 BE5T DANCEK - LUCILE LISTER CUTE5T- SUSIE SMITH Statistics ffi5TA1HlITE-MK ' HATOWVE Statisttcs Nightfall The sky is. just tlie shade of hhie Which soon will he a deeper hue ; It is too light the stars to see, It is not dark enough night to he ; It is the time when silhouettes Show best, clear-cut, against the west ; ' Tis the silent moment between day and night. When the earth is in shadow and the sky is scarce light. The western sky, a while ago, Was tinged with fading goodnight glow ; In a little while gold stars will appear And look down on us silently, large and near. Even now. that steeple drawn there on the blue Is gently fading from our view ; The world will soon be wrapped in shade. And the listening silence that He has made. — Nan Bruex. Miss Higgins, may 1 go up to swim? Why, I suppose so, daughter, But be sure you cover every hmb When you go near the water. Your bathing suit is much too short, It really is quite shocking! When you indulge in such sport. Be sure you wear your stockings. And wrap a coat about your form. For there is always danger Of taking cold unless you ' re warm. And then, you might meet a stranger. — Fr.ances Grant. WiER (in Art department) : Miss Meyer, may I paint some sandwiches? Miss Meyer: Why. Vernette, what are you studying up here, anyway, interior decoration ? gmia: Miss School. r (at table): Won ' t you have some more potatoes. Vir- a? Virgini. : Oh, just a mouthful. (And Miss .schoolar fills her plate.) Miss L.a.t.a.ne : Will you please name the first seven presidents of the U. S. ? Shirley H. (under her breath) : Sorry, but their parents got ahead of me. Hi! Lo! THE j AT m BIG HAHG OUT.l RUSHED TO THE WINDOW TO SwHO WAS -maRE ilND C ILLED Ol T TO MT AT NT TO JB| WEIY I Sflv T A ijUl Arrow and I come Roij r, UP THE DRIVE. When the Qi. reached the TEPS gf SPRANG OUT. GBGATl b Wh IT ID THEY HAVE ? ThSY HAD COME FBOM THE DlREGTllOH ' Slf ISLAND BUI THAT MCAKT NOTPiiNG TO we. The ken carhied Dam Iv-: of r-1 in THcm. ARMS. I DREW BACK- jTARTUPiD. TheY WBRG PIUNG THSi l on TRS PORCH IN 3r5? EFFSCT.ThiS was BETOTSID CTY ■£« ji ' ' i i RUSHED TO THE TEL,GPHoMB 10 CALL l R. -W OP [oUCE. AfTEIR DESCRIBING THE MEN. To MK HB SAID ' ThBY ARE OUT ON « | They are two young men prow. C K 1 o rbsie, cone. TO OUR TOWN TO VISIT THEIR PRATERRTITY BROTHERS, TlR. l AND HIS BROTHBrTby To DETAIN THBIM TIL I COME f 1 BUSHED BACK TO THE TO DoW BUT ALAS ! ThS CAR AAJA.S DISAPPEARING OVER. THE JHH TOVJARD THE f l ThE GBHTLE BREEZE COlsrVEYEJD TO M.Y - ' eaJ THE S OUND P fcjt S AMD I ICNEW AT ONCE IHE MEN HAD fl -S THARL QUE COLtLD THE WLNE BE jf I ' D THE CELLAR ? 1 i ED THE AWD THE W ' ' D THE J JSto aid CIG OW THIS AVJPUL 1 WhAT A. STRftiN ! Spying the ' V | bottde op C ' P ins 1 applied it in DOVJWPOrJRS. Exercises As if we were not buried In work up to our eyes, They gave us unbegrudging The joy of exercise. Whose heart has not beat faster ? What pleasure it did bring ! My mind turns back with rare delight Unto the chicken-wing. Ah me ! again 1 must recall Those days that w-ere so good ! When we were breathing deeply O ' er the art of chopping wood. Oh remember, on those cold days We got down into the snow. Whene ' er they gave that dear command : On your knees, get set. now go ! Who has not gained more grace Or lost pounds over night? By that oft-repeated order, Trunks bending, left and right. All these and many others Till we almost broke our backs. Till we almost fell to pieces Being human jumping-jacks. But there ' s good in all things bad, We ' ll not be stiff, or helpless For when we ' re aged and despised Because in youth we exercised ! — Frances Gr. nt. ■rilKl ' -l-: REASONS WHY WE FLUNK iD.O ' t ■ -Coo-r7 - ' s a.-7 ' xrS he. co-r i c J4 G.61 0-7-1 be. -ct Se-c f • •2 ec7 - 7 « ei 1 - £ fa. cyir - 7 ( 2). o-y J- hosa f ccir h cc t e. a s pec • _ f Some people have a snap, but Lucille MacAshan has ginger snaps. Can you feature that? said Miss Stuart as she put Lucy Page ' s drawing on the first page. The end has come, ' said Miss Williamson as she finished calling out the mail. AuGUST. S. : Look here. I don ' t want this picture of me to go in the annual. It looks like a fish. Lauk. ' . : Well, you should have thought of that before you had it taken. Why do they say that Chapel Hall is rapidly be- coming a second Greenwich Village? Oh, I suppose just because there are two studios, a few painters, and you have to go down a few steps to get there. The most optimistic girl in Mary Baldwin is the one who expects to find her apple still at her place at the table when she goes back to get it. MARl] JANE IDRITES MOTHER It ' s beastly wearing to have to manage with one maid. She gives the punkest waves. Played a neat game this afternoon. Bas- ket ball is so rough. I feel a total wreck. I wore Bobby ' s sweater. It is just too cute for any- thing. Baths — why, Mother — it ' s perfectly ghastly. The wierdest arrangements you can possibly imagine. You asked me if we studied. Heavens, yes. It bores one to death — but I suppose that is what some people come to school for. One must suit all tastes, I suppose. Oh ! I got an A in cooking. I think I ' ll get married ! Ran down to have my picture taken for the annual. It ' s a discouraging job. Such a cute date last night — and an- other Kappa Ducha pin. This one has rubies. It ' s getting to be an art. Bobby is a generous boy. ( wffi, A r.( .r : t-J Dates Time — 1860 — eight p. m. Place — In the parlors of the Aiiyiista Female Seminary, Staunton, Va. Dis- tributed about the room are small, stiff-backed rose-wood chairs. They are ar- ranged, strange to say, in groups of two, but by groups — do not let US infer to our readers that these were chummy, cosy groups. Each chair was placed from its mate at least four feet, and the glistening horse hair and stiffly-starclied tidies challenged its holder to be comfortable. At the left is a bay window, its lace curtains modestly drawn — and before it an ornate Phesian urn donated to the Augusta Female Seminary by one of its well-in- tentioned benefactors — and filled with long, wavy, dried grasses of the most remarkable colors. One might imagine that in cases of necessity these would make excellent whisk-brooms. On the wall at the left of the windows are many pictures, including a heavily framed oil of Robert E. Lee and opposite over the sealed marble fireplace is a corresponding picture of General Washington at an early age zvhen he wore high winged collars and much mar- celled hair. As the curtain goes up, tzvo little ladies of ihc Seminary are sitting gently on the horse-hair chairs. Their skirts are bouffant to a crinoline degree and their sleeves, very