Milford High School - Oak Lily and Ivy Yearbook (Milford, MA)

Text from Pages 1 - 86 of the 1923 volume:

1 I Commencement TRumber 1923 The only building in this section to be built for, owned and occupied exclusively by a private commercial school. SCHOOL OF COMMERCIAL SCIENCES (Woonsocket Commercial School) Founded 1897 Courses of study in branches preparing for general office, secretarial and accounting work “Dedicated to thorough instruction’’ For more than twenty-five years this school has been distinguished for the personal genuine interest shown every student during attend¬ ance and after graduation. The Interstate Commercial School, 224 Main Street, Milford, is a branch of S. C. S. It means much to be a graduate of the School of Commercial Sciences (Woonsocket Commercial School) Edwin B. Hill, Principal WE CAN FIND EMPLOYMENT FOR GIRLS IN ALL DEPARTMENTS. WM. LAPWORTH SONS ADVERTISING SECTION. 1 Compliments of WARD P. ROBERTS Service and Quality Market MEATS and PROVISIONS It pay to pay for the BEST The Market Where You See It Ground A Familiar Question Where is there a good place to eat in Milford? CORRECT ANSWER, at the Model Lunch 183 Main Street Compliments of. Sherman ' s Laundry Compliments of. Department J. B. LESTER, Mgr. Milford Coal Co. Dealer in Coal, Wood, Lime, Cement and Fertilizers ■ (COAL) VCA A Phone Connection Office and Yard, 31 Main Street 2 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. HEADQUARTERS FOR THE GINTER COMPANY GRADUATION SUITS 174 MAIN STREET THE OUTFIT 195-199 MAIN ST. MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS Milford’s Largest Clothing Store THE ELITE Compliments of. MILLINERY Ladies’ and Children’s WEARING APPAREL SPECIALTY SHOP. GEORGE A. BARRY, Esq. 120 MAIN STREET MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS Compliments of. Alfred B. Cenedella BURKE’S PHARMACY Attorney and Councillor at Law 3 Baker Building Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. LINCOLN SQUARE SPA BOSTON FURNITURE STORE 8 10 School Street Milford, - Mass. THE STORE OF LOW PRICES dompitmcntg of fliotrs flIMett ADVERTISING SECTION. 3 QUALITY LUNCH One of the best, cleanest, and most up-to-date Lunchrooms in the country Courteous attention paid to large or small parties. 191 Main Street, Milford, Massachusetts Compliments of. HEATH COMPANY WYZAN BROS. “THE DAYLIGHT STORE a Women’s Specialty Shop 150 MAIN STREET Milford and Marlboro DRY GOODS AND FURNISHINGS Compliments of. THE ONLY BREAD LIKE HOME-MADE IS EXCELSIOR BREAD 8 HUCKINS TEMPLE, Inc. Shoe Manufacturers The Pine Street Bakery a Telephone 773-J 5 and 7 Passenger Cars For Hire GILLON BROTHERS Taxi Service Weddings, Theatre Parties and Funerals Given Special Attention Milford, - Mass. 10 WESTBROOK STREET MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS 4 ADVERTISING SECTION. Justice of the Peace Agent Orient Ins. Co. JOHN H. CUNNIFF 14 Spring Street, Milford, Mass. Representing Henry W. Savage, Inc. Real Estate 10 State Street, Boston, Mass. Established 1840 Telephone, Milford, 1040 . FANCY CARNATIONS FOR ALL OCCASIONS at HOWARD’S GREENHOUSES 150 South Main Street S. Mazzarelli Sons MACARONI MANUFACTURERS and BAKERS - : f 8 Telephone Connection I 7 Genoa Ave., Milford, Mass. Milford Gas and Electric Light Co. 8 241 Main Street, Milford HERBERT CASS Wall Paper, Room Moulding Ready Mixed Paints Hardware Picture Framing, Etc. 63 Main Street, Milford, Mass. COLLINS DRUG STORE The Rexall Store 201 Main Street Milford, Mass. (f FASfflMM IEA0RQ4 OLvi ' -irnanisiss - . King Brothers 4 Opera House Block Milford Compliments of F. TOSKES CUSTOM TAILOR Suits made in any style at Low Prices. Milford, - Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 5 FRED T. BURNS ICE CREAM AND CONFECTIONERY 270 MAIN STREET F. S. Adams, President H. S. Chadbourne, Treasurer E. F. LILLEY H. S. CHADBOURNE CO. Jeweler Headquarters for 8 Hardware, Paints, Seeds, Cutlery, Sporting Goods 1 68 Main Street, - Milford 202 Main Street, - Milford ALHAMBRA RUBBER CO. Compliments of. 8 PEOPLE’S 5 TO 50 STORE 1 32 Main St., Milford Manufacturers of Shop at the 5 to 50 Raincoats and Rubber Specialties BULLARD’S TIRE SHOP 8 Supplies, Accessories FISK TIRES 125 Central Street, Milford OPPOSITE THE TOWN HALL 6 ADVERTISING SECTION. ED. WILCOX LEWIS HAYDEN MEN’S SHOP 8 Insurance, Justice of the Peace Latest in Real Estate Agent CUSTOM MADE SUITS Milford, Mass. NOBBY YOUNG MEN’S J. C. PURCELL SUITS at Expert Watchmaker and Jeweler LARKIN BROTHERS Milford, - Mass. GET IT AT Compliments of. BRIDGES PHARMACY J. H. O’Grady, Prop. CAHILL’S 8 NEWS AGENCY 193 Main Street, Milford, Mass, S. A. EASTMAN CO. Compliments of. Wood, Paper and Corrugated WERBER ROSE Boxes Milford, - Mass. Milford, - Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 7 FREDERICK A. GOULD Hardware, Plumbing and Heating 16-20 Exchange Street Milford, - Mass. SHEA BROS. Meats and Provisions a 127 Main Street, Milford, Mass. MANNING’S SHOES WEAR WELL JOHN MAZZARELLI Dealer in All Kinds of FRUITS and VEGETABLES Cigars, Cigarettes and Tobacco Candy 69 1 -2 East Main Street, Milford FOR Suits, Corsets, Coats, Summer Gowns, Waists and Sport Goods Go to M. F. Green’s Cloak Store 200 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. ARTHUR P. CLARRIDGE Compliments of. BROCKTON SHOE STORE SSOS3 MILFORD DAILY NEWS Established 1887 The only Daily Paper in Milford and the only Advertising Medium for all this section of the State. Sworn Circulation 4,650 8 ADVERTISING SECTION. It ' s IVonderful Bread CREAM WIN-SUM VITAMINE BREAD BREAD BREAD Compliment of. MOTOR EQUIPMENT CO. The Automobile Store Complete Milford, Mass. Compliment of. B. CERUTI Compliment of. BOSTON SPECIALTY SHOP Everything in ARCHER RUBBER CO. Ladies’ Wearing Apparel aoa and Millinery Hotel Willian Block ADVERTISING SECTION. 9 Carroll, Hixon, Jones Company Manufacturers and Importers of Straw and Body HATS 8 Milford, - Mass. Best Wishes Halbert Lynn Keith, M. D. 8 TRASK BROTHERS Dealers in High Class CYCLES and SUNDRIES Agents for EDISON PHONOGRAPHS Granite Block, Compliments of. CROWELL DeWITT Provisions and Fancy Groceries I I 3 Main Street Telephone 1 03-W M. CICCHETTI Successor to N. W. Heath TAILOR 154 Main Street, Milford, Mass. GIFT SHOP and TEA ROOMS 8 Milford, - Mass. R. MARINO Tailor and Real Estate Agent 8 Mass. Milford Milford, 10 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliment of. Hopedale Manufacturing Company GEORGE MACKAKIS First Class Shoe Repairing 5 Jefferson Street Milford, - Mass. HEITIN BROS. Tailors and Cleaners Beacon Bldg. Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. DR. E. J. DIXON Dentist i No. 180 Main Street, Milford MADER’S F. J. COLEMAN, Prop. CONFECTIONER Page Shaw Apollo Chocolates ICE CREAM, ETC. 256 Main Street, Milford, Mass. NIRO NIRO COMPANY HEATING and LIGHTING Dealers In ELECTRICAL MERCHANDISE AND APPLIANCES OF ALL KINDS Estimates Given on All Jobs Telephone 132-W 122 Main Street Milford, Mass, ADVERTISING SECTION. 11 Compliments of. WHITE BROS.’ MANSION HOUSE GARAGE Milford, Mass. Compliments of HARRY B. TOROSIAN DRY GOODS Compliments of LOUIS PRATT Chas. Caruso Son Insurance of All Kinds Steamship Agents Tickets to any port in the world Passports a specialty Foreign Exchange, with daily quotations Notary Public Milford, - Mass. Compliments of M. J. CARBARY PERHAM’S Shoe Shine Parlors Six Chairs, no waiting Ladies’ and Gents’ Clothing Cleaned and Pressed by latest approved methods Next to Gordon’s Ladies’ Shop J. D. CRONAN 192 Main Street, Milford, Mass. 12 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. Compliments of. JOHN E. SWIFT, Esq. JOHN C. LYNCH, Esq. Compliments of. Milford, - Mass. LUIGI A. RECCHIUTO DR. EARL CROCKETT Successor to L. Grow Son Manufacturer of Wagon and Automobile Bodies of All Kinds Dentist Repairing done promptly and on Reasonable Terms Milford, - Mass, 1 32 Central St., Milford, Mass. Tel. 245-M. Compliments of. Compliments of. WILLIAM J. MOORE, Esq. NICHOLAS CASASANTE Instructor of Violin, Mandolin and Banjo Milford, Mass. Tel. 651-W. Milford, Mass. CROWN CONFECTIONERY CO. Ice Cream Delivered Milford, Mass. Specialty Home Made Ice Cream and Candy Compliments of. DR. GEORGE F. CURLEY Compliments of. Withington Grocery Company MILFORD, MASS. ADVERTISING SECTION. 13 IDEAL THEATRE Matinees 2.30 Evenings 7.30 Home of Big Features If its anything good in the Picture lines we have it. N. CERUTI Wholesale Foreign and Domestic FRUITS AND PRODUCE 1 6 Exchange Street Wm. P. Kane, Mgr. Tel. Conn. Milford, Mass Compliments of FRANKLIN’S LUNCH Milford Battery Service Station 93 Main Street Milford, Massachusetts Headquarters for Automobile and Radio Batteries Fraternity, College and Class JEWELRY Commencement Announcements and Invitations The Junior Rings of Milford High School are Balfour-made ra L. G. BALFOUR COMPANY Manufacturing Jewelers and Stationers ATTLEBORO, MASS. 14 ADVERTISING SECTION. FOUND A Place to Buy Ladies’ and Gents’ HOLEPROOF HOSIERY RING WELCH Milford, - Mass. EMERSON EDMANDS SHOES For Men and Boys J. J. O’CONNOR SONS REYNOLDS’ Victor-Victrolas, Victor Records and Supplies Q. R. S. Player Rolls, Musical Instruments Sheet Music, Books and Stationery 1 96 Main Street Milford, Massachusetts Narducci Marsh’s Famous Orchestra New England’s Popular Dance Music J For prices and full particu¬ lars write to Nicholas A. Narducci, Mgr. 28 North St., Milford Telephone 599-W LADIES’ WAIST SHOP 2 School Street Blouses, Corsets, Hosiery and Novelties. EVA O’DONNELL Ernestine Harding Wilcox Teacher of Singing Room 7 Gillon Building Milford, Mass. Get Your Plumbing and Heating Done by M. S. McMAHON Prompt Service at Reasonable Prices. Tel. 995-M 1 1 Court Street THE OAK, EIliY AfJD IVY Vol. XXXVIII. MILFORD, MASS., JUNE, 1922 NO. 1. Published by the Pupils of the Milford High School. BOARD OF EDITORS. Editor-in-Chief, Leslie M. Calkin, ’22. Business Manager, Henry D. Barbadoro, ’22. Assistant Business Managers, Della B. Kurlansky, ’22, Clifton A. Jeffery, 22. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Clara E. Cade , ’22, Nicholas A. Mastroianni, 22, Walter T. Wall, ’22. Subscription Rates: For the year, $1.00. Single copies, 15 cents. Address all communications to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. TRUE HAPPINESS. The biggest thing in the life of every human individual is happiness. It is the goal of all ambitions, the object of all endeavor. Complete happiness is that desirable something for which each one of us, rich or poor, powerful or insigni¬ ficant, proud or humble, seeks in an endless quest, and which, because of its in¬ tangibleness and our own stupidity, few of us find. Seldom do we seek it con¬ sciously, never as a definite object, yet, in the final analysis, it is for happiness that we live and die. In endless toil we pursue it, ardently yet blindly, earnestly yet despairingly. Material success comes; wealth, position, power, homage, yet it leaves us unsatisfied, with a conviction that something is lacking. And the conviction is not unfounded. Something is lacking. But it is in, ourselves that the defect lies, not in fate or the “divinity that shapes our ends.” For true happiness is merely contentment with whatever we possess of material comforts and spiritual blessings, great or small. The capacity for happiness lies within each one of us and even as we pursue it in blind haste, it is waiting to be enjoyed. Happiness is a state of mind, the accompaniment of a courageous spirit— the spirit of optimism—and the natural consequence of an intelligent outlook on life. The person keen enough to see and appreciate the good things of life, and strong enough to forget or ignore the unpleasant things, thus deriving the full measure of happiness intended for all of us, is called an optimist. In this world we meet too few real optimists, too few people with courage enough to smile when others frown, and fight on with dauntless spirit) when others surrender in despair. By an optimist I do not mean the offensive individual who rises with the songsters and rouses the household with boisterous melody. He is merely a healthy lunatic. Nor do I mean the man who predicts fair weather when the weather man’s report and every visible natural sign indicates approaching rain. He is a fool. Nor yet do I mean the type of person who displays a perpetual simper to friend and enemy alike in affluence or affliction. He is either too small or too timid to assert himself. Your real optimist is the man who, knowing that trouble is coming, has the courage to face it with a smile and faith in the ultimate triumph of Right. Your true optimsit is religious. He may not be demonstrative about it, but he believes CLASS OF 1923 THE OAK, IilliY A|NID IVY Vol. XXXIX. MILFORD, MASS., JUNE, 1923. No. 1. Published by the Pupils of The Milford High School. Under the Supervision of Miss Marion A. Ryan of the English Department. BOARD OF EDITORS. Editor-in-Chief—George A. O’Sullivan, ’23. Business Manager—Innes McRae, ’23. Associate Business Managers— John R. Cichetti, ’23. Gertrude A. Wallace, ’23. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Inez E. SanClemente, ’23. George A. Raftery, ’23. Boyd D. Lewis, ’23. Subscription Rates:—For the year, $1.00. Single copies, 15 cents. Address all communicatoins to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. THE BENEFITS OF THE HIGH SCHOOL TO THE COMMUNITY. This is the season of Commencement and all through the length and breadth of this great land of ours innumerable schools and colleges are sending forth trained men and women. By far the most numerous type of school is the public High school, for every community that has a vestige of civic pride boasts a High school. From every one of these secondary schools men and women are coming who are in most cases trained to accept and fill capably fine positions in the busi¬ ness world; in other cases, prepared to continue their studies to points of speciali¬ zation in higher institutions of learning. These boys and girls leave their High schools, self-reliant and capable, of which characteristics certainly the former is as essential as the latter and like it, first acquired in High school. Self-reliance is not taught as a separate subject in High school, that is, there are no text-books on it, but it seeps out of all the meth¬ ods of the teaching and conducting of the secondary school. The responsibili¬ ties of studying and making use of the hours of school fall on the shoulders of the individual more heavily than they do in the grammar grades. The individual soon is made to realize that, if he is to make good and be a success as a High school student, he must work and work hard. The realization that the student’s success depends in the main on the student’s own efforts rapidly molds the scholar into a man or woman, as the case may be. There is much fun and foolishness in the average High school student’s life, but at all times there is that undercurrent of re¬ sponsibility acting as a curb on the extent of the fun and a guide in the conduct of his life. Self-reliance is one of the greatest assets a man can have. Without it ability is apt to go for naught, for he must appreciate and have confidence in his own ability to use it and profit by it. Every man has ability of some sort, either along scholarly lines or those of the business world, and it is in High school that it is determined to which type his ability belongs. In High school the scholar is studied almost as much as he studies. His 16 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. weaknesses and strong qualities are sought out and when detected are in the one case overcome, if possible; in the second, strengthened. That is the mission of the High school and its workers,—to find out for the pupil the peculiarities of his nature and develop his fine points, removing or overcoming the weaker character¬ istics. This duty is so efficiently carried out that to-day the graduate of the High school is himself efficient in that his fine qualities are appreciated and developed, his special abilities are increased and enhanced and the deficiencies in his make-up are removed so far as possible. We are living in an age when efficiency means everything, and in turning out efficient young men and women the High school is assuring the efficient manage¬ ment and administration of the future of the community to which it belongs. Through its annual production of trained young men and women the High school is of inestimable value and benefit to a community. Every year there is a deluge of young men and women who seek admission to the various colleges and univer¬ sities. By far the majority of these applicants are graduates of High Schools who seek higher education than that acquired in the secondary schools in order to be of more value to themselves and to their respective communities. It is evident that every graduate sent out by our High school is prepared, if he has done his duty, to take his place in the business world, or to go further in school, and be fitted for the professions. That is the real and truly great benefit that a community derives from its High school. George O’Sullivan, 1923. SALUTATORY THE BEGINNING OF THE NOVEL. As a member of the class of 1923, I wish to extend to you all a most cordial welcome. It is indeed a pleasure to have you present to-night to show you that the untiring efforts of parents and teachers in our behalf have not been fruitless. Aided by parents and teachers, we have successfully completed our course in Milford High School and are ready to take up the duties of life and strive with all our strength to attain the goal of success. In our efforts to succeed we shall think with frequent gratitude of the assistance of all who have aided us to obtain our ends. THE BEGINNING OF THE NOVEL. The beginning of the twentieth century witnessed the predominance of the novel in literature. When the average reader mentions a good book, we immedi¬ ately surmise that it is a novel. There is no other form of literature more ap¬ preciated and enjoyed by the common mass of people than the novel. It is only one of the many forms of literature and the youngest of them all, yet it has sur¬ passed all others in popularity. It took two centuries to bring about its perfection, but at this moment the novel is supreme. The novel is best defined as a “narrative of human life under stress of emotion.” It is a story in which scenes, characters, and events are such as they would be in real life. There are