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

Text from Pages 1 - 98 of the 1925 volume:

Cbe $ ak, %tl£ anb IFv? Commencement Humber 1925 School of Commer cial Sciences WOONSOCKET Interstate Commercial School MILFORD Compliments of. WARD P. ROBERTS Service and Quality Market WE WASH EVERYTHING BUT THE BABY MEATS and PROVISIONS It pays to pay for the BEST The Market Where You See It Ground SHERMAN’S LAUNDRY 32 Exchange Street, Milford, Mass. Tel. 252-M ADVERTISING SECTION. I Young Men’s Clothing One of the noteworthy points of our store is its solid reliability. Our high qualities, our fair prices, our splendid assortments—are facts, not theories; on these points we solicit your patronage. Larkin Brothers 220 Main Street Hart, Schaffner Marx clothes HARRY B. T0R0SIAN DRY GOODS and GENTS’ Furnishings 178 Main Street, Tel. 958-R Milford, Mass. Compliments of. ALEX IAN1TELLI BARBER Copyright 1924 Hart Schaffner Marx Compliments of Miss Alma E. Sweet Victory Textile Stores “Stylish Fabrics for Home Sewing” Cottons, Woolens, Silks, Domestics, Dress Goods Teacher of Pianoforte Second Floor 59 School Street, Milford, Mass. 154 Main Street, Milford, Mass 2 ADVERTISING SECTION. LAWRENCE MILLS Compliments of. REMNANT STORE THE OUTFIT Compliments of. CENTRAL BOWLING ALLEYS Best Alleys in town. Open all sea¬ son to ladies and gentlemen. 195 MAIN ST. Milford’s Largest Clothing Store THE ELITE MILLINERY Compliments of. 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. lc to 99c Store BOSTON FURNITURE STORE 1 77 and 1 79 Main Street, Milford THE STORE OF LOW PRICES Compliments of 2 r. fiorr£ 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. KELLOGG COMPANY WYZAN BROS. “THE DAYLIGHT STORE’ Womens Specialty Shop a Milford 150 MAIN STREET DRY GOODS AND FURNISHINGS Compliments of. Compliments of. a Madame Lebbossiere Roche HUCKINS TEMPLE, Inc. Beauty Shoppe Shoe Manufacturers a Tels. 1300-R, 1300-W, 1155 Est. 1914 G1LLON BROTHERS Milford, - Mass. Taxi Service and Baggage Transfer Weddings, Funerals and Private Parties Given Special Attention Buick Seven Passenger Sedans DAY AND NIGHT SERVICE Washing, Greasing and Polishing Cars 4 ADVERTISING SECTION. FANCY CARNATIONS FOR ALL OCCASIONS at HOWARD’S GREENHOUSES 150 South Main Street Tel. Milford 1 024-J MILFORD PLUMBING CO. Plumbing, Heating and Gas Fitting and Furnace Work All work promptly attended to 23 Central Street, Milford, Mass. Milford Gas and Electric Light Co. a 241 Main Street, Milford SPECIAL MODELS IN ' HIGH SCHOOL CLOTHES also Sport Trousers and Sport Sweaters King Brothers Clothiers Opera House Block S. Mazzarelli Sons MACARONI MANUFACTURERS and BAKERS Telephone Connection 1 7 Genoa Ave., Milford, Mass. Compliments of. COLLINS DRUG STORE The Rexall Store 201 Main Street Milford, Mass. 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 ANTONIO MARCELLO Special Price on Graduation Dealer in All Kinds of PHOTOGRAPHS GROCERIES FRUITS and VEGETABLES Cigars, Cigarettes and Tobacco Candy MORIN’S STUDIO 154 Main Street, Milford, Mass. 69 1 -2 East 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 RUBBER SLICKERS IN ALL THE LATEST COLORS BULLARD’S TIRE SHOP Supplies, Accessories 8 FISK TIRES 125 Central Street, Milford OPPOSITE THE TOWN HALL 6 ADVERTISING SECTION. E. L. CURTIN M. IANZITO NONQUIT SHOE STORE HIGH GRADE SHOES MADE BY HUCKINS TEMPLE, INC. 154 MAIN STREET, MILFORD, MASS. Hood’s Old Fashioned Ice Cream “ The Flavor is There! ” Kodak Supplies, Candy Prescriptions accurately compounded Get it at BRIDGES’ PHARMACY J. H. O’Grady, Prop. 193 Main Street Milford, Mass. S. A. EASTMAN CO. Paper and Corrugated Boxes 8 Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. CAHILL ' S NEWS AGENCY Washington Block 206 Main Street, Milford, Mass. “A Good Place to Trade” WERBER ROSE Milford, - Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 7 FREDERICK A. GOULD FOR Suits, Corsets, Coats, Summer Hardware, Plumbing and Gowns, Waists and Heating Sport Goods Go to 1 6-20 Exchange Street M. F. Green’s Cloak Store Milford, - Mass. 200 Main Street, Milford, Mass. SHEA BROS. Compliments of. Meats and Provisions ARTHUR P. CLARRIDGE 8 1 2 7 Main Street, Milford, Mass. MANNING’S SHOES Compliments of. 1 i r 3s5 ! :i WEAR WELL l BROCKTON SHOE STORE S055 Compliments of. MILFORD DAILY NEWS CHARLES J. FRYE Established 1887 with LINCOLN SQUARE GARAGE The only Daily Paper in Milford and the only Advertising Medium Chevrolet Dealer for all this section of the State. MILFORD, MASS. Sworn Circulation 4,650 8 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of CREAM BREAD WIN-SUM VITAMINE BREAD BREAD ADVERTISING SECTION. 9 Carroll, Hixon, Jones Company Manufacturers and Importers of Straw and Body HATS 8 Milford, - Mass. In Utrnwrii nf A Jffrfenii TRASK BROTHERS Dealers in High Class CYCLES and SUNDRIES Agents for EDISON PHONOGRAPHS 138 Main Street, Compliments of. CROWELL DeWITT Provisions and Fancy Groceries 1 1 3 Main Street Telephone 103-W M. CICCHETTI Successor to N. W. Heath TAILOR 154 Main Street, Milford, Mass. TEA ROOMS 8 Milford, - Mass. R. MARINO Tailor and Real Estate Agent Truant Officer 8 Mass. Milford, Mass. Milford, 10 ADVERTISING SECTION. ADVERTISING SECTION. 11 i: i:GncC BAY PATH INSTITUTE of Springfield Massachusetts Jill Com mercial Subjects Oldest Normal Commercial I Department in New In Aland (Send, tot Catalog MADER’S F. J. COLEMAN, Prop. CONFECTIONER Page Shaw Apollo Chocolates ICE CREAM, ETC. 256 Main Street, Milford, Mass. HENRY L. SCHULTZ Electrical Contractor � Compliments of. G. L. DALRYMPLE MANSION HOUSE GARAGE Milford, Mass. 244 Main Street, Milford, Mass. SEAVER’S EXPRESS Milford to Worcester Milford to Providence PHONES Milford 697-J Worcester Park 1512 Providence Gaspee 7479 Compliments of. SNOW’S 1 2 1 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. M. J. CARBARY Class of 1891. Compliments of. New York Bargain Store DRY GOODS Ladies’ and Children ' s Apparel C. CHAFETZ, Prop. 63 Main Street Milford, Mass. 12 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. JOHN E. SWIFT, Esq. Compliments of. DR. EARL CROCKETT Dentist Milford, - Mass, Compliments of. WILLIAM J. MOORE, Esq. Milford, Mass. CROWN CONFECTIONERY CO. Home Made Candies and Ice Cream 149 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. JOHN C. LYNCH, Esq. Milford, - Mass. LUIGI A. RECCHIUTO Successor to L. Grow Son Manufacturer of Wagon and Automobile Bodies of all kinds Repairing done promptly and on Reasonable Terms 1 32 Central St., Milford, Mass. Tel. 245-M. Peachy’s School of Music Instruction on Violin, Mandolin, Tenor Banjo, Guitar and Ukelele Special attention given to Beginners Open the year round Studio, Daily News Building Tel. 1044-W or 939-R Compliments of. IP. IKoines Confectionery Main Street, Milford, Mass. BUCKLES ' CONFECTIONERY COMPANY Iliome of famous Xemon an 3Lime 111 Main Street, Milford, Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 