tiny and puffed. Their hair is done high, making them look like little doivager duchesses. We notice as the little girl on the right nods her head that she has a little nest of the daintiest curls at the back of her elaborate coiffure. Faith — But Constance, you sliould not be so independent and rash — those curls — you know Miss Prudence will make you tuck them under and then she will give you some extra punishment. She considers them to be affected and unmaidenly, you know. Constance — I don ' t care — truly I don ' t. Only, tonight I must look my very best. Alexander has such exquisite taste and I know that he will appreciate them. I ' ll tell you a secret, too if you ' ll promise never, never to tell. Look at me real hard and see if you can guess it. You will think it disgraceful. Faith looks at Constance seriously and then .uiv.s: Tell me ([uickly. CoN.sTANCE — Look at my cheeks. They were so very pale that I dabbed the tiniest bit of red rouge on them and now I am so afraid that he might notice. (Faith looks scandalized.) Hush, I think Adiss Prudence is coming. I hear her black skirt. (As Miss Prudence, a tall and formidable lady, enters at the right. Faith and Constance rise and courtsey deftly. Miss P. pats her black mils into place.) Miss Fai th — Miss Constance — ' ou realize. T am very certain, that one of Dates 6 TiMii — 1923 — scvcii-thirly p. m. I ' l.Ac ' i ' . -The same as in .Id I, only nozc il is called the parlors of the Mary Haldzvin Seminary, and a few minor changes have taken place. The rosewood furniture has changed its upholstery from black horsehair to tan background tapestry. One or two sofas have been added to the col- lection. The starched tidies are gone. George Washington and Robert li. Lee are gone, and in their places are large prints of an Italian Gobelez and a landscape of New England, both in heavily gilded frames. The ornate Phesian urn that one of Mary Baldwin ' s ivelTintentioned benefactors had donated, has long been shattered by the fling of a romantic university man ' s gesture, and in its place is a modest tabouret which holds a flourishing Maiden ' s Hair Fern. .Ill in all, it is quite evident that this little haven far from the brutal world has not been entirci immune to the passing of time. .Is the curtain iioes up — .J handsome soldierly young man is sitting on a chair at the left busily engaged in flicking imaginary specks from his immaculate blue-gray uniform. At the door on the right, a tall, dark, bob-haired girl enters and hesitates a moment in the doorway. Her long black dress is wrapped tightlv about her figure, giving an impression of dignity which her flaunt- ing hair imedimately contradicts. Her lips are reddened, daringly, and her cheeks are vivid. The cadet rises slowly to his feet. Cadet — ' Lo, Cecil, how ' s the life of Paris? Pretty snappy — kid — pretty snappy. I ' m not very glad to see }ou, not so very much. I ' ut Lord, vi hat a place! Thought at the door I ' d have to present my birth ceiiificate and a recommendation from my state senator to get in. Cecil — Oh, P obby. S ' all right. How are you, any ways. ' ' — (Looking around) — But for pity ' s sake — you must be drunk or some- thing — why not grab the sofa while the grabbing ' s good ? There ' ll be a gang in pretty quick. (They sit down on the sofa. He plays with the tassel on her sleeve.) Bobby — What? — (with much feeling.) Cecil — Yes, of course, ou ' re kind of early — on time 1 mean, we are ahead of the crowd. There are going to be ten other dates tonight. Bobby — Take me home. (In pretended despondency) — Do you mean to say, Cecil, that I have to sit u]! here and hold your hand while | other people sit around and snici;er . ' Cecil — They won ' t laugh — I mean (she gives an embarrassed laugh) — 1 I860 the greatest privileges of the school is being bestowed upon you young ladies — You are having callers tonight, not because we wish you especially to see these callers, but merely because we think it wise and fitting for our young ladies to be perfectly at ease while presiding over a well-appointed drawing room — to do so in a graceful and formal manner. (She takes a small book from the table, and takes out a brilliant purple marker. She reads): Young ladies should never allow the tips of their slippers to show, but should retain them modestly beneath their flounces. Young ladies should not slouch or recline, but should sit grace- fully with their hands folded, thus keeping them from meddling with their ker- chiefs, which is decidedly unbecoming. A young lady remains seated at all times, unless, of course, a member of the faculty enters or she feels the necessity of fainting. A young lady should maintain a low, even, well modulated voice. Before entering a room a young lady should quickly say to herself — ' Papa, Potatoes, Prunes and Prisms, ' which leaves the mouth in its desired position. (She closes the book.) The rest you know. Faith and Constance — Yes, Miss Prudence. (She scrutinises the girls through her pinccs ncz. Frowning) Miss Constance — You will please very quickly tuck up those ludicrous curls and tomorrow at four you may come to my room and work an extra hour on your sampler. (At the door an old white-haired negro enters and announces): Mr. Hamilton Lee Dickerson. (Miss Prudence rises and greets him, if such you could call it.) We are delighted to extend the hospitality of the school to Miss Dickerson ' s brother. (She turns.) Miss Dickerson ! F.vith comes forivard and quite mat- ter-of-factly holds up her cheek for her very ill-at-ease brother to kiss. From the sofa Constance lets a very audible sigh escape from her lips.) Miss Prudence Miss Faith, you may see your brother in the back parlor. (They go through the door at the back. TJic butler rc-cutcrs.) Lieutenant Alexander J. Montrose II. (A tall, ha)uisomc youth in the uniform of the southern army .•itcps briskly into the room ami bo-n ' s solruDily. He has carefully clipped dark side-hums and his black hair shines in the lamp light. As he enters Constance starts eagerly — remembers, and retains her composure calmly. Miss Prudence goes forward and he bozvs again, graciously over her hand — she is pleased, but yet a little sus- picious.) We are delighted to extend the hospitality of the school to a friend of Miss Austin ' s and also to a son of Major Montrose ! Miss Constance? (She bounds forzvard, then again remembering, recovers her poise and slyly peeping up at Miss Prudence extends her hand to Alexander and courtseys very primly.) Miss P. — May you have a delightful evening, exchanging reminiscences and bits of news. (She takes a paper and a book from the table and sits in the bay window. Constance and the Lieutenant sit on the horse-hair chairs at the right.) im $f 1923 ,,,,. that of CUU.