two essentials in the creation of a good novel,—well drawn characters and a well constructed plot. The worst novel is the novel that tries to picture real life and then misrepresents it. This false view is very harmful THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 17 since a novel has so strong a moral influence on human life because of its great popularity. The novel is not only valuable because it serves as a recreation, but it is also valuable because of other benefits derived from it. The reader of the novel understands clearly the vast changes that have taken place since the very earliest centuries, and is enabled to observe the progress in civilization. Then again the novels of Dickens and Thackery have served to bring about many social reforms and have enabled people to see the dark side of life without actually experiencing it. These facts show the great importance of the novel. Now let us turn our attention to its origin. It was not until 1740 that the novel as we know it took literary form, but very near to its discovery was Daniel Defoe, the author of “Robinson Crusoe,” His story of “Robinson Crusoe” began by sketching the boyhood of a rogue who had run away to sea. In his story he humanizes adventure. His story may be classed as one of incident, as it merely states one incident after another with very little attempt at characterization or plot. Nevertheless it has its lesson, and a very worthy one, which is: “Be patient, be industrious, be honest and you will at last be rewarded for your labor.” In spite of the fact that some people wish to call “Robinson Crusoe” the first novel, it must be regarded as a tale of adventure, adventure away from the haunts of everyday life rather than life as we know it. It lacks character analysis and a well-constructed plot. The first novel owes its beginning to an accident. Samuel Richardson, a London printer, was invited in 1740 by a publisher “to prepare a volume of letters which might serve as models to country readers.” Richardson thought over the matter and he believed it would be very interesting if he connected his letters in such a way so as to form a love story and point out a moral. The result was “Pamela or “Virtue Rewarded.” Samuel Richardson himself was a common printer, very industrious, up¬ right and honorable in all his dealings. His kindness and generosity alone would have made him a favorite, had he not gained such prominence in literary circles. As Sir Walter Scott remarked, “It may be safely said that Richardson did more good every week of his life than Fielding was ever able to do through¬ out his whole life.” Richardson’s one fault was his great vanity, which was ex¬ cited by his popularity both at home and abroad. He was so vain that he would not engage in conversation with anyone who had not read his works. Had he been a man of firmer character, he probably would have restrained this childish display of conceit which sometimes caused him a great deal of embarrassment. An interesting anecdote told concerning his self-appreciation is as fol¬ lows :—- One day he was at dinner at a country house with a large company. A gentleman just returned from Paris, willing to please Mr. Richardson, men¬ tioned a flattering circumstance—that he had seen his “Clarissa” lying on the table of the King’s brother. Richardson, observing that part of the company were talking to one another and consequently did not hear the remark, affected then not to attend to it. But later, when there was a general silence, he thought that the flattery might be fully heard and so he addressed himself to the gentle¬ man, “I think. Sir, you were saying something about,” - pausing in a high flutter of expectation. The gentleman, provoked at his vanity, resolved not to please him, and with a sly air of indifference answered, to Richardson’s morti¬ fication, “A mere trifle, Sir, not worth repeating!” This is the character of the man who wrote our first novel and is commonly named as “The Father of the English Novel.” His first novel “Pamela” has been called a “flower—one of those flowers which only blossom in a virgin im¬ agination, at the dawn of original invention whose’ charm and freshness surpass 18 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. all that the maturity of art and genius can afterwards cultivate or arrange.” No novel has a more direct opening than “Pamela”; the attention of the reader is instantly captured. In the first paragraph, which follows, both the heroine and villain are introduced. “Dear Father and Mother:—I have great trouble and some comfort to acquaint you with. The trouble is that my good lady died of the illness I men¬ tioned to you, and left us all much grieved for the loss of her; for she was a dear good lady, and kind to all her servants. Much I feared, that as I was taken by her ladyship to wait upon her person, I should be quite destitute again, and forced to return to you, who have enough to do to maintain yourselves; and, as my lady’s goodness had put me to write and cast accounts, and qualified me above my degree, it was not every family that could have found a place that your poor Pamela was fit for; but God, whose graciousness to us we have so often experi¬ enced, put it into my good lady’s heart on her death-bed, just an hour before she expired, to recommend to my young master all her servants, one by one; and when it came to my turn to be recommended (for I was sobbing and crying at her pillow), she could only say, ‘My dear son!’—and so broke off a little; and then recovering—‘Remember my poor Pamela.’ And these were some of her last words! Oh, how my eyes run—don’t wonder to see the paper so blotted. Your dutiful daughter, Pamela Andrews.” Thus Pamela, the poor innocent country girl and maidservant, is placed in the power of “Mr. B.,” the young squire, headstrong and dissipated. She resists every temptation he places before her and with great difficulty defends herself against his attacks. One day the young squire, very angry at what he believes her pretended in¬ nocence, regardless of his mother’s last wish, orders her to go back to her parents in the country. Pamela, happy in the thought of being with her beloved parents once again, prepares at once to depart. But the young squire, who is really in love with Pamela but too proud to admit it, plans to have her brought to his Lincolnshire estate instead of to her own home. So Pamela joyully starts her journey homeward only to find that she has been the victim of a foul plot and is lured to his Lincolnshire estate instead of being allowed to return to her beloved parents. The girl grieves very much, realizing that he wishes to destroy her for she knows that he will never wed a mere servant girl. She feels certain of his wickedness when she learns the evil character of her keeper, Mrs. Jewkes, whose treatment causes her a great deal of unhappiness. Very wretched and with no hope of escape, Pamela decides to ask aid of a Mr. Williams who is a frequent visitor at Lincolnshire. By secret letters she forms a plan of escape, but at the last moment her plans are frustrated and she is once again in the power of Mrs. Jewkes. Realizing now her plight, she decides to send some letters to her parents by Mr. Williams. He consents to be her messenger, but the very night she entrusts her letters to him he is robbed of them. At first she grieves because he received several injuries in trying to retain them, but finally she learns that the robbery was plotted between Mrs. Jewkes and him and she becomes very angry. Now she realizes that she is indeed friendless and alone. . To add to her grief news is received of the expected arrival of Mr. B., which unhappy tidings cause her to make several unsuccessful attempts to escape. Finally Mr. B. arrives, Pamela pleads with him to spare her and to allow her to escape. At first he remains firm, but finally his pride is conquered and he decides to marry Pamela, even though she be a servant girl. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 19 Thus Pamela who withstood all temptations earns as a reward for her virtue a promise of marriage from Mr. B. But before her marriage she undertakes the task of reforming him and teaching him the meaning of virtue. Always virtu¬ ous herself she sets such a splendid example that she finally succeeds in reform¬ ing him. Unlike many modern novelists the author of “Pamela” does not con¬ sider his volume ended with the union of his two leading characters, but con¬ tinues to describe the various trials and tribulations of the virtuous Pamela. After her marriage came the ordeal of winning the love of her husband’s sister, Lady Davers, a very proud and haughty young lady, who would not deign to consider a mere servant girl her sister. But pure sweet Pamela slowly earns her way to Lady Daver’s heart and the latter receives her to her heart. Thus reconciled with Mr. B’s relatives and presented in society, Pamela leads a very happy life, a just reward for her virtue. As a result of her marriage she be¬ comes acquainted with several people, among whom are Lady Darnford and her daughter, Mary, who proves to be a great comfort to Pamela in her troubles. During the first winter after her marriage, Pamela pays her first visit to London accompanied by her husband. There they purchase a home and intend to live throughout the season. To Pamela London is a wonder with its large theatres and grand balls which she frequently attends. Her first masquerade ball was destined to stand out in her memory, for there she was disturbed by the obvious attentions paid by her husband to a woman dressed in the garb of a nun. Pamela enjoyed herself as best she could and the evening passed. A few months later a baby boy was born in the home of Mr. B. With the coming of her son there was less time for Pamela to attend social affairs, and she spent most of her time in the nursery with Billy, the baby. But not so with her husband; he still continued to frequent ballrooms and enjoy his London visits. As the days go by, Pamela hears many reports concerning her husband from outsiders, especially from a Mr. Hunter, who delights in tortur¬ ing her by telling of her husband’s frequent visits to the home of “Lady S.,” the nun of the masquerade ball. At first Pamela pays no attention to these reports, but finally she decided to investigate, because she realizes that her husband sel¬ dom seeks her company. Then, too, he receives several letters sealed with the seal of Lady S. The crisis is reached one Saturday night when she received a letter, telling her that her husband left for Tunbridge with Lady S to purchase a home there and marry her. That night her decision is reached; she will give up her husband to this wicked woman but not her child, for he is to comfort her for the loss of her husband. These are her plans and she awaits the return of her husband to inform him of them. Poor Pamela knows not where to begin but finally, believing it best to be prudent, she begins by telling him of the masquerade ball and ends by showing him the letter. He demands to know who her informants are and mentions Mr. Hunter, but she refuses to tell him. Then realizing the virtue of this wife and her desire to sacrifice her happiness for what she believes will be his he takes her into his arms and tells her the truth. “His pride, his vanity and his thoughtlessness had been his misguiders,” he admits, and then he explains to her the truth concerning his apparently guilty friendship with the Lady S, and discloses that the stories of his intended mar¬ riage were all lies told by Mr. Hunter, who was very jealous and tried to cause trouble. Pamela believes and forgives him, and her forgiveness restores peace and happiness. Thus through tides of unhappiness, resisting all evil temptation, Pamela re¬ formed her husband and won as a reward for her virtue and prudence, future happiness for her husband, her children, and herself. 20 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. This briefly is the summary of the first novel, which aims, as Richardson himself declared, to give religious and moral instruction. In an age when pub¬ lic and domestic morality were very lax, he thought it his duty to teach Christian tenets as he understood them. The critic declares: “Unlearned he discovered what for a quarter of a century Europe had been looking for, not knowing pre¬ cisely what it wanted, a form of literature that should adequately present its life as it was, united with an ideal of life as it ought to be.” Notwithstanding the fact that Richardson’s novels are of considerable length, many people of different ages have delighted in reading them. Cross in “The Development of the English Novel,” after commenting on the custom in Richardson’s time of reading novels aloud in the family circle, says: “When some pathetic passage was reached, the members of the family would re¬ tire to separate apartments to weep ; and after composing themselves, they would return to the fireside to hear the reading proceed.” An anecdote is told to show how his novel “Pamela” affected even larger groups:— “In a certain village a blacksmith was fortunate enough to procure a copy of Richardson’s first novel ‘Pamela.’ Every evening sitting on his anvil he read it to large audiences. At length when happy fortune brought the hero and hero¬ ine ' together to live happily ever after,—according to approved rules,—the con¬ gregation was so delighted that they procured the keys and actually set the parish bells ringing.” The following was dedicated to ‘.‘the unknown Author of the Beautiful Piece ‘Pamela’ ” : “Blessed be thy powerful pen, where e’er thou art, Thou skilled great moulder of the master’d heart! Where hast thou lain conceal’d? or why thought fit At this dire period, to unveil thy wit? Sweet Pamela! forever blooming maid! Thou dear enlivening (yet immortal) shade, Why are thy beauties flashed upon the blind! What thought thy fluttering sex might learn from thee, That merit forms a rank above degree. That pride too conscious falls from every claim, While humble sweetness climbs beyond its aim.” This dedication was written because when Richardson first gave “Pamela” to the world he published it anonymously. This was perhaps, the most beauti¬ ful dedication to him, for when he died he was buried beside his first wife in the church of St. Bride and only a large stone records the fact that Samuel Rich¬ ardson, the “Father of the English Novel” lies beneath it. To him the world owes tribute for having discovered the novel, which has become a valuable re¬ corder of modern life. One of the best statements I have found in regard to the novel in general is as follows: “The art of novel embraces every sort of mental interest. Among those who regard novel writing as man’s work, and the noblest of arts—among those of fine natural endowments who approach it with sincerity and their full strength—shall be found the best writers of the English language at present living. It is not too much to say that contemporaries have written some of the best novels in our tongue. Fielding and Richardson had a different field to play upon, and art has developed so enormously, that the novel as written in England and America challenges the finest intellects and greatest artists of the time. The very fire of life glows in this art, and its possibilities are beyond all prediction, for fiction is the greatest educational force in the modern world.” Esther Gagliardi, 1923. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 21 CARESSANT. Far across the sea in a little town of Wales lived a family many y ears ago. It was a good family,—respected by all the neighboring countryside, for these were good honest people, obtaining from the soil of their small farm such means of living as two strong and healthy people could. Their little dwelling far from the other farms was situated on a slope facing the West, and behind, a long arm of the nearby forest stretched around as if to protect the little house on the slope. The lives of the man and his wife were wrapped up in this little cottage of which they were very proud, and especially in the tiny baby girl who slept in the cradle by the window. The fourth member of the family was “Caressant”—of the famous race of shepherds which have slowly but surely died away, but whose name will ever live in story, standing for all that is beautiful, loyal, and noble. He was a handsome dog, truly worthy of his noble ancestry, with those wonderful appeal¬ ing eyes which hold in their depths a soul of undying loyalty to the “Master.” Hardly less affection did Caressant hold for the Mistress and the wee person in the cradle. For did not the Master love the Mistress? This alone insured the eternal love and loyalty of the dog. Then, too, both the Master and the Mistress loved that tiny person in the cradle—so Caressant loved her as only a dog can, for jealousy was something far below the dignity and honor of his ancestry. All day the Master and the Mistress worked in the fields. They were not far away, but the house was out of sight since the fields lay behind the narrow neck of woodland. Occasionally when the Master and the Mistress went away and had released him from watching the sheep in the nearby pasture, Caressant was al¬ lowed to stand guard by the cradle. He deemed this a great honor, but usually it was necessary for him to remain on the hillside watching the sheep when the Master and Mistress were away. All the morning and through the long hot afternoons the man and his wife toiled in the fields for the little one asleep in the little house, but when the twi¬ light shadows began to fall they would return to the little house on the slope, weary from their long day’s work but happy with the prospect of the long sum¬ mer’s evening around the doorway with Caressant at their feet and the baby for whom they made wondrous plans asleep in the cradle. What matter if the wolves from the big forest howled about the little house and the wind shook the rafters? They were blissfully happy in the cosy room where nothing could harm them. Then came the time when there was not enough food in the big forests for the wild creatures living there. The wolves came more frequently to the little house on the slope to howl in the evening, and Caressant had to double his watch over the flock in the pasture. Then one day, in the late afternoon when before long the evening shadows were already lengthening about the little home, a lean, gray wolf, hardly more than