13 IDEAL THEATRE Matinees 2.30 Evenings 7.30 Home of Big Features If it’s anything good and new in the Picture line we have it. Wm. P. Kane, Mgr. Compliments of. HIGGINS BROTHERS RESTAURANT Compliments of. MILFORD D [ BRANCH D. r } M ASSOCIATED . IVl. STORES 157 MAIN ST. Telephone 74 Compliments of. W. L. J. F. POWER CO. Plumbing and Heating a Telephone 1 32-J N. CERUTI Wholesale Foreign and Domestic FRUITS AND PRODUCE 1 4 Central Street Tel. Conn. Milford, Mass Milford Battery Service Station WILLARD Headquarters for Automobile and Radio Batteries Honest, efficient service on all makes of batteries 6 Pine Street, Milford fllMes flnar$ ig. 2HHntonio Teacher of Pianoforte Harmony, Solfeggio and Theory 80.3 Studio, Room 6, Ring Welch Building 122 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Phone 665-M 14 ADVERTISING SECTION. Canbv anb jflowers ANNIE LAWLESS STORE Telephone 372-M Flowers Telegraphed Anywhere ANGELO MAZZARELLI Dealer in Groceries, Fruit, Ice Cream and Confectionery Telephone 1225-W 77 East Main Street, Milford WILLIAM J. DILLON Dealer in Groceries, Fruit, Ice Cream and Confectionery 45 Depot Street, Milford 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 LADIES’ WAIST SHOP 2 School Street Visit our new Dress Department Hats Wearing Apparel EVA O’ DONNELL Ernestine Harding Wilcox Teacher of Singing 31 Pine Street Milford, Mass. Get Your Plumbing and Heating Done by M. S. McMAHON Prompt Service at Reasonable Prices. Tel. 995-M 1 1 Court Street ADVERTISING SECTION. 15 F. S. ADAMS, President, H. S. CHADBOURNE, Treasurer. A WORD REGARDING OUR PRICES A store which carries high-grade goods is often known as high-priced with¬ out in any way deserving the term. It is the penalty for keeping the best. We have now and then noticed this in our own case, although the goods, if compared grade for grade, will average lower in price than elsewhere. Second grade goods never masquerade here as the best, and the public should never forget that w T e have a reputation of which we are very jealous, and that we expect to be in business next year and the year after. Remember this when you are buying anything in our lines. H. S. CHADBOURNE CO. 168 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Clark University Worcester, Mass. A strong faculty Small classes, personal touch with instructors A freshman dormitory Twenty $100.00 scholarships for en¬ tering freshman averaging in the upper quarter of their class. Compliments of. Compliments of. MOTOR EQUIPMENT CO. NASH SALES AND SERVICE B. CERUTI The Automobile Store Complete Milford, Mass. Milford, Mass. 16 ADVERTISING SECTION. Ask your Grocer for the Loose-Wiles Biscuit Company Bakers of Sunshine Biscuits Compliments of ARCHER RUBBER CO. 8055 NIRO NIRO ELECTRIC HEATING AND LIGHTING CONTRACTORS Hardware Wallpaper Window Glass Home of Kyanize and Bay State Paint 67 MAIN STREET, MILFORD Compliments of. HEITIN BROS. Tailors and Cleaners Milford, - Mass. Milford, Mass. Compliments of. DR. E. J. DIXON Dentist CASEY BUILDING 167 Main Street, Milford CLASS OF 1924 THE OAK. EILiY AND IVY Vol. XL. MILFORD, MASS., JUNE, 1924. No. L 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—Harry Broudy, ’24. Business Manager—Earl Johnson, ’24. Associate Business Managers— Corinne R. Carlson, ’24. Bryant Hill, ’24. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Mabel Gillman, ’24. Charles Innes, ’24. Frederic Knox, ’24. John Greenough, ’24. Business Management of this Magazine under the Supervision of Miss Mae E. Birmingham of the Commercial Department. Subscription Rates:—For the year, $1.00. Single copies, 15 cents. Address all communications to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. EDITORIAL. BEING BLASE. Being blase is an unnatural condition. It has to be acquired as does a taste for olives or free verse. Sometimes, unfortunately, it grows on one. It may be the result of laziness, wealth, or severe disappointment in life. When a person is blase, he regards the world with tolerant indifference tinged with contempt. One in this condition will often pay attention to trifles, and ignore matters of weight. He may curse his valet for disarranging a tray, yet he is utterly indifferent to a robbery, a murder, or a war. The unfortunates thus afflicted may be assorted into various classes. First, there is the one who has nothing to do but play. To him the world is a huge sphere of earth inhabited by gentlemen and clods; the former he classes as tire¬ some, the latter as impossible. He frequents the theatre for the purpose of criticism and this criticism is de¬ livered in a refined drawl. He is, however, uninterested in the whole affair. This type is intellectually lazy, never allowing itself to think of anything more weighty than the condition of his hair or quality of his meals. His inherited wealth pre¬ vents his awakening from this revery, while his inherent brains save him from be¬ ing called stupid. The more human type is the one who has been disappointed in life, especial¬ ly in love. Such a disappointment not infrequently converts an active, energetic man into a lethargic, useless specimen of synical humanity. Personal disappoint¬ ment distorts his view of life. He thinks the unkind behavior of his beloved the THE OflK IiILiY ApD IVY Vol. XLI MILFORD, MASS., JUNE, 1925. 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—Agnes A. Siipola, ’25. Business Manager—Arthur E. Vesperi, ’25(. Associate Business Managers— Thomas F. Davoren, ’25. Ida R. Kurlansky, ’25. ASSOCIATE EDITORS. Henry J. Frascotti, ’25. Albert J. Shaw, ’25. Charles W. Gilmore, ’25. Allan A. Eastman, ’25. Business Management of this Magazine under the Supervision of Miss Mae E. Birmingham of the Commercial Department. Single Copies, 15 cents. Address all communications to Oak, Lily and Ivy, Milford, Mass. editorial. optimism and pessimism. “Tivo men look out From prison bars; One sees the mud, The other, the stars.” How truly the above words express the viewpoints of two ordinary mortals, each of whom is a typical representative of a particular class of people in this world! The preceding quotation applies with equal truth to individuals in every walk of life. The humblest servant and the wealthy manufacturer may both be included in the same class in regard to their manner of looking out upon the world. The two classes into which all human beings are divided are pessimists and optimists. Let us take for instance, two men of the moderately well-to-do type. Both have comfortable homes, sufficiently large salaries and both names are entered upon the social register. But here the similarity ends. Mr. A looks out upon the world and “sees the mud,” that is, he sees all its bad points. He believes it is constantly growing worse. To his mind there is no hope for the future, for he sees no light in it. These depressing opinions continually fall