-.C vou won ' t l.,l.l „,v ban,l. lU.t IU,HMy t.ll me what ' s going „„ „, ,u. world. Wlu. ' s .narrica who and who ,. cn,a«ol . ' 1 feci hke Id been buried. Ifs up to Nou to bring me to earth and light again, hkc th.y are d. nig to all those mummies and things in sunny old Egypt- BoBBY-Oh, nothing much has happened but h.,w come you know o much about the dead kings and what not .■ ' Cecil— Don ' t laugh at me. I ' m getting edu cated, and besides, we have current events. When did— (a lozv cat call interrupts Ckcil ' s question.) Bobby— What the dickens is that . ' ' (The whistle is heard again. Around the corner of the door at the right, a hright-eycd, little girl with hair suggestive oj taffy is trying to get the date ' s attention.) Girl— Hey Ci-Ci Look at me. (She smiles appealingly.J Havmg a good time Here ' s something for 3-ou. (She throivs her candy kiss ) CECiL-Ci a stage whisper)— Come on in, Mutty. (Aside to Hobby.j It s MuTTY, mv room-mate, you know. She ' ll only stay a minute. (Mutty steals into the room, first looking carefully to sec that she is not observed ' At first glance we think that she might be May Murray or Our Mary. A perfect ingenue type, with flighty blue eyes and long up-curhng lashes.) MtJTTY— So this is Bobby— the great one and only. (She holds out her hand.) I ' m glad to get a look at the person who ff ff gets so many letters and so much raving out of Cecil. It ' s a feat— honestly it is. Cecil— Ooooooh— You know you are fibbing, Mariann I-uooks. ou don ' t believe her, do you, Bobby? (Thex are . fill .standing.) Bobby— Sit down— Can ' t we ? t ti i r-i- i Mutty— Don ' t dare— Cecil would shoot me if I should. (To boBJ— Uul you see me down town today? I was with the teacher and the three other girls. ' Member? ,. ; i Bobby— U-huh. Yea, I remember. Mad on a gray coat. ( l cry vaguely.) Mutty— No, no, a black suit. I ' ve got to tear along, Cecil, honey. Some- one will catch me in here, and wring my neck or something. Good-bye, Bobby- Come over and see us again. CEciL-CiVo so very enthusiastically )- T)on ' i go, Mutty. No one s commg. (As she says this, Mutty . s out of the parlors, almost trippmg up on her long taffeta dress. She throws a kiss from the doorway.) Bobby— Who ' d vou sav she was ? Room-mate ? Cecil— Yea. Isn ' t she sweet ? I just adore her. ' Course she is .sort of silly, but cute, anvway. She ' s young, you see. I860 Constance (in a loud voice that Miss P. may hear) — And did you have a pleasant trip coming over from camp, Lieutenant Montrose? (Then in a loiv whisper) — Alex, it is wonderful — a lieutenant — I can hardl} ' believe it. You must be very smart. And your uniform becomes you so. VLEx (also in a loud voice) — Oh, yes, indeed. Miss Con- stance, I had an excellent trip over, I assure you. The day was so fair I interested myself in deep meditations. (Then): Oh, Constance, does that awful ogre stay glaring in her place all evening? Is there no time — no place — that I may see you alone — just for an evening — an hour — a few minutes. I have so much that I want to tell you and I can never say it here. ( ' Miss P. unintentionally alloivs the paper she is reading to form a barrier between the couple in the room. Ale.x pushes his chair a little nearer to Constance ' s. Constance — I don ' t see why we can ' t talk here. (She glances coqitettishly up at him.) You are making large demands. Ah, I know. It is because you are a lieutenant now. I know it is their custom. (She laughs.) But indeed, sir, if you so object to seeing me here, you will have to wait until happy spring time. Alex — Do not be angry with me, Constance. For you know- well that I do not mean what you infer. There is no one that I would rather see, than you, under any conditions. I have longed all week to talk to you. (Constance clutches his arm yearningly as she sees Miss Prudence lower her paper.) Constance (in a loud voice) — Yes, I am enjoying my studies immensely. (Miss P. is satisfied and goes on with her reading. Quite accidentallv Constance ' s tiny hand rests in Alex ' s for the fczvcst minutes. Then blushing vividly she withdraws it.) Ale.x — Can ' t we arrange a meeting somewhere, Constance . ' Outside of these iron walls? If you care for me at all you will do it. Constance (in wide-eyed amazement) — But Ale.x — who said — you take so much for granted. (In his earnestness Alex appears all the handsomer. His dark eyes flash, and his bronzed cheeks redden.) It is nine-thirty. Faith ' s brother and the lieutenant Inn ' c both departed. Miss Prudence and Faith and Constance are sitting in the parlor. Constance is quiet and wist- ful and hardly seems aware of the others ' presence. Miss Prudence — Young ladies — I think you conducted your evening with merit, I am sorry that I had to reprimand you. Miss Constance, on account of your curls — but next time you will remember. (Constance has awakened from her trance.) CoNST.vNCE — I am deeply grieved, too, Miss Prudence, that I should have caused you that embarrassment. But thank you so much for our evening ' s pleasure. Miss Prudence —It is past the time of retirement. goes from the room and the txvo qirls following her.) [curtain] mLJ We must go. (She 1923 Bobby — Are you supposed to come runnini, ' in that way? (iosli. Give every- one a treat, is that the idea ? Cecil — I didn ' t think you ' d mind, and she only stayed a minute, dear. Bobby — I don ' t believe I ' m really ever going to be able to see j ' ou when we can talk — really talk, I mean, Cecil. A lot of time ' s gone now, and we haven ' t even started. This seems like an insane asylum or something, and it makes me feel funny. Cecil — Trust it isn ' t the company you are keeping that suggests an insane asylum, old dear. Bobby — Oh, gosh, you know what I mean, (Three boys have entered the door at the left.) Cecil — Oh, look, Bobby. That ' s Larry from W. L. Oh, I ' ve never seen him close before. I think he ' s a tack. And I guess that ' s Rue Dobson and H rry Hogden with him. Rue ' s got a date with Harriet Hopkinson and she has never seen him, and she ' s scared that she may get the wrong man. Bobby — Yea, that ' s Hogden — (to the tail youth ivith the artist face) — ' Lo, there, Hogden. How ' d you get over ? Hogden — Hello. Oh — and Cecil. You ' re ahead of us. (He has soft dreamy eyes, but Cecil doesn ' t like him. Bobby zs. ants him to leave. It is quite no- ticeable.) Cecil — Help Dobson out over there. He ' s got a date with a girl he doesn ' t know. When she comes in, let