a shadow, crept across the field to the little house and after several fruit¬ less attempts finally pushed open the screen-door at the back of the house. Oh, little babe, sleeping so peacefully in your cradle, could you but sense your peril, and call to your aid the beautiful shepherd! Out in the pasture where the flock was feeding so peacefully, Caressant, as he faithfully watched his charges, knew something was wrong. His instinct told him that; yet had not the Master told him again and again not to leave the sheep? And the Master could not be disobeyed! And yet ever more persistently his in- 22 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. stinct told him that he must not delay—that he alone could turn away a tragedy in the little home. Finally, greatly troubled and trying to decide what the Master would have him do, he started for the house. Surely the Master loved the wee baby in the cradle far more than the wooly flock on the hillside. In a moment Caressant had reached the house—but alas! Poor dog, you are too late! The baby has been dragged from the cradle and the cruel fangs of the wolf have completed their terrible crime. As Caressant rushed into the room the wolf turned savagely upon him but Caressant was quick, and his avenging teeth sank deep into the throat of the murderer. The dog and the wolf fought fiercely, and Caressant received a cruel gash in his own throat, but on his side was right and revenge, and finally Cares¬ sant was the conqueror, but not, however, until they had fought their way out of the house at the back door. Then leaving the dead wolf on the ground at the foot of the steps, Cares¬ sant went back into the house and lay down beside the body of the little baby to defend it until the Master and the Mistress should come home. Surely the Master would understand and say he had done right to leave the flock, that he might try to save the wee person whom the Master loved so much. Yes indeed, the Master would understand—he had always understood before. Before long as the first shadows stole across the slope the man and wife came, ar m in arm, through the path in the woods. They were tired and foot-sore as usual but happy, for they sensed no danger. This evening for some reason perhaps to see the sunset, perhaps to see if all were well with the flock on the hillside—I know not why—they entered the house by the front door. What a sight met them! On the floor their baby covered with blood and very still—and, ah yes, with his beautiful coat smeared with blood—Caressant. With a cry the mother snatched her child—but the Master gazed horrified at Caressant and seeing the blood on the baby and on the dog, believed Caressant to be the murderer. Oh, Master! Can you not read the truth in those eyes turned so trustingly to you? Can you not fulfill the confidence in the depths of those eyes that the Master will understand? But the Master takes his gun. He has not read the message, and so still trusting and faithful unto death, Caressant lies dead by the hand of his Master, beside the baby for whom he fought so bravely. When the man dragged the body of his faithful dog out the back door, he saw the dead wolf. Then the truth overwhelmed him, and he sank down beside the body of Caressant and sobbed as strong men scarcely ever sob. Oh that he had read the meaning in the eyes of this friend, or at least trusted him a little longer until the truth was known. To-day there are two mounds side by side on the slope facing the west; and, erected by the Master and his neighbors, there stands in everlasting memory of Caressant, a beautiful monument thirty feet high of fine marble, and on it is en¬ graved the story which I have told to you. Mary Comolli, 1923 . THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 23 ON A LOVE OF BOOKS. “The love of books is a love which requires neither justification, apology, nor defense” —Langford. When a man admits a love of books, he unconsciously shifts about for some excuse, some apology. Why? Why should a love of books require apology? I know not, yet he uncon- ciously makes excuses for this feeling. It is not altogether strange, however, that he should do this. The booklover has always been looked upon by the world at large with a smiling tolerance. To the man of the street the booklover is a rather queer person, more to be pitied than scorned. It is useless to defend this love to one who does not sympathize. He has never tasted the joys that come from perusal of a good book. He is outside the pale: his is the loss. I often think what a dull existence it must be for those who have no love of reading. Surely reading must have a great affect upon character. Show me the nar¬ row, biased, bigoted man and I will show you the unread man. But a man who has read widely and wisely will have a broader view of the world about him. The booklover’s world consists not of four drab walls. His world is a limit¬ less land of castles, knights, and ladies fair, of strange and different peoples. His world has no horizon, no limit, yet it is contained between two covers. It lies upon printed pages within a book. It seems impossible to describe the en¬ chantment of a book. I can only pity one who has never felt it. As years go by, I realize how I have been aided and enriched b y reading. To me a book is a gateway into a strange new land. One need only to swing back the cover to expose the wonders and glories of another people. It is my belief that a wider reading by the people of all nations would be a greater and more effective peace-insurance than the League of Nations. Every nation has its individuality and this individuality is expressed in its literature. If the people of every nation would read the books of others, they would gain an insight and understanding of the character of the countries. If they could feel with other peoples, the greatest cause of war would be eliminated,—misunder¬ standing. To prove the truth that reading brings understanding, I will quote a personal example. One of the most abused people of the world is the Negro race because it has practically no literature. I must confess that I had very little sympathy for the Negro. There is very little in our history of daily contacts to cause it. How¬ ever, I was advised to read “Up From Slavery” by Booker T. Washington, the great Negro educator. When I took up the book, I did so with very little inter¬ est or feeling for the Negro. When I set it down, I had a new view of the black man; I was won to the Negro cause. Lack of knowledge is the cause of the black man’s oppression, for who knowing his valiant fight against ignorance could but respect him? Take reading from an educational standpoint. In my mind our educational system will never be a complete success until it makes a booklover of every student. Let a teacher pick from her class those whom she considers brightest and they will be those who have read. They have the greatest background to work upon; they have the best means of working. 24 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. The pupil without imagination is practically hopeless as an educational pos¬ sibility. Imagination is a thing that must be developed early. The boy that has read “Robin Hood” and “Treasure Island” and “Swiss Family Robinson” has enriched his imagination wonderfully. Later he should read Poe to get a grasp on mystery. Wells’ books on other planets and the future are a wonderful stimulus to the imagination. Consider the unread man. He has no background. He sees only the obvi¬ ous; he cannot see ahead or beyond. He is in truth ignorant for he knows not the way of others. Let us examine the man who has read. He has a broad back¬ ground of useful knowledge. He has a vivid imagination to give originality to his thought. He has a polished style and manner. There can be no controversy. Love of books is an emotion which can be praised more easily than described by the intellectual. Boyd Lewis, 1923. ON WORK. Work is the birthright of the human race. It is not a curse, but a bless¬ ing; for happiness is the crown of work. The value of an object is generally measured by the amount of work required to obtain it. Things that are easy to gain depreciate in value, and we lose our desire for them. When I was little, I had a great desire for a particular kind of candy. All the money that I obtained, either through work or coaxing, I spent on this candy. One summer I had occasion to visit my aunt who has a small candy store. I was allowed all the candy that I wished, and I became so sickened of my favor¬ ite candy that I have not tasted it since. Similarly wealth and idleness do not bring happiness, but pall upon one. Discontent, planted in each human heart, is only satisfied when we work and strive to gain an end. Every day we read in the papers of people surrounded by all luxury who are bored with life even to sacrificing that boon bestowed in them by God. Work heals all wounds. We have not time to think of sorrows and troubles when we are working. I was talking one day to a young girl who worked hard in a shoe factory, and I asked her if she did not become tired of her life, and whether she did not wish to change her lot with someone who had more luxuries than she. She answered, “We all long for luxuries, but still I am happiest when I work hard¬ est, for I have not time to be discontented.” Unless one has been at the bottom of the ladder it is impossible to realize the joy of ascent, and the higher one climbs, the more glory one wins. A heathen philosopher is quoted as saying, “Time and I against any other two.” The coming ages are ours, and we all desire to make something of ourselves. This will require hard work. Longfellow expresses this thought gloriously in this quotation: “Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.” Blanche Rooney, 1923. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 25 THE MYSTERY OF THE CHATEAU. All day long the July sun had been beating down mercilessly until even the shrubs and flowers seemed to be bending before his will. But it had not wilted the ardor of Jack Mandor, that versatile young traveler, always on I the alert for the new, the unique, the mysterious. For years he had wandered over the world seeking out-of-the way places, being supported by the income from a fund left him by a mysterious father whom he had never seen. As he approached a beautiful but uncared for chateau, surrounded by a score of stately elms, hemlocks, and willows, he stopped and turning to his guide said, “And well, Pierre, to whom does this chateau belong?” “Eh bien, monsieur, it’s a long story but”-And here he told of old Monsieur Frontignan who had many years before inhabited the chateau but who had suddenly disappeared leaving no trace behind him and no provision as to the disposal of his worldly goods. The rumor had spread that the house was haunted and he had been spirited aw r ay. Two years later a newly-wed couple, too sincere and trusting to harbor any suspicions or superstitions in their hearts had taken up their abode in the beautiful chateau. Only two weeks had elapsed before the young bride suddenly died, apparently suffering from no malady, af¬ flicted with no disease. Her husband followed her to the grave ere the tolling of the chimes had died away in the hills. From that day the chateau had remained deserted. “Well,” said Jack, with a loud burst of merriment, “guess I shall take a chance in living in it and ferreting out the spooks.” “Ah non, monsieur! you are mad. You will be killed!” “Oh, no, Pierre, don’t worry about me. I haven’t trained my muscles on the gridiron for six years for no purpose. It will take more than a spook to carry me off!” “Bon Dieu! Bon Dieu! Monsieur is out of his head,” cried out the hor¬ rified French guide and throwing his hands in the air ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. Chuckling with delight Jack proceeded to investigate. After gaining an admittance through the window he fearlessly lighted a match. A strange feel¬ ing came over him. The room was dark, damp, and gloomy. The house was admirably furnished but the air was heavy and oppressive. Nevertheless, Jack immediately made himself at home. Two w r eeks later Jack, still alive in spite of the fears of Pierre, returning from a little stroll around the magnificent grounds adjoining the chateau in the hot sun was mentally wishing for a glass of clear, ice cold water when he noticed in a little arbor of climbing roses a moss covered well which] he had never before seen. As he approached it the air seemed to grow oppressive and a sickening odor assailed him. For a moment he drew back sniffing curiously but being something of a detective, or rather having always hoped to be one, he approached the well and looking down into it saw nothing to make him uneasy, nothing to warrant such an odor. He had just tasted a rather small amount of the water when with a suddenness which made him start he heard the sound of a bell secreted some¬ where in the house. For hours Jack sought to find its location but finally gave it up as useless, feeling fatigued in mind and body. It was not long before his head began to feel heavy, his pulses lagged, and his nerves throbbed. He tried to pull himself 26 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. together but his strength of which he had always been proud had deserted him and he fell to the floor in a swoom. It was morning and a beautiful one. The sun streamed in through the windows as Jack rose unsteadily to his feet and muttered through clenched teeth, “I’ll solve this mystery or die in the attempt” and with a weary smile added, “and I’ve made good progress toward the latter.” On examining the ground near the well he found a button which under pressure caused a bell in the chateau to sound. Jack determined to search the well and after it had been drained al¬ most to the bottom crept down its slippery sides holding his handkerchief over his nostrils. Suddenly, with a cry of surprise and fear he beheld the body of an old man half rotted away amidst shining pieces of gold and silver. His brain was in a whirl but taking courage he rubbed his eyes to make certain he was not dreaming and touched the hand which lay nearest him and watched it dissolve into dust. All atremble he crept up the well and into the house where he began his search for papers which would disclose the identity of the dead man. Finally he found a book labelled, “The Personal Diary of F. M. alias Monsieur Frontignan.” After reading a few pages the mystery was solved. Left alone in the world, deserted by his wife, Monsieur Frontignan had hidden his wealth in the well and lest it should be stolen had secreted the bell in the chateau to warn him of any attempt at robbery. But on a visit to the well he had suffered from an attack of some disease, perhaps a shock, and had fallen into the well, where he had rotted away with his treasure, polluting the water and poisoning the young couple who had innocently partaken of it. A strange feeling came over Jack as he read on and on. The records in the diary set his brain in a whirl. He felt himself aging years in minutes. Then with a strange suddenness the truth of what he read penetrated into his mind and heart and with a heart-rending cry of despair he threw himself face don- ward on the floor crying, “Oh, father, why did you have to beam your burden alone, afraid even to show your name! Oh, Father, Father! Why!” But he did not continue ; the shock had been too great for him in his weak¬ ened condition. He felt his heart shattered into a thousand pieces, his legs and arms stiffened, his respiration grew heavy, his eyes closed and in a moment he had joined his beloved father in eternity. Inez E. SanClemente,, 1923. TREES. “Essays are written by fools, like me, But only God can make a tree.” Of all the beauties of nature none seem more conspicuous to me than the tree. From the earliest days the tree has served as a shelter and protection for mankind. Adam and Eve found comfort in the shade cast by the trees of Paradise. Robinson Crusoe found shelter in the branches of a lofty tree from the hungry beasts of the island celebrated by Defoe. Washington found a suit¬ able place to give commands to his troops under the famous elm at Cambridge. I, too, find pleasure in pausing in a grove of trees and lying underneath their shel- THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 27 tering limbs to dream, especially on the poet’s thought: “The groves were God’s first temples.” Indeed no better place of worship could be found than in the space beautified by God’s own hand and peopled with His own trees. Little do we realize how careless and forgetful people are toward the preservation of these landmarks wherein the lumber is hewn for our homes and for the furniture within our homes. How indifferent we are when we see someone trampling down a little root which would have some day turned into a sizable tree mayhap, for “Great oaks from little acorns spring.” I can remember how four summers ago in the quaint village in the White Mountains, Intervale, I passed through a most beautiful grove of pines. I made inquiries as to their name and learned that the spot was appropriately called “The Cathedral Pines,” due to the beauty of the grove and the soft music vibrated by the pines. Three weeks ago as I was reading a daily paper, I spied the article “Famous ‘Cathedral Pines’ to be destroyed.” Upon reading the article I found the cause to be due to the sudden demise of the owner, his death coming upon him so quickly no will was made. There was a dispute among his heirs and in order to settle the estate, the pines were to be confiscated and the land used for com¬ mercial purposes. In truth the “Cathedral Pines” occupy a space of about one hundred and fifty acres and I learned that a movement is now afoot among tourists and nature lovers who realize the beauty of God’s work to contribute money to buy the famous grove because of its appealing loveliness. The tree has been a help to mankind from century to century, playing its part even in modern times in the recent World War to camouflage and hide our guns and equipment. In celebration of this gift of God Kilmer enkindles ecstasy in the heart of mankind with his lines: “I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast. A tree that looks at God all day And lifts its arms as if to pray. A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair. Poems were made by fools, like me, But only God can make a tree.” Harold Moran, 1923. CHARMS OF GOOD LITERATURE. Shakespearian Sonnet. When summer days are bright and warm and fair, I gather in my arms these books of mine, And in the shady garden hammock there I quietly and peacefully recline; Or wander by the river’s sparkling brim To find some peaceful, unknown, lonely nook And there beneath the cool, deep shadows dim, Peruse and dream o’er my beloved book. 28 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. But if the days are wet and drear and cold And by the fire indoors I needs must stay, Among great deeds, brave knights and tales of old, With kings and queens I wile the time away; So while good tales and poems beside me lie, Let tempests loudly wail, for what care I ? Flora M. Youngson, 1923. WANDERLUST. Beyond the East the rising sun, Beyond the West the sea, And in them both the wanderlust That will not let me be. My dreams soar high in winged flight; In brightest fantasy I roam and roam an endless path, Nor rest, though weary be. I hear the ocean’s luring call, And when the angry waves Beat up against the rocks and shore, The salt air then I crave. The road, I know not . where it winds, Nor where the river goes; The gypsy blood pervades my veins, And through them quickly flows. The blue hills seem to beckon me To lands of mystic charm, To lands where lotus blossoms sweet Give out their healing balm. And now to Egypt’s deserts wide, I wend my joyful way, By camel’s easy, graceful stride, And the howdah’s awkward sway. To classic Greece my steps now turn, Where lakes in silvery sheen Abound midst vales of palm and pine, And fairy woodlands green. To smiling, sunny, dauntless France, Whose old chateaux and towers Seem dull and grey, yet proud of mien From out their frames of flowers. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 29 But oh, for skies of azure hue, To sleep ’neath Venetian stars, To hear midst gladsome, happy dreams Songs of gondoliers. In Russia’s cold and dismal steppes I do not linger there; For warmer, brighter lands I yearn, Where I may feel no care. I climb the cliffs of Switzerland, The Alps: eternal wall. Midst snow and cold abyss of air Up mountain sides so tall. To olive-skinned, enchanting Spain Whose gallant troubadours Pay court to dark-eyed girls who dance To sound of their tambours. I linger long on Asia’s strands, Her jewels rare to see, Who lifts her minarets o’er ground Black with the cypress tree. To many other lands I drift, And wander aimlessly. I tire at last of foreign scenes, My own land long to see. America, I long for thee, Oh, land of liberty, Oh, soil where pilgrim fathers trod, No other land for me. Here brooks, whose lilting music sooths The soul; and rapture sweet Steals over me and gives loved peace And rest to wearied feet. The old ships sail to home again, The young ships sail away, But I have found my port at last, And I am here to stay. Ruth Cheney, 1923. 30 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. DISCONTENT. We view the mountains towering high, And fain would prospect there, Whilst hidden underneath our feet Are beds of jewels rare. As frail craft tossed on restless seas, We wander to and fro, Hoping some treasures near to find, A secret thing to know. We envy him of high estate, And cast a wistful eye Upon a brother’s blade of grass That flourisheth near by. Our store is full, yet still we crave, Nor seek to curb our will, We love to view the plain below From off the highest hill. The rose is trampled underfoot To pluck the briar thorn; We grasp for what we long have sighed And lo! are left forlorn. With all the wealth of ages ours Alas! that we should find How poor we are, if we possess A discontented mind. Innes McRae, 1923. LIGHT ESSAYS. Note:—The following were written in imitation of the style of certain “airy trifles” by Hilaire Belloc, Leacok, Beerbohm, etc., read in class. HAIRPINS. Hairpins are the bane of my life. I truly believe that there is no other requisite of the feminine toilet which can be so troublesome. Men complain of collar buttons. And they require, if I am not mistaken, only two at one time. Just think of it! Only two of these things need be produced at once. And then they think they are abused. I wonder what they would do if they required twenty or twenty-five of them. It is perfectly amazing how many hairpins manage to vanish into thin air. I go down town and purchase a supply which seems sufficient to last me at least a month. And upon my word, within a week, I am absolutely hairpinless. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 31 Then comes the art of getting ’em in—that is, in my hair and not in my head. There is a vast difference, especially if the new hat fits rather snugly. For acute discomfort nothing on this earthly sphere can be compared to a misplaced hairpin. Honestly, one hairpin alone can ruffle one’s temper beyond repair, cause a headache, and in extreme cases, make one “say things” to and about a new hat which would make me blush to repeat. Such is a misplaced hairpin. Men claim that, given a hairpin, a woman can accomplish very nearly any¬ thing. Harpins certainly are useful. I never tried to pick the lock of a safe with one, but I know they are a good substitute for buttonhooks. For variety, nothing can equal the troublesome but useful hairpin. Really, it is quite thrilling to go shopping for them. Whenever I see placed in tempting array a large assortment of hairpins, I am consumed by a desire to buy the whole lot. I think the tiny “invisibles” are the most interesting. In fact it is my private opinion that all hairpins have the gift of becoming invisible whenever they so desire. Mary Comolli, 1923. ON THEM (With apologies to Belloc). I do not like Them. Don’t ask me why or try to convince me that I should as I have plenty of reasons for not liking Them. I say again I do not like Them and I never will. There would be no particular point saying I didn’t like Them if everybody agreed with me, but it drives me to express my dislike— really my hatred more and more when I hear these silly lovers of nature in all its forms praising and lauding Them to the skies as in my eyes They can do more harm than the world dreams of. If you will make a little list of the chief crimes committed by living beings, you will find that They commit the greatest, the crudest, the darkest. They drag their slippery, sickening, loathsome bodies over the tender petals of sweet¬ smelling flowers. They eat into th e very hearts of our choicest blossoms as though to take revenge for their own lack of beauty. Ah! They are cruel. Cruelty and loathsomeness are expressed in their very way of crawling along, unconscious of the fact that They mar the beauty on which They glide. They are green, that horrid green that makes one think of that famous medicine—castor oil—yellow, that unpleasant shade—you know —like the yolks of fresh eggs six months old and still many more hideous, dis¬ gusting colors. Their Master, however, seems to protect Them. Indeed, it sometimes seems They have a charmed life. I have seen one cut in two and yet struggling and creeping along—leaving its lower part behind it. It is enough to make us forget that perhaps some day They will become flitting butterflies when we could watch them day after day and never see Them do a single thing that is kind and never show any desire other than that of eat¬ ing away our plants. Their lack of appreciation of beauty is clearly shown when They do not know enough to hide themselves, but even have the audacity to crawl down the back of anyone who accidently or intentionally leans against the trunk of an old apple tree. As for me, when I sit down to my dinner, draw my salad dish toward me, swallow one mouthful, smack my lips in delight, go for more and see one of 32 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Them, as hideous and as disgusting as only one of Them could be, peeking out from behind a piece of lettuce, my heart turns sick within me and I swear I shall be content to go forever without seeing a butterfly if I may be spared the pain of seeing one of Them. Thank goodness, I do not yield enough to write their name but I hate Them and let Them with their creepy bodies haunt me as they will, I’ll never be afraid to say, “I hate Them.” Inez SanClemente, 1923. ON NOTHING. Did you ever think of nothing? It is remarkable how much can be said about nothing. Some people can talk for hours about nothing. In fact, there are so many things that can be said about nothing that one can hardly think of them. There are thousands of writers who have written on thousands of subjects such as Revenge, Discourse, Sunsets, Books, Death, Life, Philosophy, Men, Women, Children, How to Hold Babies, How to Catch Fish, How to Avoid Getting Married, and so on, and so on, and so on; thousands, I repeat it, thousands of subjects. S ome years ago there was a man, I hear, named Bacon, a contemporary of Eggs I believe, who made a practice of writing down all his thoughts as they came to him. Whenever he had a thought on something, he just put it down on paper and then thought as many more thoughts on that subject as he could, put¬ ting them down, too. When he had finished thinking, he took the paper out of the typewriter and called it an essay! Simple, what? I wonder what would happen if I did that. Suppose I did. I sit down, pencil in hand, paper before me and say to myself, “Come on now, old man, let’s have a few worth-while thoughts on something.” Nothing seems to happen at this so I try a new line, “Let me ponder, let me ponder.” But what shall I ponder about? Oh, there are plenty of things to ponder about. Take for instance-er-oh, er-why, er—. Well, what shall I think about? That’s the way it goes. About sixty-five minutes and I strike it; I think of nothing. So that’s what I write about. Boyd Lewis, 1923. THE MALADY OF ER. Did you ever happen to meet any people afflicted with the Malady of Er? Probably you never heard it called the Malady of Er; perhaps it was masquer¬ ading under the name of Unpreparedness or Bashfulness. But after all, what’s in a name? I am positive you have surely made the acquaintance of the de¬ plorable malady under one name or the other. It is most commonly found in school children, especially in High school students, I believe. At times this malady gets somewhat better and at other times, particularly on days of oral compositions, I have noticed it becomes very, very bad. I have known students to be complet ely under its power. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 33 It was only last month that I saw a striking example of the power of this malady. A teacher, eagerly expectant of an interesting talk, called on one of her students to recite. The student walked boldly to the front of the room and took his stand in front of the class. His cheeks became flushed, his hands began to twitch, his lips formed an uncertain smile and his eyes roved from one spot to another. Then he began to shift his weight from one foot to another and a word formed on his lips, slowly and painfully. Now the dreaded malady ap¬ peared. The student began in this fashion: “My-er-talk-er-to-day-er-is-er- er-er-er-on the-er-subject of er-er-er-” (a long pause). Then the cruel, un- sympathizing teacher said, “ ou may come back for two afternoon sessions.” (I think it is too bad that teachers are so unsympathetic, don’t you? Of course, the case I just related was a very severe one.) I have also seen many other cases of the malady in public speakers. I have heard that this malady can be cured by taking a mixture of Pre¬ paredness, Self-confidence and Animation. If you would like to know how this mixture is made, just call at the office of Drs. Conscience and Animation and I am sure they will gladly tell you the way. As I-er-cannot-er say anything more on-er-this subject, er I shall have to cease. Flora Youngson, 1923. THE CARE OF A MAN’S HAIR. To me there is no greater part of a man’s toilet than the combing of his hair. Every morning he arises and finds himself always in the same predica- men t he must comb his hair to keep up with the Jones’s. Now every male is not fussy with his hair. I am. I think it is only laziness on a man’s part to allow his hair to remain unkempt. I arise at about seven on school mornings, never any earlier, and Satur¬ day finds me in bed until noon. (Sleeping? Oh no, just resting comfortably). I do the natural things, dress andi wash in about twenty minutes. There the awful thing remains—to comb my hair. On this part of my toilet I spend sure¬ ly ten minutes for if the part is not exactly right and resembles “Farmer Jones’ cow path,” then I have to comb it over again. It takes an especially long time in these days when it is the fashion to wear the hair long, or when I have run out of my appliances “Hair Groom” or “Slikum.” While I am upstairs fussing with my hair, the cry comes from below, “Are you coming to breakfast?” Of course, I answer “Yes” but in reality my shoes aren’t even on or my tie knotted. I presume my hair is okeh and prepare to descend, but by the time my shoes are tied, my hair does not suit me. A few more unpleasant words are uttered and again I say, “At last it is over.” I finish my meal and don my sweater. By the time my sweater is over my head, the hair is spoiled again. Disgust overcomes me. I give my hair one brush back and leave the house. Do you blame men with hair turned gray at an early age? Do you blame bald heads to find joy with their few locks? Girls may complain of having a good crop of hair to look after, but they have all sorts of twists, curls, and switches to enable them to beautify their coiffures. Of course, there may be an argument arising from the feminine sex that Rodolph Valentino wears a wig, as rumor says, but do you blame him? H. M. Moran, 1923. 34 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. ON DECORATING A HALL FOR A HIGH SCHOOL DANCE. Did you ever assist in the decoration of a hall to make it ready for a High school dance? No? Well, then, you ought to. For noise, excitement, and gen¬ eral confusion it cannot be outdone. Especially if you have in charge of things a self-asserting young man with an enduring will. With such was the ’23 class blessed. If the hall is a large one, you can enjoy yourself still more, because then you can shout from one extremity to the other, calling for the string or the hammer, or anything, just to hear your voice resound. Not till then do you realize the musical possibilities of your vocal chords, and you wonder why you never noticed them before. Of course, it doesn’t matter if your mouth is full of pins at the time. You can reserve them carefully in a corner like a piece of gum. It might be disastrous if you swallowed the pins, though, for the decoration of the hall might not be completed in time. If you want to watch something exciting, direct your steps to the center of the hall. Here several persons are aiding (they fancy they are aiding, so permit me to use the word) in fastening crepe paper streamers to the ceiling. This idea of decoration has been conceived by the chairman of the decorating committee, as you might know. Two young men have ascended to the utmost top of the building, and removing the framework of an opening in the ceiling, have lowered strings weighted with small pieces of wood. If you have an imagina¬ tive mind, it will remind you of nice fat spiders lowering themselves by their webs. When the boys remove the framework and lean over the edge to see how the work is going on, everyone cranes his neck and with mouth open waits for the boys to fall through the opening. Perhaps you won’t believe it, but it’s ex¬ tremely disappointing when they fail to do this. You really feel like a child deprived of its choice piece of candy. If you would really prove to yourself the value of a powerful voice, you should hear the head of the decorating committee shouting “Pull” at the top of his lungs to the two youths above pulling the streamers. Such a voice should be used for auctioneering. It could give value to a ten-cent whistle. At last after a final shout the streamers are hoisted with an airy grace to their positions. The persons who have been holding them give a sigh of relief. You’d really think it was they who had been doing all the work. Ah! but you should try to cover the electric-light bulbs with crepe paper. To do this it is necessary to have either the patience of Job or a picturesque vo¬ cabulary. First you mount a stepladder to nearly the last step. A position on the window ledge of the last story of the Woolworth building seems not more precarious than an uncertain footing on that ladder. You begin to wonder where firemen get their courage. You daintily wind the paper around the globe, all the while wishing you had a few more hands to work with and a little more skill. You pin the edges to-gether and descend the ladder to view the result of your handiwork. You groan, then frown at your companion who is laughing at the appearance of the globe. Of course you realize that it ressembles nothing quite so much as an old discarded sun-bonnet, but you do not like to have it laughed at. Well, this will never do. It offends your artistic sense, and you try again, this time ruffling the top, according to the suggestion of a teacher. Ah! that is better. Now for a pin. But where are the pins? THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 35 You’re sure they were there on that step-ladder a minute ago. You re¬ member that patience is a virtue and in a loud voice you page the pins. Presto! someone appears with them from the farthest corner of the hall, and you accept them thankfully. At last you have everything to work with and you impulsively push the pin through the paper—into your waiting thumb. Oh agony! Why did you ever consent to be on the decorating committee, you think. And how can you work when you must nurse your injured thumb in your mouth? Decid¬ ing that you’ve really earned a rest, you sit down on the step-ladder, and inci¬ dentally on the scissors and a paper of pins, to watch the others work. You notice the principal on the opposite side of the hall engaged in the work you have just forsaken. How deftly he winds the paper around the bulb and at the same time, how carelessly. Oh, to be a man! To do things swiftly, not bothering whether one side of the paper hangs lower than the other or not! But your conscience troubles you. After he has left his work and is busy at the other end of the hall you steal over, dragging the ladder as quietly as you can, and surreptitiously even off the edges of the paper. That done to your satisfaction you consult your watch, and decide that you have an important engagement at that hour. But you wonder just how you can get out without being perceived. If anyone should notice you going out, you would be considered a slacker (and yet you have worked two entire hours. You know that if you had been requested to work that long at home you would sud¬ denly have been seized with a lame arm . or shoulder as a preventative against labor). . Well, you must take a chance at eclipsing yourself secretly, and seeing that everyone near you is busy on his work, you start slowly and carefully for the door. With your eyes on the chairman, and breathing a fervent prayer that he will not turn around, you move on, nearer and nearer the entrance. Y T ou are almost there when crash! you collide with a chair, which in your anxiety lest you be seen, you had overlooked. There. Y r ou knew it. The chairman has turned around, and is surveying you with a suspicious eye. But you suddenly become brave and making a wild dash through the door, and nearly taking the chair with you, gain the stairs. Ah ! he is shouting a command to return, but you are out and safe, and breathing a thankful sigh you continue blissfully on your way. Ruth Cheney, 1923 . ON TEACHING AUTOMOBILE DRIVING. Yes, it is very amusing to be the teacher or even the spectator of a person learning to drive an automobile. The funniest part of the whole affair is that the teacher feels two hundred per cent safer and more at ease than the pros¬ pective driver. I can remember taking a fellow out one afternoon and con¬ senting to let him try the wheel. We started off, and it was some start, too, I assure. He had his foot down on the gas about half way before he let up his clutch, and we started with such a jerk that. I cried out, “Oh, my lumbago !” He almost broke my back. Never¬ theless, at the first corner we took, he used his presence of mind and a little common sense. When he turned that corner, on the other side of which was a telephone pole, instead of turning a complete circle and bumping into the pole, he straightened out just in time to avoid it. That’s what I call a skillful driver. 