from his cyni¬ cal lips. When he is greeted with a smiling “Good-morning,” bright comments on the weather or cheerful remarks of coming prosperity, he only grunts, and 18 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. predicts a rain storm, a drouth, a slump in business, a terrible war or some other calamity. In fact, he often predicts them all at once. Such a person is instinct¬ ively avoided and disliked, for who cares for the companionship or the society of a confirmed pessimist? No one but another pessimist, perhaps. Misery loves company, and they share each other’s views and then attempt to outshine each other with unhappy predictions. It is not at all remarkable that they are left entirely to themselves on every occasion. Now let us analyze Mr. B’s views on life. Everything is for the better. Misfortune and hardships are borne with a smile. His cheerfulness and hope¬ fulness brighten any corner where he might be. He is welcomed by society and blessed with a host of honest friends. A person in sorrow, a ruined business man or one who is ill, experiences a new spark of hope after an interview with an un¬ assuming and unaffected optimist. Such a person gifted with true optimism lives a much happier and more useful life than a miserable pessimist. It is difficult to tell which of the two classes is more numerous, but if there were more true optimists, the world would improve twice as quickly as it is now doing. A true optimist firmly believes that if anything be so, it is God’s will. He alone knows what is best and all His people can do is to submit to His divine will. Agnes Siipola, 1925. PATRICK PEACE ESSAYS. The following essays are tivo selected from those submitted by students of the Milford High School in competition for prizes offered by the late Delano Patrick of Hopedale. The subject of this year ' s essay was : WILL EXCLUSION LEAD TO WAR—A DISCUSSION OF THE IMMIGRATION QUESTION. WILL EXCLUSION LEAD TO WAR? Any public question that carries with it the possibility of causing war is a serious one. It is only during the last few years that immigration has proved to be a question of this sort and to be a problem that has taxed the wisdom and tact of our government. We did not always have as we have to-day our great industries and immense population of over one hundred million. At one time we had the great West to populate and build up. This could be done only by immigrants and we readily and willingly welcomed all who might wish to come and by liberal legislation made it easy for those who did come. The Irish, forced to abandon their homes because of the potato famine of 1846, were among the first comers, as were the Germans. It is to these immigrants that we owe much of our prosperity and bright future, for without them we ourselves could not have attempted to open up with such rapidity the huge western lands. Of late years the Italians, Hun¬ garians, Czechs, Russians, and Scandinavians have been the most num¬ erous and can be found in our factories and mines, in fact in most all kinds of the manual labor of the country. Of late years they have been harder to assimi- THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 19 late, for because of the great numbers already here the new-comers naturally flock to them and small colonies are the result. This difficulty, however, is not so great, for we have to-day greater means to help and aid the foreigner and to instil in him our ideals and ways of living. A greater factor in the increase of immigration was the World War. We, the most fortunate of the belligerents, offered to the homeless and destitute families of Europe new homes where with renewed hope they might prosper. It is not strange that they should flock to our shores, for we as an independent nation could give to them the best promise of living conditions and advancement. Here one man could find the same chances as another, providing, of course, he had the same ability and integrity to raise himself. Although many have not found fortunes awaiting them here, according to the foreigners’ conception of America, they have for the most part found contentment and happiness. In so great an influx there is always danger of taking in undesirables who would harm rather than better the country. Accordingly restrictions were made. By the Acts of 1882 and 1893 criminals, paupers , persons diseased in mind or body, and persons unable to support themselves were forbidden entrance to the country. The immigration laws have become more severe until now it provides that two per cent of those from any country who were here in 1890 are to be ad¬ mitted, although Japanese and Chinese, and even Japanese even from Hawaii are excluded. According to the Loose Leaf Current Topics there are three peace-time causes of war, namely: economic, which have to do with our livings and our profit mak¬ ing; second, psychological, which have to do with our feelings and thinkings and third, political, which have to do with our governing. If we were to have war with Japan over our present immigration law, it would come under the first two causes, economic and psychological. President Coolidge says, “One of the greatest dangers to peace lies in economic pressure.” Japan must send its excessive population somewhere. Only one other important, country besides our own is in a condition to receive immigrants. This is the continent of Australia which is in the first stages of development and would naturally attract immigrants. Yet it has closed its doors to them. Besides this Japan has a high birth rate, so that its already large population is not decreasing but increasing. These people must go somewhere and what is not strange, they look toward us for relief from their difficulties, because we are nearer than other countries and besides offering bet¬ ter living conditions, we have always been a friend to the Japanese Empire. The frequent earthquake disasters have not bettered the economic life of Japan. Other countries under such difficulties can be relieved by immigration to other nations. Japan is deprived of this privilege. Their prosperity is hampered. These con¬ ditions in a country do not for long maintain peace. Then there is the psychological cause of war. Our present immigration law certainly does not strengthen our friendship with Japan. The aim of every country, no matter how great or how small, should be to further the civilization of the world. We need to aid and help the Asiatic nations, and if we look on them as not having the high degree of civilization that we have reached, it is our duty to help them gain that degree of enlightenment and advancement. It was we who gave to the world its first successful democracy, which has not only en¬ dured and prospered but has been mirrored in so many of the republics of to-day. ■ Therefore it is only natural that these countries should look toward us and that