him know who and which she is, will you? Otherwise, his vagueness may make the mis- tress of ceremonies, what ' s her name? — suspicious. You won ' t mind. He ' s afraid he ' s getting a lemon. Cecil — Yea, I ' ll show him who she is. Here they come now. (Two girls can be seen in the doorway.) Hogden — Hey, Dobson — C ' mere quick. (He goes over.) Here she comes now Bobby — Gosh, the chaperon is with them — not so good. Cecil— Harriet ' s the one in the green dress. Dobson — The one on the right — Gee, she ' s a peach. (He starts forward.. Cecil catches him.) Cecil — No — (laughing) — the one on the left with the dark hair. What ' s the matter, are you color blind or something? That other girl has on a blue dress. (He goes over and meets the girls and Bobby and Cecil are once more able to talk.) Bobby — Well Cecil — I couldn ' t help it. (The room now has several couples in it.) Now, don ' t be cross, ' cause you know I don ' t like you vv ' hen you ' re cross. (She smiles sweetly at him.) 1923 Bobby — Honestly, Cecil , if I didn ' t like you such an awfully lot, I ' d kill you- — you ' re so dam — not indifferent exactl} ' — but Cecil — Oh — (in surprise and reproach) — You don ' t mean that — oh, terri- ble. I ' m not going to play. (A rather homely though striking girl with flaming red hair has entered.) Oh, Bob — there is Marcia. Jones. She ' s the one I told you about- — you know, who is so crazy about Monk Andrews. She wants to see you. You ' ve met her. Sticky — (The girls comes over) Sticky — (coming toivards them — Bob rises)- Oh, there you are. Hello — Bob, I just had to see you for a minute. And Cecil is such an angel that .she told me I might. I ' ll only stay a minute. (Bob gii. ' es Cecil a look that is wore eloquent than words. They sit down.) Bobby — Want me to tell Monk something for you ? Sticky — Yea — just loads of things, but that ' s not all. I ' ve lost his pin and he ' ll die if he knows it, so I wondered if you could get me one — and swear not to tell him anything about it ? See ? I ' ll send you a check. Bobby. Sure. I ' ll send it to you this week if I can get it. Sticky — I ' l run along now, ' cause I don ' t want to keep you, and I want to see Barbara ' s man a minute. Thanks, loads. Bob, and let me know how much it is. By-bye, Cecil, honey. Have a good time. Bobby — (with a grin on his face) — Honesth ' this is so dumb, it ' s funnv — Who is the next on the list? Aren ' t there a few more in the school? I ' d like to see them all while the show is on. The more the merrier. Let ' s see a few of the teachers ' now. (The nine-twenty-five bell has rung. The parlors are nozv full of chattering men and girls. Some of them get up to go. Cecil and Bobby are still on the sofa, so deep in conversation that evidently they have not heard the bell.) Bobby — You ' ll try to get out to your aunt ' s? Then I ' ll see you. Next Saturday? Oh, Lord, I can ' t wait! Passing Cadet — ' Night, Cecil — tell Kate hello for me. Cecil — (as if she has just waked up) — Why Bob, everybody almost has gone. Did you hear the bell ? I didn ' t. You ' ll have to go. It ' s not so good to be the last one, you know. I ' ll get off Saturday. I ' ll let you know, anyways. I wish you could stay longer. Bobby — You ' ll get to your aunt ' s if you want to. I ' ll know really if you want to see me. (Then) — There are two boys still over there. Do I have to go now ? Cecil — Yes. Come on. Let ' s speed. Those are Seniors, and if you want to stay longer you mustn ' t pick out a dumb one like me. ' cause I ' ll never be a .Senior. Bobby — I love you just the same, old dear. They go out. The curtain falls.) Slu- Stood by the Window Waiting — waiting - Clothed in Pajamas and SHppers. The wondnms ni hi Air felt Cool! As the stray Moonbeams Played amoiig the cuil Her curly Bobbed hair. Why didn ' t He Come? She had waited So long. She was Desperate. A footstep is Heard below Ah! At last ! She glances down. He Gives The signal. Up- up — up ! ! She takes (?) From the basket At the same time Yelling Bring on the spoons It ' s melting; !!! of — Elizabeth Warner. Knockers I ' ve searched the gift shops o ' er and o ' er To find a knocker for my door, There are baskets full of flowers packed And parrots perched on swinging racks, I like ' em all, but dare not risk it For what is better than a Beaten Biscuit? — Elizabeth ' arner. VJe Tlomindte to the Rail of Fame Elsie Jones — Because she can slick her hair back without the use of bando- line better than any girl in school. iRGiNiA BoxLEY — Because she can wiggle her ears and scalp at the same time. Martha Griffin — Because she has not gotten one demerit this year. Nancy Lee Clark — Because she ' s from Bosto n. Dorothy Bell — Because she wields a hefty arm on the drum. Mary Hargrave — Because she can laugh loudest and longest over nothing. Gertrude Pierce — Because she presides with aristocratic dignity over her candy shop — and we do admire dignity. Jane Harman — Because she can snap her gum. L. ura Vaughan — Because she roanas around every third, fourth, and fifth period. (Excuse annual work.) Tiel Lister — Because she ' s sure to either be with Mr. Al G. Field or Mr. Zeigfield some dav. ' t .aimh. « % Reading Matter at M. B. S. .A Feed Ding, dong! The clock in the hall strikes Two. An alarm is heard In Memorial Followed by similar sovmds In Hill Top, Sky High, McCIung. Little ( ?) feet patter down The Covered Way. All is still?! A kimona parade stumbles Up Academic steps Food. Hot dogs — cold! Onions. Lighted candle. Muffled voices. One hour later A red-headed figure Too bad Too late ! Stillness ! Evil spirits have Once more sought sleep — Snore — snore ! ! Secret ! Sh-h-h— All is still! All is zvella — Elizabeth Warner. is An M. b. S. Tragedy ' Twas a night dark and lonely. And all through Sky High Not a creature was stirring, Not a sound — not a sigh. When down by the gym There arose such a clatter. Miss Myer rushed out To see what was the matter. The sight that she saw there Made her stop — catch her breath. There lay our brave watchman As quiet as death. She screaniied — came Miss Bones Calm and serene — While Miss Morse descending Threw light on the scene. Miss Higgins heard the clamor, Was aroused from her nap, And dashed gym-ward quite quickly Nor stopped for her cap. Our trusty nurse Hodson Soon rushed to his side; When up on the stairway Miss Morse the girls spied. To the Infirmary, before It ' s too late, she declares, And the whole faculty helping They dragged him down there. The doctor — aroused From his bed in the night Came quickly to save The poor man from his plight. ' Twas nothing so serious As you may have