36 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. I glanced at him after he performed this marvelous feat, and noticed the per¬ spiration coming out on his forehead, and if he ever had any color to his com¬ plexion he surely had it then. I could have almost sworn that an artist had sprayed his visage with red paint. All this seemed amusing to me until I thonght of the first time that I was told to back a machine and remembering that, I took on a serious manner. I explained to him that it was bad form to bump into anything or knock anybody down. Moreover I told him he must never speed unless he wanted to get to a place more quickly. I gave him many more valuable points in the next hour as we rode, and was reminded of them the next time I took him out for a lesson. The first corner we came to, I heard him say, “Now, here I blow my horn and slow down, because another machine may be coming the other way.” He blew his horn all right but kept on going without looking on either side, and be¬ fore he realized what was happening, I grabbed the wheel just in time to turn out of the way of a sure accident. Of course, he knew there was no need of look¬ ing for machines coming from the side street because he blew his horn and people ought to know enough to keep out of his way. He drew up near a cigar store saying, “You see, I put my hand out to let other machines know that I’m stopping and they can pass.” An old lady, who had evidently never ridden in a machine, was passing just then, and we heard her say, “The old fool, can’t he see it isn’t raining, without putting out his hand to feel?” My pupil wanted to get out of the machine to buy some smokes but he didn’t dare take his feet off of the clutch and brake, so he asked me to move over and step on the two pedals while he went in for some cigars. I told him to pull on the emergency and then he could take his feet off with safety. He did just as I told him and we jumped forward, then backward, and halted. He had stalled the machine, and the cause of it all was, of course, he had forgotten to put the clutch in neutral, having left it in third speed. Thereupon, he became somewhat discouraged, and told me that he might do better next time, although he doubted it very much because he couldn’t talk to the machine, and if he forgot to do something, the machine wouldn’t know enough to do it itself, so what was the use? Of course, I took him out a few more times until he bought a machine of his own, and now when we meet on the road, his first greeting is, “Want to race?” Ralph Volk, 1923 . ON COURTESY AND HURRY. I am sometimes given to wondering whether courtesy is a present or totally historic quality. By courtesy, I do not mean that out-grown and exaggerated chivalry which, was so prevalent in the time of Addison and Steele, but rather that sincere and practical thoughtulness which is too big and splendid to be enslaved by the patron saint of the American people, St. Vitus, commonly known as Hurry. We of Milford High School are whole hearted Americans in this respect. The main streets of our own town suck us in, when we venture into them during a rush hour. And as for the bakery wagon and ice-cream teams at recess—! Yet it would not be impossible to retain patience and thoughtfulness for others under such circumstances. The punctilious regard for woman may be left behind, if you will, for she claims her sphere of equal privilege and re¬ sponsibility. That quality which makes of a hurrying human group little more THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 37 than a jostling herd of animals, however, can never find expression outside of individual culture and self-control. You are not responsible for the fellow who elbowed his way past you. He is the property of the American patron saint, St. Vitus. But, brothers and sisters of the times, have you courage enough never to elbow, too? That is what matters. Innes McRae, 1923. ON HAIR NETS. One of the most interesting of articles to use is a hair net. Did you ever go into a store and buy one, bring it home, and find it didn’t match your hair? You were going out that evening and there positively was not time or means to get another. It is always at such times that we realize the great truth in the old proverb, “It’s the little things in life that count.” And it’s certainly true that hair nets do not take up much space. We find this especially true when about to comb our hair. Lay a hair net down and arrange your hair. If you take your eye off of it and do not watch it as you would a baby, you are sure to be minus the much needed article when you wish to use it. Where is it ? Oh, it might be almost anywhere. A slight gust of wind has carried it far out of sight. Perhaps you have sneezed and the ever-useful net has become indignant and figuratively walked off into thin air. At any rate it has gone and its disappearance may spoil a whole evening’s pleasure if you rely upon it to hold stray locks in place. If you are one of this multitude, please take my advice. When you buy another hair net, look it over sharply as soon as you have made the purchase. Then if it meets your desired standards as to color, size and shape, put it in a safe guarded place and hurry immediately home. Then fasten it in a place which you keep especially as the realm for your hair nets. Look about every half hour to see if it is still there, then eye it steadily while you are dressing your hair and keep a ten-pound weight on it so as to be sure it is not changing its abode. When you are ready to put it on, clamp it firmly to your head with a small army of hump hair pins. When you have accomplished this feat, you are ready to breath a deep sigh of relief and proceed to enjoy yourself until dealings with another or the same hair net occurs to ruffle your peace of mind the next day. Doris M. Celley, 1923. ON COLLAR BUTTONS. A certain young lady reminded us to-day of the woes of women. I, being a member of the opposite sex, could not bear to hear it said that women use some¬ thing which bring about more woe than any article which a man uses. Women seem to think that hairpins are a necessary evil and nothing that is used by man can be compared to them. In this conception they are mistaken, for a collar button is an article which a man heartily condemns but finds that he can not get along without. A man may have a dozen collar buttons but when he wants a certain kind he finds that they are all of the same kind, that is: those that he does not want. 38 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Collar buttons have a habit of disappearing when they are most needed. Men are absolutely against this habit but, needless to say, all their protests and profane vocabulary can not make the lost collar button reappear. This morning I was preparing to come to school on time. I was almost all dressed but found that I was unable to find a collar button. I thought that I had left it on the dresser, but look wherever 1 would 1 could not find it. I crawled under the table, and under the bed. I looked behind the door and every other place imaginable, but no collar button could I find. After I spent twenty minutes in hunting for it and exhausting myself and my vocabulary I gave up in disgust. I was late for school and this afternoon I have to return to session, and all on account of a collar button. As Scott once said; “Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, ‘Where in this great wide world of ours Hath that confounded collar button gone?’ ” Now gentle reader, are you convinced that collar buttons are a greater woe than hairpins? Charles Lufty. THE AULD HOOSE. I’m as blithe as a lark, I’m as pleased as cud be, My heart is as licht as a feather; For I’m wendin’ my way as fast as I can Tae the auld thackit hoose ’mang the heather. There’s a lassie wha’s waited there lang years for me, The dearest o’ lassies, my mither ; She sits there alane in that aul’ ingle neuk, In that auld thackit hoose ’mang the heather. I’ve wandered for years through a merciless world, But I’ve come tae the end o’ my tether, An’ I’m nearin’ the end o’ that auld windin’ road, Tae the auld thackit hoose ’mang the heather. I ken I’ll be welcomed wi’ mony a kiss, That seals hearts so nane cud e’er sever, Kings may hae bonny halls, but let me alane In that auld thackit hoose ’mang the heathen An’ at nicht as I kneel by my cosy wee bed, I’ll offer a prayer up wi’ fervour; An’ thank God above, for her whom I love, An’ that auld thackit hoose ’mang the heather. I nnes McRae, 1923. 39 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. IN STORYLAND. I sat for hours beside a stream, Where rippling waters ran, Once more to dream the happy dreams Of magic Storyland. Behold! there comes a knight of old Upon a snow-white steed, His lady fair enrobed in gold, For him of noble deeds. Now palaces and courts supreme, Appear before my view; I bow before a king and quetn: Alas! they fade anew. With funny elves 1 next contend, With nymphs and lively sprites; They twist, they twirl, they dance, they bend, As fireflies in the night. Down comes a witch with ugly mien, I cringe upon her path; Her hair so sleek, her hands so lean, I fear her dreadful wrath. A cottage now before my eyes Just big enough for three; Three lovely bears, so wondrous wise, The “babe,” the “he,” and “she.” Great giants, dwarfs, all magic charms Delight my wondrous gaze; In caves, on crags, near cliffs and walls They spread their venturous days. Into the realms of music’s charm Of Pan and his weird pipes, Apollo’s lute and beauteous psalms Arouse in me new strife. And thus I sat beside the stream Where rippling waters ran, And wove a magic maze of dreams, From out of Storyland. Marie Cahill, 1923. 40 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. GOOD NIGHT. The sun goes down and evening swiftly comes: O’er land and sea a silence seems to reign. Down by the shore an insect softly hums; Night gently lulls to sleep all earthly pain. Forgotten are all sorrows in night’s calm, Each wood thing’s fast asleep within its lair, Each weary bird is safe, away from harm, Night’s ruling hand guards all of them with care. The firefly bright its lantern quickly shows, The night is gaily decked with gleaming stars, The air is sweet and pure, the new moon glows On a fair world. Its glory nothing mars. Mildly He watches all from realms of light. The world’s at peace, all’s w r ell, good-night. Marie Cahill, 1923. TO THE NIGHT. Oh! wondrous Night, so full of peace and calm, To thee our weary minds do homage pay And turn to seek the comforts which like balm Sad hearts relieve of griefs and cares of Day. Oh! welcome guest, to thee we gladly turn For rest which thou alone cans’t really give. For your calm and peaceful shades we daily yearn Wherein strange sounds and plaintive sighs do live. The silv’ry moon with grace and beauty sails Serene and calm amongst the brilliant stars That glorify the power which never fails. The sparkling gleams of Hope steal through our bars, A prayer we gently breathe. To thee, oh Night, We turn, and marvel at thy wondrous sight. Inez E. SanClemente, 1923. INNOCENCE. _ Sweet Innocence! thou wondrous star so pure, Enthrall me, do, and make me slave to thee. I feel so powerless within thy lure, But willingly I bound to thee would be. Thou’rt free from guile as is the babe so sweet That sleepeth softly on its mother’s breast. Fair Innocence, I fear me ’tis but meet THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 41 That thou with such as these woulds’t only rest. Ah me! I fain would cast aside all thought If I couldst have once more a share of thee. What matter be to us our worldly lot If once from thee our fickle souls we free? Oh! come and lend, sweet Innocence, thine ear And grant that I might e’er to thee be near! Mary Pelkey, 1923. MEMORIES. Through mem’ries’ realms there comes to me, So aged and so gray, A vision of those other days When all was bright and gay. Those days, when as the rising sun Doth bathe the earth in gold, So did our joyous footsteps tread A path of flowery mould. A vision which to me is more Than all this world can give; A bit of paradise on earth To soothe us while we live. As calmly as the fall of mist From celestial shores above, So does this cloud of fancy drop Before my weary eyes. Those eyes which long have watched with hope, The coming of a day When sorrows, troubles, heavy cares, Would all be washed away. Why lift this welcome veil at all And meet the dismal stare Of those who soon will be the same? For all this lot must share. The odors of those faded flowers The bits of ribbon, too, Bespeak a time when you and I Were bright as summer’s dew. A treasured lock of hair mayhap As fragile as a breath; Or yet perchance the lingering clasp Of hands now closed in death. 42 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. So down the weary path of life ’Tis bliss to cast anew A glimpse of olden times again, For all too soon they flew. But now, alas the curtain lifts, The bitter truth is shown; The hair that once was golden hued Has white by sorrows grown. Mary Pelkey, 1923. A SONNET ON DEATH. Oh Death, what is it that we mortals fear At thy approach, when we in that dread hour Thy presence feel, and sense thy mystic power, When things of earth and those we held most dear Are passing from our sight, and dark and drear The cloudy future o’er us seem to lower? Is this, the vast unknown, thy only dower To struggling mortals, passing on from here? “Oh Man, it is not I thou fearest most, But that thou knowest not, which lies behind The portal, where I bid thee enter in To share the fuller life with that vast host That hath preceded thee, and hath resigned Things temporal, eternal joys to win.” Ruth Cheney. SONNET TO THE SNOWFLAKES. The beauty of the snowflakes touches me: How like the life of man their destin’d place! Some harmonize with charm all land and sea; Some die before the ending of the race; Some spread o’er lofty castles and great walls, And some the lonely woodman’s hut enhance. Each bows down to the will of Him who calls, And cries not out. against relentless chance. In willing sacrifice their lives are spent. To hearts of men their softness brings new cheer. To cleanse and beautify the land they’re sent On earth. What happy welcome find they here! Oh, that I may also do my destin’d work, And ne’er the duties of His will may shirk! Blanche Rooney, 1923. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 43 Alma Mater:—“Both paths are beset with obstacles my boy, but hard work and perseverance will win the goal. 44 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. VALEDICTORY DICKENS, THE NOVEUST. There is no writer in all literature who is better loved than Charles Dickens, whom many term the greatest English humorist and novelist-reformer of any age. He is estimated among that small class of rare geniuses who have given to the world literature of high intrinsic excellence. As a sympathetic biographer has remarked, “He was a great Force, seeing, understanding, sympathetic, kindly, loving good, hating evil, equally a master of the pathetic and the humorous, the terrible and the kindly, the plain and the grotesque.” When Dickens first began to write, his style showed the influence of Wash¬ ington Irving, whose books he loved and kept “on his shelves, and in his thoughts and in his heart of hearts.” Perhaps too, as some have thought, his style was influenced by Carlyle, whom he was always ready to “go at all times farther to see than any man alive” and whose teachings he seemed always ready to accept. Gradually, however, his work lost all traces of the older writers in general method and in detail, and he began to condense and concentrate his ef¬ fects in succession of very skilfully arranged scenes. In regard to his style as a whole the following critical opinion is of value: “On the side of style Dickens cannot be called a great master. Masters of style among the great novelists are the exception rather than the rule: and the ex¬ planation probably is that in most cases the writer’s energy and attention are engaged with the processes of invention to the comparative neglect of the matter of expression. While his style is undoubtedly effective for its purpose, it lacks those minute perfections or those magic splendors which characterize the very greatest work in prose expression. When we come to the more important mat¬ ters of his art, Dickens’ real mastery begins to appear. He is a great story¬ teller. His plots are large, varied, and complicated; yet he displays great skill in the handling of the broad and intricate construction. He is a wonderful in¬ ventor of incident but it is probably in the creation of character that his greatest genius is displayed.” Dickens introduced into the novel the purpose which should be that of every good book—to teach us to enjoy life or help us to endure it. He reveals to us the hidden veins of humor and pathos which lie beneath the surface of the every day world. He tries in his writings to make us realize that Faith, Hope and Charity should abide in every heart, and he himself with his immense interest in mankind manifests everywhere a deep human sympathy with all God’s erring creatures. Dickens’ purpose in his novels is always to set right what is wrong and he never holds an abuse to be unimprovable. This humanitarian purpose is worthy of his powers. No man could have been more direct in his aim nor more success¬ ful in its achievement. Always it is some practical abuse in police courts or prisons, some hidden cruelty and shame in the conduct of certain schools or the renting of tenements, some heartless delay in the course of justice which makes him hot with indignation and causes him to bring into full play his power of arousing in others the emotion born within him. Especially well does he portray by entertaining instead of ordinary didactic methods the evils of the schools and workhouses of England and the shameless abuses which existed in child training. His well known pathetic child stories, which are perhaps the best loved of his novels, were written in order that he might condemn various types of coercion, from the brutal punishment of Squeers and Creakle in schools to that of the Murdstones and Mrs. Gargery in homes. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 45 How different are the children in the care of these characters from those in the care of Mr. Marton, the old school-master and sympathetic teacher in “The Old Curiosity Shop” and dear Dr. Strong, who was, as David Copperfield says, “the ideal of the whole school, for he was the kindest of men.” In these schools hu¬ man hearts seem to grow and blossom naturally. Again, in his description of Blimber’s school he gives a stern criticism of the cramming system. In fact throughout all his books Dickens never ceases to plead for kindly treatment of the child. He makes the child the centre of all literature, for the first time trying to arouse the heart of the Christian world to the fact that it was treating the child with heartless brutality. As James L. Hughes remarks in his interesting book “Dickens As An Educator,” “Dickens is beyond comparison the chief English apostle of childhood, and its leading champion in securing a just, intelligent, and considerate recognition of its rights by adulthood, which till his time had been deliberately coercive and almost universally tyrannical in dealing with children.” The writer calls Dickens “England’s greatest education¬ al reformer” and adds that “he is certainly not less an educator because his books have been widely read.” In “Pickwick” one of his purposes is to bring before us the shameless condi¬ tions of the debtors’ prisons; in “Oliver Twist” the evils of the schools man¬ aged by the parishes as they then existed; in “Nicholas Nickleby” the conditions of the Yorkshire schools and in “Barnaby Rudge” the inevitable consequences of sin. With unfailing sympathy he drew a picture of the “dregs of life” and wrought the wonderful plots of his novels into which he wove ideals which were far in advance of his age and portrayed above all the value of real sympathy, real kindness, and real humor. As a man, Dickens had immense strength of will and a determination if he did a thing at all to do it thoroughly. It was a part of his intense individuality to set a high value upon anything he was striving to accomplish. Unlike some authors he valued highly the public’s appreciation of his novels. His paramount powers are humor and pathos and all the popularity which pleased him rests in his power to awaken an almost feverish sensibility, to move to tears and laughter. Without leaving our fireplaces or reading rooms we are moved to tears, our cheeks are “broadened with laughter, and we are made to tremble with emotion.” Dickens makes vivid the commonest of objects. An old house, parlor, school, or boat which other writers would pass by, he brings out with precision and force. His pathos extends from the stern, tragic pathos of “Hard Times” to the melting pathos of “The Old Curiosity Shop.” “Dombey and Son” and the infinite pathos of the helplessness of Smike and Jo. His narrative power, that ability to tell a good story which is excellently shown, for example, in “A Tale of Two Cities,” is as characteristic of him as is his felicity of phrase, in which few have equaled him. In all his novels we have a proof of his wonderful inventiveness. Each book has food or material enough for several novels yet each scene, each chapter is bound with the preceeding one like links in a chain. Critics have remarked that his drawing of characters is “sharp rather than deep.” He makes them stand out, makes them live in our hearts as the denuncia¬ tion of their particular trades or professions as Mould the undertaker, Weller the coachman, and Blimber the school-master or as representatives of virtues and vices as Pecksniff for hypocrisy, Micawber for joyous improvidence, and Little Dorrit for motherly instinct in a girl. His pictures of the middle class of people abound in kindly humor while the humor and pathos of poverty commend them¬ selves to his powerful imagination and descriptive power. It is an acknowledged fact, of course, that Dickens succeeded rarely in giving us a realistic picture of 46 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. members of the wealthy class, with whom he had small acquaintance in his for¬ mative years. In his heart there was always a genuine love of nature at all times and he once said: “Nature has subtle helps for all who are admitted to her wonders and mysteries.” The following quotation is one of many which might be shown to give evidence of his observation of nature. He is describing the night when Ralph Nickleby, ruined and crushed, slinks home to his death. “The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds furiously and fast before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others but lingering sullenly be¬ hind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and more than once stopped to let it pass over: but, somehow, when he went forward again it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.” In summing up Dickens’ claim to our admiration and love I cannot do bet¬ ter than repeat the words of one of his greatest admirers who says: “All in all Dickens has made us more willing to go cheerfully along the strange, crowded way of human life because he has deepened our faith that there is something of the divine on earth and something of the human in heaven.” Each novel of Dickens has its individual appeal. You have all in your earlier years undoubtedly laughed and cried over the experiences of the char¬ acters in “Oliver Twist,” “The Old Curiosity Shop,” and “Great Expectations.” The one novel, however, which the majority of people seemed to enjoy most of all is “David Copperfield” of which Dickens himself said: “Of all my books, I like this the best. It will be easily believed that I am a fond parent to every child of my fancy, and that no one can ever love that family as I love them. But like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favorite child—and his name is David Copperfield!” Nothing can ever destroy the popularity of this work, as in “David Copperfield” Dickens not only gave us a fine novel but in it he put his life’s blood. It has been said that if you know “David Copperfield” you know Dickens, as this novel is probably the strongest book he ever wrote. It contains a wealth of pathos and humor with, as one writer has remarked, “the glow of youth still tinging its pages and the firm hand of manhood pervading it from beginning to end, truly a pearl without a peer.” The first feature of the novel which strikes a reader new to its charms is its reality. Through its pages we can trace the pathetic childhood of the author; his sorrows, his joys and his trials are all laid bare. Until its publication no one could have been aware of the pain it must have cost him to lay bare the story of a childhood filled with sorrows which he had locked in his breast. No reader could have traced then, as Dickens’ memory must have traced, his sorrowful ex¬ periences. And yet, as Forster his biographer warns us, we must not attempt to identify Dickens completely with David, as “David Copperfield” is “autobiog¬ raphic in thought more than in incident.” Forster says: “Too much has been assumed of a full identity of Dickens with his hero, and of a supposed intention that his own character as well as parts of his career should be expressed in the narrative. But many as are the resemblances in Copperfield’s adventures to por¬ tions of these of Dickens, it would be the greatest mistake to imagine anything like a complete identity of the fictitious novelist with the real one, beyond the Hungerford scenes.” It is interesting to consider some of the details which are admittedly a re¬ flection of Dickens’ early life. When he pictures to us the unforgettable Mr. and Mrs. Micawber, he gives us in reality a picture of his own father and mother who had fallen deeply into debt. Every effort was made to keep off the evil day but all in vain. Mrs. Dickens made abortive efforts at setting up an educational THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 47 establishment to aid her husband, just as Dickens describes Mrs. Micawber’s ef¬ forts toward the same end in her opening of “Mrs. Micawber’s Boarding Estab¬ lishment for Young Ladies.” Mr. Dickens was placed in the poor debtors’ prison where Charles was warned just as Mr. Micawber warns David that “if a man had twenty pounds a year, and spent nineteen pounds, nineteen shillings and six pence, he would be happy: but a shilling spent the other way would make him wretched.” Then there ensued a period of misery for the family, especially Charles, in which, as he afterwards wrote in bitter anguish of remembrance, “but for the mercy of God, he might easily have become, for any care that was taken of him, a little robber or a little vagabond.” In a similar way David Copperfield was left by the Murdstones to his own cruel chances in the London streets. It was during this period that Dickens became familiar with the inside of a pawnbroker’s shop and sold the paternal “library” piecemeal to the owner, as David Copper- field sold the books of Mr. Micawber when he acted as his representative. It is very interesting to note that Dickens even goes so far as to ascribe to David the identical books which he himself had been forced to sell, namely: “Roderick Random,” “Peregrine Pickle,” “Tom Jones,” “The Vicar of Wakefield,” and “Robinson Crusoe.” Finally, Charles was placed in Jonathan Warren’s blacking warehouse, in which he was secured a position by a relative. Here between facts and fiction there is but a difference in names, as David Copperfield was placed in Murdstone and Grinby’s warehouse, which Dickens describes as being “a crazy old house with a wharf of its own abutting on the water when the tide was in, and on the mud when the tide was out, and literally overrun with rats.” The bottles on which David pasted labels were as the blacking pots on which Dickens pasted them. The menial work of Dickens and David, the poor recompense, the uncon¬ genial companionship during working time and the speculative devices of the dinner hour were the same in each case. The numerous experiences of the young Dickens during the noon hour are revealed to us in David Copperfield, who young and childish, also could not resist the “stale pastry put out for sale” and spent on that what he should have kept for his dinner. Again Dickens ascribes to David his own experience of walking into a public-house and arousing the compassion of the landlord by saying “Just draw me a glass of the genuine Stunning, if you please, with a good head to it.” A quarrel arose between his father and a relative and he was taken from the busi¬ ness just as David was, and ran away. Considering all this, it is not strange that Dickens should have looked back with bitterness, unusual in him, upon the days of his childish solitude and degredation. Dickens himself began to study stenography with the idea of becoming a court stenographer and he gives us a picture of his efforts and difficulties in David, who strives to master the subject with the help of Traddles, a former school¬ mate. It is of interest in this connection to recall that Dickens gained such pro¬ ficiency in stenography that he, as a reporter, often transcribed important Par¬ liamentary and public speeches, where the strictest accuracy was required. Once in the care of his aunt, David begins life anew and makes Mr. Murd- stone’s lie blacker and blacker every day. His aunt is a character such as only Dickens could have drawn, although it is claimed she is not wholly a creature of fancy. Her companion, Mr. Dick, is one of those abnormal persons for whom Dickens as a writer alw ' ays had a liking. The author’s own favorite group in the novel were the Pegotty group,— David’s nurse, her husband and friends, but perhaps the best constructed part of the novel is the story of Little Emily and her kinsfolk. It is most skilfully inter¬ woven with personal experiences of David, and throughout the reader is 48 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. haunted by a presentiment of the coming catastrophe. Emily’s letter on leaving her home and her sweetheart with Steerforth is most appealing. It begins: “When you, who love me so much better than I ever have deserved, even when my mind was innocent, see this, I shall be far away. Oh, if you knew how my heart is torn. If even you, that I have wronged so much, that never can forgive me, could only know what I suffer.” In his description of Barkis’ death and the drowning of Steerforth Dickens gives ample proof of his ability to handle the most delicate of scenes. That of Barkis is written with admirable moderation and the description of the storm and the shipwreck, when the body of Emily’s seducer is flung dead upon the shore amid the ruins of the home he has wrecked by the side of the man whose heart he has broken, ranks with none. The humorous element of the story is furnished in part by Miss Moucher, hair dresser and manicurist, who continually exclaims, “Ain’t I volatile!” Dickens says: “She had a very large head and face, a pair of rougish gray eyes, and such extremely little arms that, to enable herself to lay a finger archly against her snub nose, as she ogled Steerforth, she was obliged to meet the finger halfway, and lay her nose against it.” This character was copied from a living original, who later remonstrated so that Dickens altered his intended use of the character. A close reader will remember how Dickens makes the thirty-second chapter undo a great deal of what the twenty-second had done and nothing but an agreeable impression is left. Many writers believe that of the heroines who divide David’s love the child- wife Dora with “her spoilt foolishness and tenderness is a trifle more attractive than the unfailing wisdom and unselfish goodness of the angel-wife Agnes.” Dickens’ description of the villain, Uriah Heep, who gains control over Agnes’ father and seeks to gain her, is a piece of elaborate workmanship, as Uriah is set forth in his villainous hypocrisy and fawning humility. Even though he is utterly detestable in character, he is the natural product of the system of training under which he was raised for he was taught nothing but “umbleness —not much else that I know of—from morning to night.” In Agnes, Dickens embodied his ideal of perfect womanhood. Never do we find a description of her outward appearance but nevertheless “we feel the soft, womanly reserve about her. Whenever she speaks a light comes into her large eyes and such a smile upon her lips, and such a charm in her words” that we feel as though she is a real character, beautiful and self-sacrificing. David’s eyes are opened at last and he realizes how great his love for Agnes is and she having loved him all her life consents to marry him, bringing him happiness. David’s devotion to her is beautiful. Always his one thought is “Oh Agnes, oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when realities are melting from me like the shadows which I now dismiss, still find thee near me, pointing upward!” And thus concludes the novel of “David Copperfield” which has charmed and delighted hundreds of readers who join in praise of the gifted writer of this and other stories which have lived with undiminished popularity for years and will continue to do so in spite of the fact that “his exaggeration, his sensationalism, his sentimentality, his coarseness, his didacticism, are all fair objects of attack.” Yet “if he is great in spite of these faults, it is because he opposes to them much greater virtues.” His books will never lose their charm and their appeal; people will continue to read him, to admire him and to love him. Always “his abiding reputation will be that of a great humorist, a great novelist, and a great master of the human heart.” THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 49 Classmates of 1923: To-night as we stand as the class of- 1923, we are conscious of the fact that this occasion marks the beginning of a new epoch in our careers. Our hearts are filled with joy and satisfaction at the rewards we have received from four years of happy school-life at Milford High. Yet this joy we are experiencing is pervaded with sorrow, for we realize that we stand at the threshold of Life and we know not what the future holds in store for us. Let us one and all extend our sincerest thanks to our teachers, who have for four years earnestly and patiently guided our careless footsteps along the path of learning. Fellow classmates: To-night may be our last gathering as the class of 1923. Each of us must go forth to take up his duties either in the business world or in higher institutions of learning, but wherever our paths may lead, remember our class motto: “Work Conquers Everything.” In so doing we must always remain a credit to our Alma Mater. Teachers, undergraduates, and fellow classmates, I bid you all a heartfelt and sorrowful farewell. Inez Eleanor SanClemente, 1923. PLATO ' S PUNISHMENTS. Prologue:—(Invocation to the Muse by the Student). O Muse, please my endeavors aid In telling here in verse How students who are mischievous Incurred an awful curse. When Plato taught Philosophy To many bright young Greeks, His pupils were a hardy lot And pestered him for weeks. He was a master hard and stern, The boldest he would fix, And if they persevered in crime He’d duck them in the Styx. They finally overcame this plan By wearing bathing clothes; But wily Plato siezed them then And hung them by the toes. The students soon got used to this And didn’t mind a bit; Then he would draw them o’er his knees And vital spots would hit. The pupils overcame this plan An artifice they had. .He beat them but he beat in vain; Their pants contained a pad. 50 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. But Plato would not be outdone. He tied them to a stake, And piling sticks about their feet, A bonfire he woul d make. But Grecian boys were very strong, And though a trifle burned, They did not hesitate at all, To greater mischief turned. Old Plato was a sight to see: His nerves were all a wreck. And though he strove to tame that crew, He got it in the neck. He beat them and he clubbed them, But he beat and clubbed in vain, For everything old Plato tried The pupils overcame. He walked them over red-hot coals; He pulled out all their teeth Such perseverence toward an end Was worth a laurel wreath. He branded them with stars and stripes; He stuck them full of pins, But even such harsh measures Could not purge them of their sins. He lashed them and he mashed them, But his pupils did not care, So Plato in his vain attempts Was nearly in despair. (The bad news) But finally a plan he struck That surely would subdue; This punishment those pupils bold Would overcome he knew. Old Plato sits and ponders long, And then this plan deduces. He makes them write “Genius Creates; And talent reproduces.” Epilogue: (Lament of the Student) When Plato did that plan devise, He fixed us pretty well. Agreeing with those Grecian boys We hope he roasts in Switzerland. (Note:—Students breaking the rules in English A have been required to write as a penalty numerous copies of the sentence “Genius creates; talent reproduces.”) Boyd Lewis, 1923. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 51 ATHLETICS. Although during our first three years at High School the class of 1923 did not attain social pre-eminence, it did nevertheless compel attention by its athletic activities. We gained more than our share of attention under the athletic lime¬ light when in our Freshman year four letters were earned by our classmates, and again in our Sophomore and Junior years, when we won the greatest number of points in every athletic contest held. During all four years we have earned letters in two sports, baseball and football. Of this number Steeves and Tighe, two of the most versatile athletes ever graduated from Milford High, have made eight and seven letters respectively. The success of our football and baseball seasons during our first three years was not what we had anticipated. We were not, as a rule, successful in winning a majority of our games and the Athletic Association always found itself in debt. However, at the close of school in June, 1922, indications seemed to point out that Milford High School would be represented both on the dia¬ mond and on the gridiron by winning combinations when the 1923 graduating class was in its Senior year. These indications proved correct and our football team, after sustaining a couple of close defeats, began to find itself. First one team and then another met its first defeat at the hands of Milford High. The skill, spirit, and most important of all, the teamwork of our boys indicated their superiority over their opponents before the games had progressed far. Courage had always permeated our teams, but lacking the necessary experience and finesse they were greatly handicapped. Our remarkable success reached a climax in our contest at Natick with Natick High, then a favorite to win the football pennant, emblematic of the cham¬ pionship of the Midland Interscholastic League. The student body of our school was fittingly represented, and their enthusiasm served in no small measure to give the boys the essential self-confidence. The exhibition of football pre¬ sented by both teams was of the highest order and produced many thrills, which we shall long remember. The first half of the contest was a fifty-fifty affair with the ball seesawing up and down the field. It seemed at times as though no score would be registered, but the Milford boys showed at the beginning of the latter half that they thought otherwise. The good judgement and precision of the Milford boys bears testimony of the hard, clean football instilled by Coach Timothy Ryan, a Holy Cross star. They began their march up the field with about seventy yards to cover. The greater part of this distance had been gained, for the most part, by line plunges and off-tackle plays by the end of the third quarter. Every inch had been bitterly contested by the home players, who lined up at the beginning of the last period determined to stop Milford. A few plays and the ball was in our possession within a striking distance of the goal. All present wondered just what means Milford would resort to. The overhead game had not been successful; the Natick line standing within the shadow of the uprights presented a stone-wall defense. What would Milford do? Had Coach Ryan taught the boys a play appropriate for such an emergency? These questions were answered to our satisfaction a moment later when “Teddy” Steeves carried the pigskin, jammed tightly into the crook of his arm, across the line on a most deceiving play—one which has to be seen to be appreciated. Then he proceeded to drop-kick the extra point and what a clamor of satisfaction arose from that large multitude of Milford fans! When play was again resumed, Milford fought with a vengeance to put 52 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. across another touchdown, and they came within an ace of doing so. How¬ ever, the game ended 7 to 0 in our favor. Just then we began to plan where we should hang the pennant which we felt so sure of winning. The playing of every member of our team was exceptional but to us, as members of the class of 1923, that of their classmates who were waging their last football battle under the colors of Milford High was the most impressive. Ted was bearing the brunt of our barrage as usual but Eddie Tighe, who was flashing off tackle for con¬ sistent gains, occasionally bucked the line in a manner worthy of George Owen. Innie McRae and Johnnie Julian presented an impregnable defense and Mainini and Marcovitch seemed to be continually throwing their opponents for losses. Because of the result of our remaining game with Needham, which is now history, and on which we shall refrain from commenting, we lost our chance of winning the pennant and also forfeited, as it were, a baseball trophy, for our baseball team, of which the writer is a member, has won every league contest which it has played. As a result of Mr. Quirk’s earnest endeavors we have crossed bats with new opponents, two of which, Lawrence and Brighton, are con¬ sidered among the state’s best. Of these High School games we have won fifteen and lost four to date. A summary of the most important game of our season might be appropriate as well as interesting. On May 5 we played Lawrence High, now a claimant of the state title, a thirteen-inning contest in which they finally triumphed. Lawrence did not consider us seriously at the start but when the first three batters counted with as many singles they felt dif¬ ferently. Consequently Harold Sommerville, the tall southp aw who has pitched Lawrence to success in every game, assumed the difficult position of a relief pitcher with the bases filled and none out. However, Capt. Steeves scored Tighe with a sacrifice fly and Griffin counted on Raftery’s single. Two innings later Griffin scored again when Raftery duplicated his previous feat. During this time the home team was causing much trouble but “Duckie” Connor, our reliable hurler, always rose to the occasion via the strikeout route. But in the fifth inning a fatal accident took place. One Lawrence man was occupying third and another second base and there were two out when the batter picked out a fast one which he sent down the left field foul line. The writer, who played the ball, insisted that it was foul, which claim was supported by Lawrence sport writers. The umpire, in a difficult position, decided it was a fair ball and consequently the two runs were allowed. The third and tying run was registered on an error. Then for eight more innings we put forth every ef¬ fort, but it was Lawrence’s day and they scored their winning run in the thirteenth on a wild peg after a hit and sacrifice. It would certainly indicate a lack of appreciation to close this account without mention of the untiring efforts of our Principal, who by his labors has made possible such an opportunity for physical development and recreation. Sweaters have been earned and awarded to members of every class who have earned them, a thing not done in many city schools and incidentally a very great tax on the finances. Mr. Quirk has scheduled, unassisted, and arranged the details of all our games, and for all his endeavors to make athletics at Milford High a success we members of the teams desire to express to him our heartfelt thanks . John F. O’Connell, 1923. Darney:—(arriving late and out of breath) :—“What’s the score?” Mackay:—“Nothing to nothing.” Darney:—“Good game, eh?” Mackay:—“I don’t know; it hasn’t started yet.” THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 53 OUR BASEBALL TEAM. Our baseball nine was quite a team, Its fame spread far and near; To win each game was e’er the aim For M. H. S. this year. The team was made of worthy stars, Each player did his best ; They proved their knowledge of the game When e’er put to the test. We had as Captain “Teddy” Steeves, Who played behind home plate; To catch the balls was just mere fun Which “Ted” ne’er left to fate. On first we had a clever boy: “Spit” proved he was a star; By catching every ball they threw Many a run he marred. Visconti covered second base; Although quite small in size, He stopped the balls with perfect ease, And proved to be quite wise. “Ed” Tighe displayed his skill at short, And showed what playing was; And when at bat he hit that ball! He did what “Babe” Ruth does. On third we had a youthful lad, “Fran” Cahill was his name; Although his first year in the fray, He showed he knew the game. In right we had “Tom” Davoren Who ranks with movie fame; In betting odds with “Wesley.” He’d surely win a name. Though “Wissie” fain would catch a ball In center with his smile, We know that just in chasing flies, He had others beat a mile. In left O’Connell held his ground, At bat he did the same, And unlike “mighty” Casey Helped bring his team to fame. 54 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. D’Agostino and “Redney” were Two worthy players too, They have the makings of great stars And praise is due them, too. A word of Mr. Berry, coach, Who brought our boys to fame; Whene’re we think of our success, Due praise we give his name. And as we know our baseball boys Deserve the praise w T e give, We wish them joyous, happy days, As long as they may live. Marie Cahill, 1923. P. M. SESSION. A Freshman Feels “The Call of the Wild.” THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 55 HUMOR COLUMN. FAMOUS SAYINGS OF FAMOUS PEOPLE. “War is perfectly awful.”—Sherman. “Come back and make up those experiments this afternoon without fail.” —Anon. “Gee, it’s awful y’know. All you can do is scratch, scratch, scratch.” —Binney. “Lynching is all right if not carried to extremes.”—Leonard (in History A). “O divine (f) lute!”—Raftery. “Hee, hee, hee.”—Miss Parks. “Haw, haw.”—Touhey. “If you haven’t any work to do, I can give you some.”—Every teacher in the world. Mainini:—“I flunked that test cold.” Chick:—“It was easy, I think.” Mainini:—“Yeah, but I had vaseline on my hair and my mind slipped.” An Irishman and his wife were at the theatre for the first time. The wife noticed the word “Asbestos” written on the curtain. “Faith, Pat, what does Asbestos on the curtain mean?” “Be still, Mag, don’t show your ignorance. That is Latin for ‘Welcome.’ ” —Exchange. When the time comes, St. Peter will ask us if we have written our sentence “Genius creates; talent reproduces.” FUNNY FABLES. No. 1. “Yes, as I say, there was no book which I read in high school I enjoyed more heartily than Burke’s “Conciliation ” Its brisk, snappy style and its many humorous touches made it a most exhilorating work.” No. 2. “No, you need not come back and make up your experiments this afternoon. My work isn’t very important and it can easily wait a week or two.” When Rudolph Valentino came to Milford it was rumored that he was seen going into Mainini’s house.—Later it was found that it was none other than Rudolph Mainini, Jr., himself. 56 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. NEWS ITEM, 1935. “Post graduate student dies writing “Genius Creates; Talent Reproduces” at High School.” English Teacher:—“What is a swain?” Miss Kirby:—“A pig.” SCENES IN HISTORY CLASSES. Miss Comba in History A:—“Leonard, what do you think of lynching?” Leonard:—“Why-er-it is all right if not carried to extremes.” Miss Comba in History A:—“Give an account of the founding of Ply¬ mouth.” Miss Celley:—“In 1492 Columbus sailed around Cape Cod and landed at Plymouth.” Miss Comba in History A:—“What is the capitol of Mexico?” Bright Senior:—“New Mexico.” Miss Comba in History A.:—“Lutfy! What was there about Washington which distinguished him from other Great Americans?” Lufty:—“He didn’t lie.” Miss Ford in Chemistry:—“Binney, how do you find the weight of a liter of gas?” Binney:—“By weighing it.” Dentist:—“Do you wish gas?” Raftery:—“How much is it a gallon?” Miss Ryan in English B to York (who has a habit of arising slowly to re¬ cite) :—“Why are you so slow in getting up.” York:—“I was born slow.” Miss McGrath in French A translation:—“And he ran towards Colomba slowly on his hands.” Raftery:—“See any change in me?” Darney:—-“No, why?” Raftery:—“I just swallowed fifteen cents.” O’Connell to Mainini:—“What is that murmuring in the back of the room?” Mainini:—“Oh, that’s just Raftery saying his prayers in Irish for fear he is going to be called upon.” THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 57 Miss Ford:—“What’s the trouble, Binney?” Binney:—•“I’m sick.” Miss Ford:—“What’s the matter with you?” Binney:—“I’ve got carbon dioxide on the brain.” Madigan had come up from Hopkinton and made a deposit of several items in the town bank. The clerk turned to him and said, “Did you foot it up?” “No,” said Madigan indignantly, “I rode in.” In the freshman science class, Snow stood up and said, “Well, now I was thinking,” whereupon a senior study pupil burst into laughing. The teacher asked him what the trouble was and he answered, “Who ever heard of a Fresh¬ man thinking?” From all appearances John Binney has joined the gum race. WOULDN’T IT BE FUNNY IF:— McRae should take up aesthetic dancing? Raftery should remember his ing’s? Lewis had to grope for a word in making a speech? Miss Birmingham stopped walking around the room while dictating? You hadn’t heard Wilson’s jokes before? Magurn didn’t try to amuse the girls? Miss Ford didn’t have to request Miss Celley to keep quiet? Miss Pelkey should become a public speaker? Mazzarelli knew how funny he is? DiGiannantonio should become a ladies’ man? Marcovitch should dye his hair? Miss Ryan should lose her temper? Some of the teachers told us what they really thought of us? Mr. Quirk should invite us to converse as much as we liked in the corridors? Miss Pianca didn’t say “That is all to it”? Mainini became a clergyman? Miss Cahill weren’t popular? Miss SanClemente failed to be a good sport? Mainini considered himself unattractive? Miss Kirby went on the stage? Miss Sullivan used slang? Wilson should beco me a historian? Mr. Quirk should answer the telephone during the fourth period? WOULDN’T THE SHOCK BE FATAL IF:— Miss Comba forgot to hand out afternoon sessions? Miss Burke forgot to roll her pencil between her palms when reciting? Bean forgot his er’s when reciting? Miss Pianca forgot to tell Miss Finkel to turn around during French period? Mainini and Binney were in their seats when Miss Ford entered Room 1? Miss Ryan wouldn’t take a joke? 58 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Miss Comba didn’t “praise” our second period history class at every recita¬ tion? Binney and Mainini didn’t get a pie gratis? If Raftery didn’t get any sweetmeats at a party? If Mr. Quirk forgot to give a Latin A. lesson? Volk remained a whole period without whispering? Miss Ford forgot to say that the five minute bell has rung? Lancisi did not laugh when the teachers talk to him? Raftery forgot to recite in History? Miss Sullivan smiled in class? Binney and Darney forgot to chew gum? McRae had his English done on time? Miss Scully didn’t prepare her Latin? Miss Fiege’s hair was not curled? Lewis left out his wise remarks? Mackay did not stir up an argument at class meetings? Wilson didn’t have an excuse for not doing his German? Miss Marcus didn’t try to bluff her history? Moran didn’t know his French? Binney ate something besides pencils? Ted Steeves should be a writer? Miss Ford forgot the Athletic dues? Madigan could do his French? Mr. Caswell wasn’t the last speaker at all our holiday exercises? Miss Parks kept quiet a whole minute? WHAT SHOULD ONE DO IF:— Larson knew his history? Miss Comolli didn’t know her Latin? Mainini forgot to comb his hair? Moran stopped whispering? Sam Marcovitch set fire to the building? Ralph Volk forgot to smile? Harold Moran wouldn’t argue? Boyd Lewis lost his dictionary? Howard Wilson forogt about his radio? John O’Connell did not become President of the U. S. A. Rudolph Mainini learned how to whistle? Miss Ryan forgot a penalty? Miss Cheney should come in before one minute to eight? Binney should stop chewing gum? Fred Steeves came to school on time? Miss SanClemente failed to prepare her lessons? O’Sullivan could not give a sight translation in Latin? Cichetti could? John O’Connell was not smiling? McRae behaved in English? Gene Madigan could not tell us about the Hopkinton girls? Miss Parks failed to laugh at a joke? Mary McGrath stopped fighting? Rita Kirby stopped chewing gum? THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 59 John Binney had a whole pencil? Clarence Boucier swore? Volk didn’t study his lessons? GARDEN LOVE, OR WHY SOME CABBAGES ARE RED. A Ballad. Why are some of the cabbages red? My friends it’s hard to tell, But I’ll tell you what the fairies said When asked how this befell. Long, long ago in earthy beds Grew cabbages tender and green, And one with dainty, curly head Was nice enough for a queen. She won admirers by the score But she was very fussy; She said that Lettuce was a bore, And Corn’s hair far too mussy. She said the Squash was much too soft, And Onion’s breath too strong, That String Bean tried to climb aloft That he might rule the throng. And so it went till one bright day Tomato came along; His scarlet coat was bright and gay, He sang a cheery song. It was love at first sight, I fear, They crooned to one another; Some of her suitors dropt a tear, And Parsley told her mother. Yet lower as the minutes passed She bent her curly head, Then he kissed her and I declare She blushed a deep, dark red! Flora Youngson, 1923. “Here is a fine opening for somebody,” said the grave-digger as he set aside his shovel.