Japan as a growing nation should do the same. But when such a law is passed we inevitably lose some of their good will and dependence on us. Another reason 20 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. why Japan should be grateful and should expect at least the same privileges as other nations is that it was an American, Commodore Perry, who by his visit to Japan in 1853 opened that country’s eyes to the vast possibilities of the future which would see her as one of the world powers, which position it holds to-day. From that day we have always befriended Japan. Our present immigration law, however, does not add to that friendliness; rather it does the reverse and no nation can afford to be unfriendly toward another nation. It hinders satisfactory solution of any international problems that may arise and builds up a wall of antagonism between us which prevents understandings in mutual interests. Then there is racial feeling. By such a law we might seem to look down on the yellow race. Such, however, is not the case. The United States gov¬ ernment is incapable of any such an unchristian act. Yet we ourselves should not be pleased to know that we were not wanted in Japan, or any country. Mr. Matsudaira, the new Japanese Ambassador to the United States, a very able statesman, says: “Japan’s objection to statutory exclusion has been a matter of principle. She has looked upon it from the standpoint of international amity and neighborliness and not merely from the standpoint of material loss or in¬ inconvenience. I understand that much hardship and inconvenience were ex¬ perienced by my countrymen immediately after the new law went into effect. I hope and trust that this hardship will be gradually mitigated by the judicious interpretation of the law and the considerate attitude of the authorities. I realize the difficulty of covering by a si ngle law all the complicated and intricate cases arising out of the movement of peoples from one country to another. Much, I presume, depends upon the discretion of the authorities concerned.” It is certain that immigration laws are necessary both for our own safety, in protecting the future of the nation and for the convenience of the immigrant himself. But in my opinion we do not need entirely to exclude the Japanese. They as one of the nations of the world should enjoy the privileges of the rest of the countries. The immigration problem, however, is relatively a new one in this country. Only the future can tell what conditions will arise from it and what new meas¬ ures will be enacted regarding it. Japan is comparatively a new country, but one that is rapidly advancing and one that may be considered as a world power. It needs the help of other nations to bring it up to their standards. Because of our friendliness toward that country it would therefore look to us for aid and we as a sister nation should respond, but now since the immigration law has passed, this is impeded both by uncertainty and some indignation on their side. That there is feeling can be shown by the letter received by the late Secretary of State Hughes from Mr. Hara Hara pre¬ vious to the passage of the law. It may not be as great now, but the feeling exists and will continue to exist. And it is a feeling that could bring about war. We do not want war with Japan, nor does Japan want war with us or any nation. Nevertheless all will agree that our present relations with Japan are somewhat strained, or, if not strained, they do not measure up to the standard of our friendliness with other nations. Some of this condition can be attributed to our immigration law. No country, I can safely say, relishes the idea of another war and it is the duty of every country to do its utmost to crush such an idea if any exists. The horrors of the late World War have satisfied all such inclina¬ tions in that direction. Furthermore no nation is in a condition for war for each one is undergoing its own period of reconstruction. War itself is the great¬ est menace to civilization, for it is during war times that the progress a nation might gain during peace is completely annihilated. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 21 Such an immigration law as the present one rather lessens our hope for peace, for it gives to the Japanese people a cause for unfriendly feeling, and not only prevents satisfactory relations between two countries but indirectly affects the whole world. As Mr. Matsudaira says, it is very difficult to cover the movement of peoples from one country to another by one law. The problem of immigration is rela¬ tively a new one. It is the first time in our history that it has taken on the serious aspect it now bears. Never before has it seemed to loom so large before the minds of not only the statesmen of the country but the people themselves, and to be a possible cause for war. The future alone can tell how these problems will be met. But as the law now stands, it decreases our efforts for world peace. The direction of the uni¬ verse now is assuredly toward peace. This can be seen very clearly by its cries for disarmament, the League of Nations, and the World Court. War is not an easy thing to abolish. One country alone can not do it and make a certainty of everlasting peace, but one country can do much toward disturbing the hopes of others in that direction. This is what our immigration law may be doing. The immigration law may not be a direct cause for war but it can surely be an indirect cause, for it causes feeling that leads to greater difficulties that are serious enough to cause war. Dorothy King, 1925. WILL EXCLUSION LEAD TO WAR? By the introduction of the Negro into the American Colonies there were sown the seeds of a controversy which shook the institutions of our republic to their very foundations, and ended only in four years of civil war. With this catastrophe in mind, a fear arose that history would repeat itself, if we continued to allow Asiatic races to colonize on American soil and become a menance to our own people and to American institutions. As far back as 1882, the attention of our government was called to this new peril when friction developed in California, where the Chinese in large num¬ bers were rapidly displacing the white people in industrial occupations. Believing that self-preservation of nations as well as individuals is the first law of nature, Congress took drastic measures to protect our people against the incursion of Asiatic hordes by passing the Exclusion Act of 1882 which settled forever the question of Chinese immigration. Later the Barred Zone Act was passed, shutting out the Hindus and all other Asiatic races with the exception of the Japanese, which she still continued to admit, subject to certain conditions. Thus we see that the Exclusion Act of 1924 barring the Japanese is not a new policy of our government, that it is not based