guessed ; But there ne ' er was such turmoil In old M. B. S. ! ! ! — Frances Gr. nt. Afteripord Q As we dram near the end of our annual u;e breathe a sigh of relief and just sit and luonder iphat ]o i ipill think of it. All xue can do is hope it luill please i ou and that i our lenient hearts mill forqiue its mistakes and errors and sai a good ipord for it. We ' ve all luorked hard, ever ] editor has gladlij done her share and euen more, but luhat could lue haue accomplished without qour help and co-operation. That ' s u?hat u;e u?ant to thank i ou for. Q| IPe can neuer giue to TTliss Stuart, TTliss Kleiner and Uliss Strauss all the thanks that are due to them. TTliss Stuart can alu;ai s find time to help and cheer us in our u;ork and to suggest one of her neuer failing ideas. Can ijou imagine our annual u;ithout the art ujork? Tlo small part of the success of this all-important diuision of cThe Bluestockinq is oiuing to the interest and labor of TTliss TTlei er. As for TTliss Strauss — u;ell, u;e all knou; that it u;ould be impossible for TTlari baldujin to publish an annual u;ithout her. LAlumnae Associdtion President Fro-tcm Mrs. Annie Hotchkiss-Howison, Staunton. Virginia Corresponding Secretary Miss Elizabeth Timberlake, Staunton, Virginia Recording Secretary Mrs. Janet Stephenson-Roller, Fort Defiance, Virginia Treasurer Miss Fannie Strauss. Staunton. Virginia Chairman Missionary Scliolarship Committee Mrs. Annie Hotchkiss-Howison. Staunton, Virginia The Alumn;e Association cordially invite,s the 1923 graduates and outgoing students to become members of this organization. The object of the Association is to perpetuate the feeling of loyalty toward the Seminary and to keep the old girls in close touch with the School and with each other. The dues are one dollar initiation fee and one dollar per year thereafter; a payment of ten dollars entitles one to life membership. M. B. S. Directory Q ' edchers llij, ' gins. Miss iVlariaiuui 1 ' M . I . S.. Slauntcm, Va. liateman, Miss Effie Sherwood Ave., Staunton, Va. Hartenstein, Miss Margaret Warrenton, Va. Bell, Miss Mary Lou 241 E. Frederick St., Staunton, Va. Batte, Miss Idyllette Queenstown, Md. Billant, Miss Antoinette 2 Rue Descartes, Brest, France Bones, Miss Priscilla 11 Slosson Terrace, Staten Island. N. Y. Caldwell. Miss Ellen G Wytheville, Va. Crawford, Mrs. George M. B. S., Staunton, Va. Edmundson, Misses Lucy and Gertrude N. Market St., Staunton, Va. Eisenberg, C. F. W. . . .■ ' ' 31 N. Augusta St., Staunton, Va. Eisenberg. Miss Mary Caroline 931 N. Augusta St., Staunton, Va. Fraser, Miss Nora B N. Coalter St., Staunton, Va. Hullihen, Miss Elizabeth C Staunton, Va Hurlbert, Miss Mary F 59 Freemont St., Bloomfield, X. J. Hodgson, Miss Annie P Cobham, Albemarle Co., Va. Kiester, Miss Pearle Staunton, Va. King, Mr. W. W Staunton, Va. Latane, Miss Edith 1412 Park Ave., Baltimore, Md. McFarland, Misses Abbie and Xancy M. B. S., Staunton, Va. McGuinnity, Miss Minnie Churchville Ave., Staunton, Va. Meyer, Miss Gertrude 1216 Linden Ave., Baltimore, Md. Montgomery. Miss Alma E West Augusta, Va. Morse, Miss Lydia Dodge Fort Meadow, Marlborough, Mass. Picaut, Miss Mildred 1317 W. 19th St., Sioux City, Iowa Pignol, Miss Martha 144 72nd St., Brooklyn, N. Y. Price, Miss Nina 2109 Grove Ave., Richmond, Va. Schmidt. R. W N. Market St., Staunton, Va. Schoolar, Miss Norma 2102 10th Ave., Birmingham, Ala. Stiles, Mary Coqtant 1314 New- Hampshire Ave., Washington, D. C. Strauss, Miss Fannie B 315 N. New St., Staunton. Va. Stuart, Miss Flora Wytheville, Va. .Switzer. Miss Virginia W 102 X. Jefferson St., Staunton, Va. Templeton, James L Staunton, Va. Timberlake, Miss Marie Edna Fredericksburg, Va. Walker. Miss Lticy M. B. S.. Staunton. Va. Weaver, Miss Miriam M. B. S.. Staunton. Va. White. Miss India O Charlottesville, Ya., R. F. D.. Xo. 4.. William.son. Miss Helen The Sheridan. 1523 22nd St.. Washington, D. C. Yount. Mrs. Frank L 802 . lleghanv . ve., Staunton, Va. M. 5. S. Directory - Students Aaronson, Virginia Jane Aberdeen, Md. Adams, Annie Pauline The Plains, Va. Alexander, Mary Elizabeth Vine St., Staunton, Va. Allen, Frances Wallace Covington, Va. Alvis, Anne Isabel Fishersville, Va. Ainsley, Nina Pearl Drumright, Okla. Arey, Nancy Loraine Broad St., Danville, Va. Avery, Nella Hart 2113 Hanover Ave., Richmond, Va. Ballew, Dolly Lee Mint Spring, Va. Barker, Anne 1901 Overton Park Ave.. Memphis, Tenn. Barkman, Josephine 301 N. Market St., Staunton, Va. Barlow, Constance Mae 41 Highland Ave., Yonkers, N. Y. Barrett, Linda Prudence 605 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Baylor, Mary Helen Graham, Va. Beach, Nancy 132 Franklin St., Petersburg. Va. Bear, Jessie Sara 359 Sherwood Ave., Staunton, Va. Bear, Dorothy Stickler 359 Sherwood Ave., Staunton, Va. Bell, Grace 217 E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Bell, Elizabeth Virginia 821 W. Main St., Staunton, Va. Bell. Dorothy Tohin 321 W. Laurel St.. San Antonio, Texas Bennett, Eleanor 308 Clay Ave.. Norfolk, Va. Benson, Carolyn Taylor 91 Frost Ave., Frostburg, Md. Benton, Annie Lee Laurinburg, N. C. Bibbee, Frances Virginia 339 Hickman St., Clarksburg, W. Va. Billings, Mary Goodloe ' 608 N. Walnut St., Seymour, Ind. Black-ley, Mary Gilkeson 302 E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Block, Dorothy Josephine 1001 Ocean Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. Block, Lillian Jeannette 1001 Ocean Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. Bond, Juliet Lyle Brooke 141 N. Coalter St., Staunton, Va. Bond, Mary Ion Ardsley Park, Savannah, Ga. Borden, Rebecca Elizabeth 20 Thornrose Ave., Staunton, Va. Bowen, Mary Ellen Witten ' s Mills, Va. Bowen, Louise Stuart 222 Locust St., Bluefield, W. Va. Bowman, Elizabeth Pickne 105 Madison Place, Staunton, Va. Bowman, Dorothy Lewis 204 N. Coalter St., Staunton, ' a. Boxley, Virginia Mansiield Orange, Va. Boxley, Emma Willis Orange, Va. Brand, Madeline Shuey 417 X. Coaker St., Staunton, Va. Bradford, Anne Margaret 216 E. Frederick St., Staunton, Va. Braxton. Agnes Trimble 365 Sherwood Ave., Staunton, Va. Braxton, Mary Tomlin 365 Sherwood Ave., Staunton, Va. Brown, Mary Elizabeth Swoope, Va. Brown, Dorothy 1 10 Park Ave., Charlotte, N. C. Brown, Frances Campbell 228 E. Frederick St., Staunton, Va. Brown, Laura Morrison 228 E. Frederick St., Staunton, Va. Brown, Mary Caroline South Windsor Apts., Connellsville Pa. Brown, Pauline Ruth South Windsor Apts., Connellsville Pa. Brownfield, Eleanor 453 S. 10th St., Opelika, Ala. Bruen, Anne Miller 327 Riverside Ave., Drexel Hill, Pa. Buchanan, Alice Wyatt 603 S. Tryon St., Charlotte, N. C. BuUett, Marion Ellen 168 