—Exchange. Hewitt:—“What do you think of this picture of a drinking party?” Jewitt:—“It must be an old master that painted it.”—Exchange. 60 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. ROOM 14. Prologue:—(Invocation to the Muse by the Students) The stairs that wind up to “14” Have often heard it said, By a dejected crowd of girls That they wished they were dead. For in that room you surely know Our Latin class does meet, And scarcely dares to wink an eye Till teacher takes his seat. And then our nerves begin to jump As we are told to scan Those lines, four-fifty to the end, Which we do—if we can. We all are called upon in turn, And to the board we go, And wonder if “X” is a vowel And just why that is so. And then we run through parts of verbs, Declining all in sight, Declining this, declining that, Declining to recite. We listen for the bell to ring With keen, attentive ears. While teacher says, “Speak louder, please, There is no need to fear.” Our teacher is a wise man, too, And knows the tricks of trade. And if we try to copy prose. He nearly starts a raid. And so throughout the year we’ve gone, Trying to do what’s right. So to you students that are left, Take warning: “Work with might.” Mary Burke, 1923. “Yes, I have Royal blood in my veins.” “How does that happen?” “Well, you see when my father was a youngster, he was stung by a Queen Bee.”—Exchange. She:—I was just introduced to your wife. He:—What did she say? She:—Nothing. He:—Then you’re mistaken.—Exchange. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 61 An officer was showing an old lady over the battleship. “This,” said he, pointing to an inscribed plate on the deck, “is where our gallant captain fell.” “No wonder,” replied the old lady, “I nearly slipped on it myself.” TOO FAR. First Junior:—“Did you get the second question in calculus?” Second Junior:—“No.” First Junior:—“How far were you from the right answer?” Second Junior:—“Five seats.”—Exchange. CRUSHING. “Mrs. Clancy, yer child is badly spoiled.” “Gwan wid yez!” “Well, if ye don’t believe me, come and see what the steam-roller did to it.” A large map was spread upon the wall, and the teacher was instructing the class in geography. “Horace,” she said, to a small pupil, “when you stand in Europe, facing the north, you have on your right hand the great continent of Asia. What have you on your left hand?” “A wart,” replied Horace, “but I can’t help it, teacher.” OUR NOMINATION TO THE HALL OF HATE. 62 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. John’s quit smoking, So has Bill, They smoked last In a powder mill. “How’s John getting along with his studies,” asked a friend. “Fine,” said John’s father. “Fine. He don’t bother ’em none.”—Exchange. “Do you see that man walking over there?” “Yes.” “Do you know why he carries an umbrella?” “Because it can’t walk.” The retired profiteer was selecting his library. “Will you have your books bound in Russia or Morocco, sir?” said the dealer. “But why,” said the patron of literature, “can’t I have ’em bound right here in Chicago?” Loving mother writing an excuse for “Darling” : “Well let’s see, Chester.” Dear Teacher:—Please excuse my little Chester for being absent as he fell in the mud. By doing the same you will oblige,—Mrs. Smith. A Scotchman woke up one morning to find that in the night his wife had died. He leaped from his bed and ran horror stricken into the hall. “Mary,” he called down stairs to the general servant in the kitchen, “come to the foot of the stairs quick.” “Yes, yes,” she cried, “what is it?” “Boil only one egg for breakfast this morning,” he said. Customer:—“I would like to see some musical instrument—a harp, a banjo, or a lyre.” Boy (just reprimanded!:—“I can show you the harp and the banjo, but the boss it out”—Exchange. Agent:—“But, mum, it’s a shame to let your husband’s life insurance lapse.” Woman (over washtub) :—“I’ll not pay another cent. I’ve paid regular for eight years, an’ I’ve had no luck yet.”—Exchange. Professor:—“And did you have much trouble in getting the answer to these problems?” Preoccupied Student:—“I should say so! I went to eight men who were taking the course before I found a bird in Claverly who had saved his last year’s papers.” M. H. S. ORCHESTRA, 1923. CASTS OF “HOLLY TREE INN” AND “ROSALIE.” M. H. S. BASEBALL TEAM, 192 3. 1 v ' viflTn ' - i • wm l .. ' _ ... ' ' ? ? I M. H. S. LOOTBALL TEAM, 1922 ADVERTISING SECTION. 63 Compliments of. 4 F. H. THOMAS Hair Dressing DePASQUALE 8 SODA WORKS Gillon Block Milford, Mass, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Hardware, Parlor Stoves, Crawford DR. THOMAS J. NUGENT Dentist and Magee Ranges, Paints and Oils, Sporting Goods 8 CLARK ELLIS SONS Milford, Mass. Milford, Mass CHARLES E. COONEY Compliments of. Dry Goods THE BOSTON STORE 8 Dry Goods 8 222 Main Street, Milford Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. WENDELL WILLIAMS G. W. WOOD r 64 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. The Home National Bank Capital, $130,000 Surplus and Profits, $130,000 MILFORD, MASS. JAMES LALLY HENRY VOLK Dealer in Soloist and Instructor of FLOUR the Violin GRAIN and HAY Tel. 958-W, Studio 35 Pleasant St. 9 Exchange St., Milford, Mass. Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. FRED L. MILLER Dry and Fancy Goods 8 CLIFFORD A. COOK Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. ELDREDGE SON T. F. FLANIGAN Wall Paper and Paints 42 Exchange Street - Milford ADVERTISING SECTION. 63 Greetings, Class of 1923. While I’m fond of advertising, And of all space utilizing, As no doubt most everyone of you agree: I’m not going to make a whisper Of a single moving picture, Except to say we have the best that you can see: Old ’23 is leaving, And there’s many who are grieving As there are names that we’re not likely to forget: But we know that in life’s pages As we read them through the ages M. H. S. will be there when the tests are met. We know we’ll miss the shouting As Fred Steeves starts a’clouting: And Tighe starts with the pigskin down the field ; But the boys come back and teach the others, Milford needs its sons and brothers That spirit of fight and win we’ll never yield. Remember, it’s a tough old fight your starting And while you’re tickled at the parting. As for some the old school days are of the past: Bear in mind the teachings of your master, Some were fast but he proved faster And he’s standing by his alumni to the last. And now old ’23 God speed you, We feel that if we need you And your Alma Mater has to call on you: We know that you’ll remember That at one time you were a member Of M. H. S. whose graduates are always true. Be sure and don’t forget your teachers, Probably you thought they were preachers. But they’re the ones you have to thank that you are through, If they hadn’t worked and striven With the ’ologies and ’isms That you’d still be in the “Freshie” class is true. May your path be strewn with roses As the future years discloses That school days after all were not so bad. May you each gain your desire. May you each keep mounting higher, Just to hear of your success will make us glad. And if you happen to stay with us, We hope that now and then you’ll give us Just a visit to see pictures that are fine : But there again I’m utilizing Space for “Movie” advertising And I said I wouldn’t advertise this time. But it’s part of education To keep up with each creation Of the authors who are writing movie plays. But, there isn’t it surprising That I can’t stop advertising And you know that I don’t advertise this way. And now just a word in ending Its importance is in the sending It’s the most important thing I’ve said to-day : It’s not that I’m utilizing Any space for advertising But don’t forget the OPERA HOUSE runs EVERYDAY. With Best Wishes to the Outgoing Class. JOE B. HURL, Manager, Milford Opera House. 64 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliment of . “Distinctive Women’s Apparel” a GORDON’S Fashion Shop CENEDELLA 1 62 Main Street Milford, Massachusetts COMPANY Compliments of. a WILLIAM A. MURRAY, Esq, Milford, - Mass. Milford, - Mass. Compliment of. Headquarters for Everything Musical and Electrical DR. R. E. ELLSWORTH Electrical Construction Dentist BEACON SUPPLY COMPANY Milford, - Mass. 1 1 0 Main Street Milford, - Mass. sr • - ' EAST MAIN STREET PHARMACY MICHAEL CLEARY Best Horseshoeing done at reason¬ able prices Quality and Service . 40 Central Street, Milford, Mass. MYER C. RUBIN, Manager E. H. NEISTEIN Junk Dealer 99 East Main St., Milford, Mass. 76 Depot Street, Milford, Mass, Call 1 1 -M Y. M. C. H. ADVERTISING SECTION. 65 Compliments of. HEADQUARTERS FOR DePASQUALE ’(P Y ANV-i � .?■ « -. r - • ’ • • ' ' t SODA WORKS Onyx, Pointex and Gordon’s HOSIERY At A. Volk’s Dry Goods Store Milford, - Mass. 106 Main Street, Corner of Spring Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. Hardware, Plumbing, Heating, DR. THOMAS J. NUGENT Farming Tools, Seeds, Fertilizers, Dentist Paints, Oils and Sporting Goods 8 CLARK ELLIS SONS Milford, - Mass. Milford, - Mass CHARLES E. COONEY Compliments of. Dry Go ods THE BOSTON STORE 8 Dry Goods 8 222 Main Street, Milford Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. 1 WENDELL WILLIAMS G. W. WOOD 66 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. The Home National Bank Capital, $130,000 Surplus and Profits, $130,000 MILFORD, MASS. JAMES LALLY HENRY VOLK Dealer in Soloist and Instructor of FLOUR the Violin GRAIN and Tel. 5 7-M, Studio 35 Pleasant St. HAY 9 Exchange St., Milford, Mass. Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. BABY ROSE CIGAR Mfg. CLIFFORD A. COOK Compliments of. ELDREDGE SON T. F. FLANIGAN Wall Paper and DuPont Paints 42 Exchange Street - Milford ADVERTISING SECTION. 67 IDA LEE, ARTIFICIAL AND CUT FLOWERS Periodicals, Magazines, Confectionery, Cigars and Tobacco, Stationery, Sporting Goods, Daily and Sunday Papers, Ice Cream 90 MAIN STREET Tel. 348-W MILFORD, MASS. LEO DeFILLIPIS, Custom Tailor OVER A. P. GROCERY STORE 218 MAIN STREET, MILFORD George H. Locke William P. Clarke a Lumber a Builders’ Finish Doors Windows Fine Book and Job Blinds Asphalt Shingles Printing Beaver Board a a GEORGE H. LOCKE MILFORD 5 Hayward Place - Milford 68 ADVERTISING SECTION. Ibe Cbarlescraft gbress 43 Exchange Street, Milford Books, Pamphlets, Commercial Printing, Color and Half-Tone Printing, Wedding Stationery, Embossed and Engraved Work. This Book was Printed by CbC CbatlCSCtaft ptC00. For the Latest Styles in Coats, Suits, Dresses, Blouses and Sweaters go to HENRY F. BULLARD Dry Goods and Millinery VIRGIE’S a Milford’s Largest Coat Suit Store 2 1 5-2 1 7 Main Street • Milford, - Mass. 208-210 Main St., Milford, Mass. Milford National Wm. S. Davis, Proprietor P_ H. Burke, Manager Telephone, 8656-M Bank • Milford, Mass. 808 a a Century Billiard Parlor aoa LYCEUM BLOCK, MILFORD, MASS. An Old Bank with a 11 New Carom and Pocket Tables Young Spirit Best Equipped Room in New England ADVERTISING SECTION. 69 Good Flour Makes Good Bread Good Bread Makes Good Brains “CORNER STONE” u the BEST FLOUR For Sale, Wholesale and Retail by The Henry Patrick Company HOPEDALE, MASS. Compliment of BOWKER CLOTHING CO. DR. B. F. HARTMAN Veterinarian Home of Kuppenheimer Clothes Mallory Hats Ralston Shoes Selz $ Six Shoes Milford, Mass. Milford, Mass. Compliments of. MILFORD GRAIN CO. %c£ MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS 70 ADVERTISING SECTION. For Every Occasion Venetian Ice Cream “A Tait Bros.’ Product” SSOSS Caterers Carrying Venetian Ice Cream F. T. BURNS W. S. MARDEN W. E. SOUTHLAND Try Carley’s Home-Made Doughnuts Benjamin Harris THE FLORIST Potted Plants Cut Flowers - -7 ,:i Funeral Designs a Specialty BREAD AND PASTRY OF ALL KINDS Tel. 12-M Pine Street, Milford, Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 71 Miscoe Ginger Ale A Beverage of the Best Quality Manufactured Directly from Nature’s Pure Mineral Spring Water Try a bottle or a case. It is invigorating and refreshing. Note its snappy, pleasing taste. You will find it different from all others, be¬ cause of the fact of the high quality of the water and the ingredients used in its manufacture. MISCOE SPRING WATER COMPANY When you want a real drink, ask for Miscoe. MENDON, MASSACHUSETTS - Telephone 560 MAY CATHERINE MACKEY Teacher of BALL ROOM AND ESTHETIC DANCING STUDIO, 29 GROVE STREET MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS Telephone 554-R WALTER W. WATSON PAUL WILLIAMS Funeral Director and Embalmer Insurance Broker 24 Exchange Street 4 Poplar Street Milford, Mass. Tel. 192-W Milford, Mass. compitmentg %. Xucbini Son 72 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. AT GRADUATION TIME ALEX DiGIANNANTONIO Your friends expect your photograph Milford, - Mass. Special prices to graduates F. G. KERR Monumental Company Successor to A. C. Kinney ALL KINDS OF CEMETERY WORK GRANITE AND MARBLE MONUMENTS Tablets and Headstones Lettering a Specialty South Bow St., Milford, Tel. 521 -W W. A. Flannery Photographer 224 Main Street, Milford, Mass. MILFORD FURNITURE CO. Compliments of. “We make a home Dr. C. E. Whitney Out of a house.” Milford, - Mass. Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. WILLIAM G. POND J. B. EDWARDS Milford, - Mass. Attorney FULLER WILSON and Councillor at Law BOSTON AND MILFORD EXPRESS Milford, - Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 73 J. F. HICKEY Insurance and Real Estate B. Vitalini 224 Main Street Milford, - Mass. Quality CoSll Service Milford, Massachusetts TRIANGLE SHOE STORE We Sell ALL LEATHER SHOES To fit the entire? family All our Portrait Work is High-Class But not necessarily High-Priced Compliments of. HAVELES STUDIO W. P. JONES ELEC. CO. 154 Main Street Milford, - Mass, 83 Central Street, Milford, Mass. J. A. TYLER ESMOND SQUARE STORE Shoe Racks Tobacco, Confectionery and Casters, Etc. Ice Cream Sunday and Daily Papers Milford, - Mass. O. D. COSTELLO, Prop. Tel. 284-J. 74 ADVERTISING SECTION. H. M. Curtiss Coal Co. 8 Coal Coke Shingles and All Building Materials 8 48 Pond Street, Milford « Compliments of. Waters Hynes Builders 8 Milford, - Mass. J. MASTRIANNI BROS. First Class Shoe Repairing by Machinery Also Shining Parlor 83 1 2 East Main Street Milford, - Mass MONTI ROSSI Monumental Work Milford, - Mass. GRANITE AND MARBLE Statuary and Carving a Specialty Building and Monumental Work 58 EAST MAIN STREET, Tel. 845-W Residence, 8 Hayward St., Tel. 362-M Res. Tel. 94-R Stable Tel. 94-W ARTHUR J. HEROUX Undertaker, Embalmer and Funeral Director Memorial Square Stables, Carriages For All Occasions Milford, - Mass. Night calls, 3 Prentice Ave. HARRY E. HUNT Central Bowling Alleys and Alhambra Billiard Parlor JOSEPH MORCONE 23 Main Street Milford, Mass. Bonded Banker Steamship Agent Notary Public, Justice of the Peace ADVERTISING SECTION. 75 J. J. LAWTON, President Avery Woodbury Company 212 to 214 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Interior Decorators, House Furnishers, Cut Glass SILVERWARE KINGSBURY’S Compliments of. Operated by the Berkeley Textile Co. Milford’s leading Textile Store SILKS and DRESS GOODS a specialty MILFORD GAZETTE “Just Around the Corner” Beacon Block, 3 Pine St., Milford Tel. 1009-W Tel. 544-M Office Hours 8-12—1-6 Dr. H. Ellsworth Morse Optical Specialist Suite 5, Thayer Building 219 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. DILLON BROS. Compliments of. W. J. WALKER Baker Block - Milford Milford, - Mass. DR. HERBERT W. SHAW Patrick J. Lawless George H. Sweet Dentist A. H. SWEET CO., Inc. 8 Registered Pharmacists Milford, - Mass. 1 64 Main Street, Milford, Mass, Prescriptions Carefully Compounded Milford Savings Bank, 236 Main street, Mii rd, Mass Open every business day from 9 A. M. to 3 P. M., except Saturday. Saturdays, 9 A. M. to 1 P. M. Deposits commence to draw interest on the TENTH DAY of Each Month. Dividends are payable on and after the Third Saturday April and October. 76 ADVERTISING SECTION. Keep Up With the Times You ride in an Auto Give your Mill its Auto-matic Looms The man or manufacturer who doesn’t keep up with the times may suddenly find himself badly handicapped. Draper Corporation HOPEDALE MASSACHUSETTS Southern Office ATLANTA GEORGIA Compliments of Gillon’s Spa, Milford SPECIAL PRICES EACH WEEK E. E. GRAY COMPANY Premium Brand of Bread Flour, Fahey Pastry Flour, M. and J. Brand of Coffee, Gray’s Extra Brand of Coffee QUALITY FIRST - ECONOMY NEXT MURPHY’S MARKET J. T. MURPHY, Prop. GROCERIES and MEATS 14 CENTRAL ST., MILFORD, MASS. Compliments of A. B. MORSE Druggist Richard Healy Company 512 MAIN STREET, WORCESTER Outer Apparel, Hats and Furs For Women, Misses and Girls Exclusive, Refined and Correct For Forty Years, The Garment Store of Style, Service and Satisfaction