on animosity toward Japan, but upon the fundamental principle of preserving our American institutions and standard of living, by barring from our shores those races which by character and customs are ineligible to citizenship and incapable of Americanization. In 1907 during Roosevelt’s administration, conditions of social and indus¬ trial unrest became so acute on the Pacific Coast that our government awoke to the fact that a Japanese immigration had already taken place which threatened to submerge our people and our civilization. With over 30,000 Japanese immi¬ grants coming into the United States in that year, the question had become an international problem and President Roosevelt after a careful examination of 22 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. the facts, decided that the Japanese should no longer be allowed to come here as laborers, agricultural workers or small tradesmen, and that further mass set¬ tlement or colonization should be prohibited. This decision resulted in the ad¬ ministration negotiating with Japan the so-called Gentlemen’s Agreement, by the terms of which all Japanese laborers excepting those who had already become domiciled here, their parents, wives and children, were thereafter excluded from the United States, the enforcment of the measure to be carried out by Japan her¬ self, instead of by our government. Japan of her own accord agreed, to issue no passports to Japanese laborers desiring to enter this country or adjoining ter¬ ritories and to issue passports to the United States only to business men, travel¬ lers, and students, hoping through this class of people to promote friendship, and to encourage trade between the two countries. People on the Pacific Coast were skeptical of the success of the Gentlemen’s Agreement from the beginning, and the results as time passed proved that their suspicions were well founded, as this act never produced the results expected. Like the Prohibition Law the agreement was broad, and easily evaded by the individual. Japanese laborers continued to arrive by devious routes, usually crossing the Canadian and Mexican Borders, thus proving the ineffectiveness of the Agreement, and the necessity of a more stringent statute. Although President Roosevelt who conducted the negotiations with Japan believed that the Gentlemen’s Agreement would settle the problem, the result of fifteen years of operation proved the diplomatic defeat of his efforts, and the futility of this act to restrict the entry of Japanese to our shores. In 1907 when this law was passed the number of Japanese in this country including Hawaii were 152,000. In 1922 there were 275,000, an increase of 123,000, and to this num¬ ber was being added 13,000 yearly by births alone. To find so many here already with the number steadily increasing caused justifiable concern on the part of those who realized what troubles may be caused by a large alien element whose lower standards of living gave them superior advantages in industrial competition. From the economic and social angle, the Jap is as different from the American as land is from sea. Neither can he be made to fit into our modern ways or customs. With his long hours of labor and Oriental standards of living, he is an unconquerable competitor of our people in whatever industry he selects, and wherever Oriental help was employed, it meant that Americans were idle. The women and men work side by side in the fields and the children are taught to work from the hour they can pull a weed or wield a hoe. The husband is the head one of the family and the profits of all hands are his, Japanese women having no property rights whatever. By the united efforts of a Japanese family, their competition with the white farmers is fatal to the latter and in small farm¬ ing and truck gardening they have driven white men out of production and now absolutely control the industry. In some of the country schools on the Pacific Coast the Japanese children outnumber the whites to such a degree that the white children are brought up in a Japanese atmosphere, a condition unsatisfactory to the white people who are compelled to send their children to private schools or move out of the neighborhood. Although some of the Pacific Coast states passed laws prohibiting the alien ownership of land, this act proved no barrier to the resourceful and unscrupulous Jap, who at once proceeded to evade the law by devising ingenious methods of procuring legal title to the land. To see our laws evaded, and contempt manifested by a wily foreigner who cares nothing for our institutions was an additional cause of discontent and protest from the wh ite people, and where is there an American who can blame them? THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 23 With such conditions existing it was apparent to students of such matters that exclusion of Asiatic immigrants had to come sooner or later and that the only sure and effective method of checking the invasion was by a stringent act of Congress which was adopted May 26, 1924, prohibiting further admission to this country as permanent residents of any Japanese laborers, male or female, or of any professional men seeking to locate here, and the provisions of the law to be enforced by our own government. In regard to the Exclusion Act President Coolidge, who throughout the con¬ troversy has shown great friendship for Japan, correctly described the situation when he said, “The Exclusion Act is not an offensive but a purely defensive action. It is not adopted in criticism of others but solely for the purpose of pro¬ tecting ourselves. We cast no aspersions on any race or creed, but we must re¬ member that every object of our institutions of society, and government will fail unless America be kept American.” There are some w ho think that the Exclusion clause of the immigration act will so offend the Japanese that it will create a breech that will lead to war; not immediate war perhaps, but that friendly relations will be lacking, that prepara¬ tions for war must be made, and that vigilance will have to be maintained. On the contrary, clear headed, far seeing statesmen of the United States and Japan believe that the Exclusion Act instead of causing war will serve as an actual preventative of war. For years there has been a growing friction between the white and the Japanese which was fast developing into a class hatred that would inevitably bring on a clash between the two nations. It is to the interest of both nations that this clash shall not come. We have close commercial interests with the Orient, especially Japan. We want their commerce, they want ours, but this cannot be continued where there is friction between the two nations. The way to prevent this trouble is to remove the cause, and the one cause that was hasten¬ ing the trouble, and which has been removed, was the unwelcome hordes of