Clairmont, Buffalo, N. Y. Bull, Mary Virginia Hanover Ave., Larchmont, Norfolk, Va. Burgess, Marcia ElizabetTi 602 National Soo Line Bldg, Minneapolis, Minn. Burkhead, Forrest Whitly Opelika, Ala. Burkholder, Ellen Hanger 519 W. Frederick St.. Staunton, Va. Calhoun, Marion Crawford Fishersville, Va. Campbell, Virginia Mae 303 E. 15th St., Little Rock, Ark. Carleton, Elsie Florence Chilton Hall, Staunton, Va. Carpenter, Evelyn 321 Locust St., Covington, Va. Carleton, Helen Elizabeth Chilton Hall, Staunton, Va. Carper, Helen Anne Churchville, Va. Carr, Allie Barnes 229 Clark St., Clarksdale, Miss. Carrier, Bessie Naomi Mint Spring, Va. Carhart, Evelyn Tabor 212 S. 39th St., Philadelphia, Pa. Carleton, Margaret Frances Chilton Hall, Staunton, Va. Chauncey, Martha Lucille Matewan, W. Va. Chittum, Mary Elizabeth 31 S. Coalter St., Staunton, Va. Clark, Esther Daniel Inverness. Fla. Clark, Nancy Lee Central St., Winchester, Mass. Clark, Margaretta Elizabeth Brookeville, Md. Clarkson, Helen Claribel 2614 Rio Grande, Austin, Texas Clement, Ruth Appomattox, Va. Coffman, Lucy Page 291 Staten Ave., Oakland, Cal. Coney. Retta Fannin 121 E. 45th St., Savannah, Ga. Coiner, Kate Jackson Fishersville, Va. Cook, Eva lone Bellevue Park, Richmond, Va. Coons, Temple N. Augusta St., Staunton, Va. Cox, Lucille 620 Locust St., Bristol, Tenn. Crafton, Catherine Elizabeth 1 14 Fayette St., Staunton, Va. Crafton, Frances Louise 114 Fayette St., Staunton, Va. Craig, Lucille Virginia Route No. 3, Staunton, Va. Crawford, Lillian Frances Route No. 7, Staunton, Va. Cresswell, Rachel 1546 N. 1st St., Abilene, Texas Crockett, Julia Wy theville, Va. Cummings, Virginia Floy Virginia Hotel, Staunton, Va. Curry, Dorothy 115 Prospect St., Staunton, Va. Daniel, Marion Sterling 202 E. High St., Charlottesville, Va. Danner, Mary Artis Brookwood. Va. Danner, Rebecca Elizabeth Brookwood, Va. Davies, Virginia Dare 50 Alleghany St., Clifton Forge, Va. Davidson, Virginia Lewis 311 Berkeley Place, Staunton. Va. Davis, Mary Ellen Cecilton, Md. Deans, Margaret Rountree 306 W. Nash St., Wilson, N. C. Dennis, Jane Navarre 6212 Jackson St., Pittsburgh, Pa. Dickerson, Elizabeth Virginia 330 Tazewell St., S. E. Roanoke, Va. Dixon, Helen Hunter Elizabethton, Tenn. Dobson, Dorthea 609 Cathedral St., Baltimore, Md. Doll, Alice Gertrude New Market, Va. Dudley, Susan Elizabeth 212 N. Washington St., Shelby, N. C. Dunn, Grace Box No. 67, Seymour, Ind. Dunlop, Agnes Lee Gatebo, Okla. Durrance, Creel Tinder 2815 Riverside Ave., Jacksonville, Fla. Dyess, Louise Weatherly 656 West Avenue, Augusta, Ga. Eagle, Carolyn Virginia Ronceverte, W. Va. Edgar, Marguerite Mabel 508 W. Main St., Staunton, Va. Eisenberg, Dorothy Marie 931 N. Augusta St., Staunton, Va. Edmundson, Caroline McCalluni 801 W. Nash St., Wilson, N. C. Fisher, Mary Elisabeth 71 Linden Ave., Dayton, Ohio Fleming, Marian Adair 422 E. Main St., Portland, Ind. Folk, Eleanor Lewis 1702 Blair Boulevard, Nashville, Tenn. Foreman, Mary Margarette 209 W. Main St.. Elizabeth City, N. C. Fought, Juanita Lucille Pennsboro, W. Va. Frazer, Agnes Griffith Newark, Del. Freed, Frances Mariam 222 E. Frederick St., Staunton. Va. Fultz, Marguerite Lyle Spring Hill Road. Staunton, Va. Gage, Margaret Elvira 501 Ave. A East, Hutchinson. Kansas Gainer, Georgia Frances 1911 19th St., Parkersburg, W. Va. Gates, Mildred Sinclair 1346 Park Road, Washington, D. C. Gatewood, Frances Virginia Rodgers Bldg.. Vancouver, B. C, Canada Gayhart, Martha Elizabeth 115 Point St., Staunton, ' a. Gill, Mildred Ann ' ' A Louisville Trust Co., Louisville, Ky. Ginn, Martha Winship 28 Wildwood St., Winchester, Mass. Gochenour, Carolyn Catherine 14 W. Frederick St., Staunton. Va. Gochenour. Dorothy Belle 209 Fillmore St.. Staunton. Va. Goodkic, Kathlft ' ii Coleman 102 C Inirch St., Staunton, Va. Gorin, Lucille Weisiger 61 DeRenne Apts., Savannah, Ga. Gotten, Frances Leona Bartlett, Tenn. Grant, Frances Monroe .705 Fairfax Ave., Norfolk, Va. Grasty, Mary Campbell Box No. 485, Staunton, Va. Grasty, Lucille Olivia Box No. 485, Staunton, Va. Graves, Audrey Liberty Mills, Va. Griffin, Sara 3302 8th St., Meridian, Miss. Griffin, Martha Glover Box No. 224, Rome, Ga. Griffith, Gertrude 314 Sherwood Ave., Staunton, Va. Hagan, Barbara Sittington 416 Church St., Greensboro, N. C. Hamilton, Mary Wilson 8 Tarns St., Staunton, Va. Hamrick, Fleta Blanche . Mt. Sidney, Va. Hancoc k, Marguerite Appomattox, Va. Hargrave, Mary Gray Dinwiddle, Va. Harmon, Jane St. Clair Tazewell, Va. Harris, Mary Lou 205 Churchville Ave., Staunton, Va. Harris, Pauline Elizabeth Mint Spring, Va. Harvey, Sarah Martha 102 .-Xlleghany St., Clifton Forge, Va. Harris, Mary Frances Kenbridge, Va. Harrison, Nina Bedford. Va. Haynes, Shirley Bristol, Tenn. Hearne, Virginia Leah Albemarle. X. C. Hearne, Mary Lilly Albemarle, N. C. Henderlite, Virginia Carolyn 134 S. Marietta St., Gastonia, N. C. Henderlite, Rachel Killinger I.i4 S. Marietta St., Gastonia, N. C. Henderson, Henrietta Jane 5803 Walnut St., Pittsburgh, Pa. Hereford. Edwynne Diddings 906 E. Boulevard, Charlotte, N. C. Hill, Margaret Jane 1572 Virginia St.. Charleston, W. Va. Hogshead, Harriet Harfield 14 Madison St., Staunton, Va. Holt, Margaret Pegram E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Holt, Mary Caperton E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Howard, Katherine Banner Box No. 515, Tarboro, N. C. Howe, Marion Townsend 128 Milton St., Brooklyn, N. Y. Hull, Rosalie 202 E. Guinnett, Savannah, Ga. HuOihen, Louise Winchester The Knoll, Newark, Del. Irvin, Pattie MofTett Route No. 2, Staunton, Va. Jackson, Margaret Nolley Box No. 593, Fayetteville, N. C. Johnson, Roger Belle 2212 Callow Ave., Baltimore, Md. Johns, Frances Elizabeth 1127 X. ,30th St.. Birmingham. Ala. Jones, Rebecca Wyse Lancaster. S. C. Jones, Elsie Walker New Bern, N. C. Junkin, Agnes Penick 335 Vine St., Staunton, Va. Junkin, Nettie DuBois 335 Vine St., Staunton, Va. Kelley, Bonnie Dale Iverness, Fla. Keller, Ruth Elizabeth 1534 Quarrier St., Charleston, W. Va. Kennedy, Elsie Kerah Montgomery Hall, Staunton, Va. Kern, Elizabeth Frances 506 W. Main St., Staunton, Va. Kerr, Virginia Katherine Route No. 6, Harrisonburg, Va. Kingham, Lelia Elizabeth 161 N. Coalter St., Staunton, Va. Kieffer, Virginia Belle Ewing, Ind. Kiracofe, Charlene Madison 24 Church St., Staunton, Va. Kirby, Anna Cleo Greenville, Va. Kirby, Katherine Louise 7426 Devon St., Mt. Airy, Phila., Pa. Lambert, Sarah Bell 29 S. Coalter St., Staunton, Va. Lambert, Elizabeth Box No. 517, Staunton, Va. Lambert, Kitty Burnett Box No. 517, Staunton. Va. Lampkin, Lois Cobb 158 Milledge Ave., Athens, Ga. Landis, Madelene Correathers Weyers Cave, Va. Lewis, Gertrude Elizabeth 614 N. Main Ave., Scranton, Pa. Leys, Frances Carroll 803 Court St., Lynchburg, Va. Lister, Lucile 103 Stratford Ave., Houston, Texas Logan, Elizabeth Roy Prospect St., Staunton, Va. Lloyd, Frances Emily 4303 Woodlawn Ave., Little Rock. Ark. Lory, Anna May South Charleston, W. Va. Lowman, Virginia Johnston Millboro, Va. Mac Connell, Elizaiseth Browning 395 W. Main St., Salem, Va. McAshan, Lucille 1318 Oakdale Ave., Houston, Texas McAshan, Mary 1318 Oakdale Ave., Houston, Texas McClerkin, Nancy 1615 Battery St., Little Rock, Ark. McClintic, Thomasia Brown 319 Berkley Place, Staunton, Va. McClung, Martha Marie Swoope, Va. McCollum, Mary Crawford 2517 Vernon St., Swissvale, Pa. McDonald, Aitie Bruce 337 W. 7th St., Jacksonville, Fla. McLain, Harriette Humberger 819 Wellman St., Massillion, Ohio Marshall, Glenora South Essex. Mass. Marshall, Mildred Mae South Essex, Mass. Martin, Rocier Craig Ronceverte, W. Va. Maxwell, Anna Williams 1434 Park St., Jacksonville, Fla. Matteson, Mabel 2537 Vine St., Lincoln, Neb. Mercereau. Mildred 331 Beverley Terrace, Staunton, Va. Messmore, Ruth Kathryn 56 Ben Lomand St., Uniontown, Pa. Minter, Evelyn Ernestine Beckley, W. Va. Mitchell, Kate 16 Church St., Staunton, Va. Mitchell. Katie Dale Waycross, Ga. Mitchell, Louise Frances Marion. Va. Moffett, Nancy Ophelia Route No. 2, Staunton, Va. Morgan, Vivian McAllister . 1027 Union St., Brunswick, Ga. Morgan, Helen Lee 825 Magnolia Ave., San Antonio, Texas Morriss, Dorothy Elizabeth 215 Market St., Staunton, Va. Moseley, Frances Ficklen 440 Fifth St., Greenville, N. C. Mower, Marjorie Lockridge Mint Spring, Va. Mowery, Ruth Ella N. Cherry St., Paulding, Ohio Mulliss, Julia Woods 407 S. Queen St., Martinsburg, W. Va. Munday, Gertrude Elizabeth Fulton, Ark. Myer, Marjorie 212 Kennedy Court, Louisville, Ky. Murray, Margaret Henrietta 3505 Powhatan Ave., Baltimore, Md. Nelson, King 402 E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Nevin, Mary Adalene ■ Victoria, Va. Newbold, Cynthia June 2714 35th Place N. W., Washington, D. C. Noell, Carrie Geraldine Covington, Va. Nottingham, Lillian Hughes Chesapeake. Va. Orr, Evelyn 1919 Linden Ave., Nashville, Tenn. Olivier, Elizabeth Grattan 25 S. St. Clair St., Staunton, Va. Palmer, Marion 1252 Ottawa Ave., Ottawa, 111. Pancake, Mary Moore 120 E. Frederick St., Staunton, Va. Parker, Gladys Wahneta Raphine, Va. Parkinson, Virginia Caroline Warrenton, Va. Patterson, Mary Campbell Douglas, Ga. Payne, Elizabeth James 319 Vine St., Staunton, Va. Peatross, Katherine Hazen 1015 Gates Ave., Norfolk, Va. Pergrin. Jessie Gail 143 Barton Ave., Akron, Ohio Perry. Mary Frances 16 N. Washington St., Staunton, Va. Perry, Katherine 16 N. Washington St., Staunton, Va. Peters, Katharine Helena 42 N. 12th St., Allentown, Pa. Pettyjohn, Mary Macon 700 Federal St., Lynchburg. Va. Peyton, Betty Washington 305 Beverley St., Staunton, Va. Pierce, Jane Frances North New St., Staunton, Va. Pierce. Gertrude Lockwood Riverside, Conn. Pollard, Virginia Dane 120 Buchanan Ave., Clarksburg, W. Va. Potter, Elizabeth Harris 3209 Ave. E Chattanooga, Tenn. Price, Gertrude Viola 516 N. William St., Paulding, Ohio Putnam. Elizabeth Reppert 415 W. Bath Ave., Ashland, Ky. Quarles, Mary Nelson Edgewood Ave., Staunton, Va. Quarles, Cornelia Edgewood Ave., Staunton, Va. Ralston. Sara Frances 317 E. Main St.. Staunton, V a. Ratchf ord, Ethel Box No. 123, Staunton, Va. Ratchford, Mary Frances Box No. 123, Staunton, Va. Redwine, Ernestine Emma Spiro, Okla. Redwine, Ruth Winnie Spiro, Okla. Renf roe, Mary 52 Standish Place, Jacksonville, Fla. Renf roe, Martha 52 Standish Place, Jacksonville, Fla. Rhett, Lila Ewart 48 Elizabeth St., Charleston, S. C. Richards, Irene Inez 910 E. Armour St. Kansas City, Mo. Richardson, Kortright Monroe Bel Air, Md. Richardson, Mary Elizabeth O ' Keeffe, W. ' a. Richardson, Virginia Willis 1719 Lament St., Washington, D. C. Robertson, Reta Virginia 310 Kalorama St., Staunton, Va. Robinson, Margaret Louise West Point, Miss. Rosebro, Christine Neilson Rt. 7, Box 148, Staunton, Va. Ruckman, Frances Moore Box No. 556, Staunton, Va. Rumpf, Edythe Alain 788 Colonial Ave., Pelham Manor, N. Y. Rumpf, Hazel Elaine 788 Colonial Ave., Pelham Manor, N. Y. Russell, Marjorie Gibbs 212 N. Market St., Staunton, Va. Russell, Frances Holbert 212 N. Market St., Staunton, Va. Russell, Margaret Kable S. M. A., Staunton. Va. Rutherford, Margurite Caroline Route No. 2, Staunton, Va. Sanf ord, Alice Evelyn Low Moor, Va. Schlesinger, Sarah Ella 375 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Scott, Jean Lindsay Brandy, Va. Scott, Margaret Elizabeth Burkeville, Va. Scott, Lucie Eileen Tazewell, Va. Seacrest, Jessie Snively Lincoln, Neb. See, Katharine Allyn Floyd, Va. Seibert, Estelle Johnson 48 Comely Place, Bloomfield, N. J. Sheets, Marion Crawford 215 E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Shewmake, Anna Harriet 606 W. Peachtree St., Atlanta, Ga. Silling, Mary Alice 1714 W. Main St., Staunton, Va. Smith, Augusta Gage 1332 Clifton St., Birmingham, Ala. Smith, Gertrude Alexander Bayview, Clearwater, Fla. Smith, Cora Grandy Nash St., Wilson, N. C. Smith, Susie Ramsey 1410 Cullom St.. Birmingham, Ala. Smith, Elizabeth Carroll Kalorama. Staunton, Va. Smith, Helen Margaret 751 Georgia Ave., Augusta. Ga. Speddin, Jane Elizabeth 401 Gaston Ave.. Fairmont, W. Va. Sproul, Eugenia Staunton. Va. Sproul, Agnes Erskine Staunton, Va. Stark, Thelma Bethany Commerce, Ga. Stimsnn, Virginia Valentine 115 Madison Place, Staunton. ' a. Strattoii, Margaret VVliecler Thornrij.se Ave, StaiiiUon, Va. Streihicli, Luray 214 E. Main St., Okoloma, Miss. Stuart, Virginia Hickman 1524 Frederick St., Ovvensboro, Ky. Summers, Jane Douglas , .409 E. Valley St., Abingdon, Va. Swartzbaugh, Dorothy Wheeler 2361 Lawrence Ave., Toledo, Ohio Symons, Viola 700-lOth St., Washington, D. C. Symons, Josephine Dent 700-lOth St., Washington, D. C. Taylor, Virginia Blain 6 Johnson St., Staunton, Va. Taylor, Mary Garland 8 Oakenwold Terrace, Staunton, Va. Taylor, Dixie Alexander 201 N. Coalter St., Staunton, Va. Terrell, Agnes Bell 223 W. Agrita Ave., San Antonio, Texas Thomas, Alleen Virginia Staunton, Va. Traylor, Fra nces Pardee , 29 Ponce de Leon Ave., Atlanta, Ga. Tully, Maurine Mt. Hope, West Virginia Turner, Edith Kincaid Covington, Va. Vandiver, Sarah Orlean 1120 S. Perry St., Montgomery, Ala. Van Horn, Mona Irene 210 Green St., Cumberland, Md. V ' aughan, Laura Hunter 1241 Government St., Mobile, -Ma. Vincent, Emma Dawson Staunton, Va. Wallace, Ellen 1401 West Main St., Staunton, Va. Walters, Martha Gwathmey 215 E. Main St., Staunton, Va. Walton, Mary