Japan¬ ese flooding the Pacific Coast. No affront to the Japanese honor has been intended in the new law, and none has been given. It is far better that any differences of opinion should develop now over the provisions of the law than to have other and far more serious differences arise later from the development of an aggra¬ vated race situation on the Pacific Coast. A dispute over the justice and wisdom of a law may be adjusted amicably when both sides wish to be reasonable, but it would not be so easy to meet the crisis which would be created in time by the extensive Japanese colonization of American territory. Another reason why exclusion will ensure future peace with Japan is that by its passage the United States will be able to maintain control of the Hawaiian Islands which were fast becoming Orientalized, and coming under Japanese in¬ fluence. These Islands, strategically the key to the Pacific Coast, were annexed by the United States in 1898 as an outpost to preserve the peace of the Pacific. In Hawaii to-day the Japanese comprise forty-three per cent of the population, and furnish more than fifty per cent of the school children. They control trades and industries, warn white workmen to keep away, and even use their influence to defeat candidates for Congress who are unpopular with them. In a few years, if exclusion was not adopted, these islands would be lost to the white race, and by passing the act we have prevented this, and assured peace between the two countries for generations. While sensational newspapers and excitable statesmen in both countries pre¬ tend to see “grave consequences” arising from the Exclusion Act, in reality Japan has no legitimate cause to be aggrieved at the passing of this measure. Her animosity towards the United States is due solely to a lack of knowledge of the 24 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. conditions and reasons which induced this action of Congress, and to a belief that it was inspired by a dislike for Japan, and a desire to insult and discrimi¬ nate against her. These beliefs are groundless, for the immigration act applies to half the globe, of which Japan constitutes only about seven per cent. If con¬ sistent, Japan should offer no opposition to the United States, as Japan her¬ self to protect the economic welfare of her people has excluded the Chinese, people of the same color, also the people of Malay, Java and Hindustan. Why then should Japan feel offended with the United States for adopting a policy towards her, which she herself had already put into effect against other nations? What just grounds has she for protesting this action of the United States when no other English speaking country has permitted them to gain such a foothold in its territory? South Africa, Australia, and New Zealand have always exclud¬ ed Japanese immigration, and Canada, having had unsatisfactory results from a Gentlemen’s Agreement allowing a small number to enter each year, is preparing an act to exclude them absolutely. As no serious complications ever arose with those countries over exclusion, is it not reasonable to suppose that the controversy between the United States and Japan will be settled amicably and without grave consequences ? Another circumstance which has been lost sight of by those who fear that exclusion may lead to war is the fact that Japan at the present time and for many years to come will be physically and financially unfit to consider war. It is but a little more than a year and a half since she was visited by an earth¬ quake, the most terrible and destructive on record, and from the effect of this awful disaster Japan is devoting her every energy to recover. In her great dis¬ tress American aid was prompt and generous and Japan was deeply touched and appreciative of our quick response to her need. Under those conditions is it not inconceivable to suppose that she has any warlike intentions towards the United States, her greatest benefactor and the most powerful nation in the world? The recent passage of the Manhood Suffrage Bill by the Japanese Parlia¬ ment is another hopeful sign of peaceful relations between that country and the United States, and shows that Japan is fast developing into a political democ¬ racy. This act raises the electorate from three million to fourteen million voters, gives the middle class control of national policy and has already forced the re¬ actionary element to give up their belligerent military plans. This policy is already evident in their attitude toward China, where the bullying and boycotting of years has been discontinued and trade and commercial relations encouraged. With those conditions now existing in Japan we can look forward hopefully to the future, with the assurance that a friendship established by Commodore Perry over seventy years ago and maintained continuously since will not be broken by a misunderstanding over the Exclusion Act. Although there are Jingoes over there as well as in this country, there are also shrewd, clever busi¬ ness men, who realize that it is for their interest as well as ours that there shall be no break in our relations. With the aid of such men, Japan in her own interest and in the interest of her people will accept the Exclusion Act in a proper spirit and will join with the people of the United States in a manly, courteous and final understanding. Wallace Larkin, 1925. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 25 PERSEVERANCE. “Who, not content that former worth stands fast, Looks forward, persevering to the last J —W ORDS WORTH. To accomplish anything worth while in this world one must develop per¬ sistence. The power of being able to persevere is one of the greatest assets one may have. We can never aspire to reach the top of the ladder of success unless we do so. There are some who perhaps have half gained the goal of their am¬ bition, but who, lacking the necessary spur of perseverance, fall, only to struggle weakly again and again in vain. Thus it is with the youth of to-day. His ambitions are too lofty to be realized with the amount of perseverance he has. He desires to gain much knowledge with little or no study whatsoever. No one can hope to attain success and good fortune except at the cost of great mental and physical effort; but such a sacrifice is always rewarded, either politically, socially, or spiritually, according to the character of the aim. Men at the head of large corporations must have a great deal of persever¬ ance to keep their business on a firm basis, and to maintain the harmony neces¬ sary in a large corporation in order that success may be assured on all sides. We of the younger generation, who have as yet had no difficult trials to face, do not realize the perseverance necessary to our parents, friends and all others who endeavor to smooth our paths and make our life a success. Instead, we take too much for granted, thinking that this must be done for us and that must be done for us; otherwise our happiness is not complete. There is no one who can make our lives a success for us. That task lies with each one of us. We get out of life exactly as much as we put into it, and no one else can share with us his perseverance, as it was never destined that man should wholly form anyone’s character but his own. That is expecting too much from Life. If we try to lead a good moral life, we shall be rewarded as surely as those who lead an immoral life will receive their just deserts on Judgment Day. The poor man who lives in a modest cottage envies the rich man’s mansion but that is often an injustice to the latter, because many times the moneyed man, especially in America, started on a meagre stipend in his youth and won his fortune by a capacity for sacrifice and perseverance which perhaps the poor man does not possess. And thus it will always continue to be. Only those who persevere through all the trials of life will ever attain success. Florence Boucier, 1925. A FRIENDSHIP IN OLD ROME. The Roman Emperor Augustus was far famed for his extensive flower gardens. Acres and acres of beautiful roses, graceful lilies and rainbows of other flowers filled the air with their exquisite and heavy fragrance. This garden was the Emperor’s delight. A high stone wall completely surrounded it and a score of slaves worked busily each season caring for the flowers. Hitherto people had been allowed to drink in the beauty of the flowers, but crushed forget-me-nots and stolen roses resulted in the making of strict rules. 26 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. When these were constantly disregarded, light sentences became heavier until the taking of one flower was made punishable by death. Such was the king’s jealous love for his garden. Cornelius, a shoemaker’s son and Lucius, the son of a poor writer of lyric poetry, were born in Rome. The love of one for the other was remarkable. They were inseparable companions. As the two friends were walking down the narrow street one day, Lucius seemed in deep thought. “Bespeak thy mind, Lucius,” urged his chum. “Ah, Cornelius, I was just thinking of the Emperor’s garden behind yonder wall, thinking of the loveliness hidden from the world,” answered Lucius. From his father, the boy Lucius had inherited a great love of the beautiful and his passionate and poetic nature was stamped on his pale face. Cornelius glanced toward the wall and carelessly said, “They say it is a wonderful place.” As the tw r o neared the wall, Lucius stopped to tie the thong of his sandal. Glancing sidewise to reply to a casual remark by Cornelius, he saw in the wall, a tiny crack and a bit of brightness. With a slight cry, Lucius leaped past his friend and peered through the crevice. Amazement, wonder, delight and desire, each in turn passed over the youth’s face. He was filled with a burning longing to possess but one little flower from that glorious mass. “Cornelius ! Look !” Lucius cried. Cornelius knelt down and looked. He saw pale lilies very close to him, smelled the fragrant perfume, but arose little affected. “They are lovely, ’tis true. But let us make haste to dinner before it cools,” remarked the practical Cornelius. After one more look Lucius reluctantly followed his friend. The following day Cornelius found Lucius at the crack in the garden wall. It soon became a daily habit of Lucius to visit the key-hole to wonders. One day Cornelius found his friend in a sorrowful mood with hardly a word for him. “Why art thou so sad?” asked Cornelius sympathetically. “Alas,” said Lucius, “the crack has been discovered and repaired.” Only after much coaxing, Lucius promised to try to forget the haunting flowers. Lucius bravely tried to forget the flowers, but after a week again the in¬ tense longing for the flowers seized him. He grew silent and brooding. “For sooth, what ails the lad?” his father remarked on one occasion. “Indeed, he acts not as a normal boy,” his mother sighed, and then added, “but it may be only a petty quarrel that troubles him.” But gradually Lucius grew weaker until finally he was confined to his bed. His anxious parents were puzzled over his condition. Cornelius also was deeply moved. “He talks much of flowers,” said his mother turning to Cornelius who was tenderly watching Lucius. Of flowers! Then it was the want of the King’s flowers that was gradu¬ ally wasting and weakening his beloved companion. A half an hour later it was a thoughtful, serious boy that softly closed the door of Lucius’ home. Lucius lay staring out of the narrow window, gazing at the moon as she THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 27 glided in and out among the dark murky clouds. Scintillating little stars peeped s ' hyly from the sky at intervals, resembling tiny forget-me-nots. In an overwhelming wave, the memory of the garden swept the slight frame of the lad and the eternal yearning tugged at his heart. Restlessly he turned and muttered incoherently, “Just one little rose or a lily.” When Cornelius entered the home of Lucius the next evening, he looked with dismay and pity at the thin figure and pale face of his friend. An over¬ whelming tenderness swept his strong frame and hastily brushing aside the gath¬ ering tears, he attempted to speak Cheerfully to the sick boy. “Alas, he grows weaker each day,” sadly whispered the mother as Cornelius turned to go. With an effort Cornelius spoke some comforting words and left. “I must do it and I will do it to-night,” said Cornelius to himself, a sudden determination shining in his eyes. Straight to the palace he went. Upon his asking to see the Emperor the guards laughed in his face and roughly pushed him out. A vision of Lucius’ haunting eyes rose before him. He would take a flower. Dear Lucius must be saved. He crept stealthily up to the garden wall. He listened. All was still. His lithe young body swung up over and in to the garden. He plucked a lovely White lily. “Hark! What was that!” “It is only my wildly beating heart,” he assured himself. He stooped to pick a forget-me-not. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. He was jerked to his feet and brought before the King. “Thou has willfully entered my garden and taken of the flowers. Thou knowest the penalty,” the King said grimly. Falling on his knees, poor Cornelius begged that he might bring the flowers to the poor dying Lucius. “Then I will return,” he said proudly. Finally the King agreed and under guard Cornelius arrived at the home of Lucius clasping tightly the fair prize, so dearly bought. The look of ethereal happiness that swept the worn face of Lucius was reward enough for the brave Cornelius. With a smile Cornelius turned and fol¬ lowed the guards. As the deep rose tinted the horizon at early morn, two souls fled from this gray earth and rose to heaven hand in hand. The one that of a flowerlike inno¬ cent youth, the other that of a brave true friend. Agnes Siipola, 1925. 