Linton Esseton Staunton, Va. Ward, Louise Spencer 209 Ditleridge St., Pittsburgh, Pa. Ward, Margaret Nottingham Belle Haven, Va. Warfield, Margaret Irma 143 Coulter St., Germantown, Pa. Warner, Elizabeth Sue Beckwith, W. Va. Watkins, Edith Rosalie Grundy, Va. Watkins, Nancy Belle Crewe, Va. Weidner, Elizabeth Eleanor Dola, W. Va. Weller, Margurite Rt. No. 5, Staunton, Va. Weller, Pauline Frances Rt. No. 5, Staunton, Va. West, Ruth 200 Michigan Ave., Mobile, Ala. Wharton, Pauline Concord, Va. Wier, Vernette 1312 Franklin St., Beaumont, Texas Wilkerson, Margaret Allen Box 365, Marion, Ala. Williams, Fannie Vallandingham 820 Pine St., Texarkana, Tex. Wilmoth, Gretchen Jane Myersdale, Pa. Winn, Mary Gertrude 614 S. Lawrence St., Montgomery, Ala. Wine, Isabelle Waynesboro, Va. Witz, Sarah Dean 232 Beverley Terrace, Staunton, Va. Woodward, Frances Lelia ?i37 Beverley Terrace, Staunton, Va. Yount, Frances 802 Alleghany Ave., Staunton, Va. Zimmerman, Mary Elizabeth Romney. W. Va. To Our Aduertisers Ql Cthe business men of Staunton haue had no small part in making the pubUcation of our Annual possible. Qfhe Sta of THE Bluestockirq u;ish to thank you for your kind patronage. Mary Baldwin College I Mary Baldwin Seminary I ) ESTABLISHED IN 1842 I For Young Ladies Staunton, Va. B D Q a a Term begins September 6, 1923. Located in the beautiful and historic Shenandoah Valley of Vir- ginia. Unsurpassed climate, handsome buildings, and modern appointments. Students present ses- sion from twenty-nine states and four foreign coun- tries. Courses : Collegiate, 4 years, A. B. Degree ; Pre- gg paratory 4 years. 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WILKES CO. i Piggly-Wiggly Furniture Undertaking Motor Ambulance Service 114- 116 West Main Street STAUNTON, VA. Phones: Day, 659-611-W Night, 1150 - 611-W Where You Buy the Best Groceries For the Least Money. X r Condensed Statement of gg The Staunton National § Bank CO OF STAUNTON. VIRGINIA December 29. 1 922 QQ Resources HR Loans and Investments $ 672.407 60 J]5 U.S. Bonds 14K.900 00 Co Furniture and Fixtures I9,«0 63 (fYS Cash on liand 24.10S W X? Due from Banks . 105.3-18 IH 129.446 U OQ 950,424 69 op Liabilities V Capital Stock $100,000,000 HK Surplus and Profits 64,689 36 j6i Circulating Notes 79,100 00 Hk Bills Payable 45.000 00 6l Rediscounts 8.000 00 HK Deposits 653,435 a fYJ 050,224 69 YX 3 f Interest Paid in Savings Department TO B. E. Vaiimian. President, OQ J. N. McFakiand. Vice-President. OO E. V. Randoh ' H, Cashier. OQ KiiKii M. FiKKR, Assistant Cashier. JOS. W. 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WITZ White Star Mills Manufacturers of High Grade FLOUR ASK YOUR GROCER FOR Melrose Patent White Star Patent New Process Straight Brands Manufactured Solely hy White Star Mills STAUNTON, VIRGINIA THE BIGGEST AND BEST Equipped Plant in the State WOODWARD ' S CLEANING AND DYEING WORKS STAUNTON, VIRGINIA 88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888 88888688 flft JOHN FALLON WHOLESALEAND RETAIL FLORIST Specialties in Roses, Carnations, Violets and Chrysanthemums. Cut Flower Work of Every Description. JOHN FALLON 25,000 FEET UNDER GLASS Staunton, Virginia Where the IVires Lead Our Stock Follows If it is Electric, We Have It Buy rrom us and be satisriea. nV e Carry a Full Line or Appliances and Fixtures. Staunton Lighting Company and Electric Supply Company 27 North Central Avenue 88 86 88 88 88 M.B.S.DRUG STORE Thomas Hogshead, Inc. STAUNTON, VA. 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 88 IRKELEY 88 Photographs of Distinction :: 22 EAST MAIN STREET OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHERS FOR M. B. S. O. Z. HOGE a 88S8 88888888888888$ EDMUND BERKELEY 8836888888888886888688868888888888888888888888888888888888888888 88 88 88 88 I BEVERLEY BOOK CO. Inc. | 88 o8 88 86 88 , 86 Books, Stationery, Memory Books, Kodak Albums, Victrolas, ana Records 86 86 86 86 GO 86 88 Masonic Temple STAUNTON, VIRGINIA 88 Clothes of Distinction and Character OO CD 88 FOR THE COLLEGE GIRL 86 88 S6 ? ffi Our Clothes eliminate expensive mistakes 86 S8 Let us assist you with your clothes troubles i i I PALAIS ROYAL | 88 THE HOUSE OF FASHION 88 88 i 86 96 88 8838888686868686 8888888888 8686888686868688868886888886868896 B. and W. Book Co. | Sproul Crowle 88 BOOKS, PICTURES PICTURE FRAMES, FINE STATIONERY, ENGRAVING and DIE STAMPING Insurance and Fidelity Bonds PHONE 158 MASONIC TEMPLE 36 North Augusta Street g STAUNTON, VIRGINIA i38888888888888S8888888888888 88 Valley Tire and Supply Co. 88 ?1R ACCESSORIES TIRES and TUBES Bearings for all Cars PISTON RINGS VULCANIZING PHONE 937 Staunton, Virginia Snydner Electrical Co. WM. SNYDER, Manager Electrical Contractors Dynamos, Motors and Suction Sweepers Electric and Combination FIXTURES 5 West Frederick Street STAUNTON, VIRGINIA PHONE 236 88 Spitler Eakle Fancy Grocers Agents foh Foss ' Quality Chocolates AND Chase and Sanborn ' s Teas and Coffees We carry all kinds of Fancy Cakes, Crackers and Fresh Candies Worthington Hardware Co. Incorporated cyl FULL LINE Shelf and Heavy HARDWARE STAUNTON, VIRGINIA For the Graduate Arc you nt a loss to know what to give this year ? It won ' t take long to decide if yoii vvill come in and look over our stock of fine jewelry. We have just received a shipment of newly designed class PINS, RINGS, BROOCHES and other goods that would he very appropriate and couldn ' t he other than appreciated, We would appreciate a call from you. D. L. SWITZER, Jeweler 19 E. Main St. STAUNTON, VIRGINIA 8838888888888886388888888886888688888888868888888888888888888838 Qg The Banner Store W Exclusive Selling Agents in Staunton op GOSSARD CORSETS KABO CORSETS ROYAL WORCHESTER CORSETS PRINTZESS COATS and SUITS Co and other good things of national repute OQ CD Telephone 175 gg The Banner Store gg Main St. and Central Ave. STAUNTON, VA. (OQ) It ' s .1 sooii place to buy OUR DELICIOUS BAKERY PRODUCTS Have Made Us Famous FANCY ICE CREAM A SPECIALITY AGENCY W hitman ' s Fine Chocolate and Confections Edwin R. Anderson Formerly BARKMAN ' S 12 E. Main Street STAUNTON, VIRGINIA 388688868888888888888688868886888888888888888888888888868886 88 College Printing ANNUALS, CATALOGUES, MAGAZINES lirHEN you wish to have a fine book, catalogue, annual, or magazine print- ed you naturally go to a specialist, in that class of work — we ai-e specialists, which is proven by the repeat orders received by us from year to year. Give us a trial order. Promptness Efficiency Service The McClure Co., Inc. No. 19 WEST FREDERICK STREET STAUNTON ----- VIRGINIA Press o{ Tne McClure Companu, Inc. Staunton, Uirqinia MARY c ' ' OP BALD If COUEGE