28 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THE PINE TREE. Upon the hill with other trees There stands a little pine. In summer it can scarce be seen Mid other trees more fine. But when the winter’s chilling winds Have stripped the others bare, That little pine that still is green To me seems very fair. So on life’s hill in summer time, Are many smiling faces. We scarce can tell in pleasure time Which ones possess most graces. But when the clouds of trouble roll, And we are bent by grief, Some friendly faces fade away As does the autumn leaf. So when I find a friend that’s true, Whose friendship’s always mine, That is the kind of friendship I liken to the pine. Mary Tyndall, 1925 . DREAMS OF YOUTH. A Ballad. I sit for hours beside the flames Where crackling fires dance, Once more to weave the happy dreams Of magic slumber lands. My dreams soar high in winged flight In brightest fantasy; I dream and dream of bygone days And youth with joy and glee. Through mem’ries old there comes to me, So ancient and so gray, A vision of those golden days When I was young and gay. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 29 How welcome is the call of youth With life announced anew, With song and joy in all my heart, And faith and hope renewed! But now the cloud of fancy lifts, The painful truth is known: The days that once were golden hued Have aged, by worries grown. And thus I sit beside the flames Where crackling fires dance, And weave a dream of glowing youth, From out of slumber lands. Lillian Bellofatto, 1925 . THE CROWNING OF ARTHUR. A Ballad. King Arthur died: a time of strife Followed his mighty sway, For Merlin, a magician wise, Had hid his son away. By virtue of a favor done Did Merlin take the child At birth and to Sir Ector go Within the forest wild. lie In the churchyard of St. Paul Appeared a marble block And in it was a golden sword The strength of men to mock. These words appeared upon the block In gold writ ’round the sword: ‘‘He rightly king of England is Who pulleth out this sword.” Knights from far and wide had come Their fortune there to try, But no success did they receive, While a motley crowd stood by. On New Year’s Day a joust was called. Sir Ector rode that way, And with him as attendants were Young Arthur and Sir Kay. 30 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. Sir Ector had forgot his sword And sent young Arthur back The sword to fetch and bring to him But none were home, alack! Then to the church young Arthur went And took the jeweled sword From out the marble scabbard there And gave it to his lord. And when Sir Ector heard the tale, He dropped upon his knee. To Arthur’s query he replied, “1 kneel, my King, to thee.” It was the Feast of Pentecost. The Barons all assembled The sword to try, but none of them Save Arthur made it tremble. Then down upon their knees they got, Lords and Commons and thralls, “You are our rightful King,” they said, “And we will serve you, all.” So great rejoicing then took plac e And end was put to strife; And noble Arthur ruled them well With justice all his life. Clarence O’Connell, 1925 . NERO. Nero was born in the great cold country of the North West. When he was about a year old he came into the hands of a man by the name of Brown. Brown had no love for dogs. To him they were just necessary animals who worked hard pulling his big sled over the rough trails. If at times Nero or the other dogs showed weariness, he would lash them unmercifully with his great dog whip. One night Brown pitched camp in a pretty desolate piece of country. He had driven Nero hard all day and after he lhad fed him with dried meat, Nero was only too glad to go to sleep in the snow. When Nero awoke, it was still dark. Instinct had warned him of the approach of danger and he was up out of the snow almost before he realized that he was awake. Then from out of the timber came the long-drawn and mournful howl which seemed to appeal to Nero, perhaps because there was a good deal of wolf about him. His companions were panic-stricken and they set up a chorus of the most mournful howls. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 31 Brown emerged with his dog-whip in his hands. “Silence, you curs. What in blazes has upset you all?” Another mourful cry came from the timber which made him spin round. “Wolves!” he cried hoarsely and leapt toward the dying fire that he might replenish it, knowing that it would keep the wolves at bay. As soon as the fire blazed up the dogs drew near to it, for they knew that wolves were in fear of fire. Through the trees they could see the shining eyes of the wolves. They watched, fascinated. Gradually step by step the wolves drew nearer to the camp. Brown sat by the fire, rifle over his knee. In a few minutes he would open fire on the pack. The leader took a few steps forward, but before he could move again, Brown levelled his revolver. A shot—and the big leader rolled over the ground, dead. The noise of the shot had scattered the rest of the wolves, for there was not a wolf to be seen. Brown, satisfied that he had driven off the wolves and greatly irritated at the racket the dogs had made, strode over to Nero, his cruelty and anger ablaze. The dog seemed suddenly to have become possessed of a spirit of bravery, seemed to hear the howl of the wolf pack leader, the call of the wild. Why should he be treated as a beast of burden? Why should he put up with this cruelty? Brown whirled his dog-whip aloft and before Nero could realize his inten¬ tion, the cruel lash came down upon his back. “Take that and that and that. It ain’t the first time you’ve seen wolves. This ought to teach you to keep quiet next time.” Nero leapt back suffering with the pain, his fangs bared, his white teeth show¬ ing. The whip whirled upward again and was about to descend again when Nero leapt straight at the arm that held the whip. For several minutes they struggled and as they struggled they reached nearer to the fire. Brown reached out, clutched a red-hot firebrand in his mittened hands and thrust it under Nero’s nose. The dog buried his nose in the soft snow to deaden the terrible pain. He knew that he would never go back, felt that he did not want to go back. He would answer the call of the wild and roam about the prairies and hills. In a moment he arose and trotted over the plain out of sight, disregarding the angry command of Brown to return. Some days later Nero came upon a huddled shape lying in the snow, in a wide expanse of unbroken country. Just as his heart had craved freedom from the cruelty of Brown, now his heart yearned for the companionship of this man, for Nero recognized him as one who had worked for Brown for a time and who had always had a cheery word for the dogs. When the man spoke it sounded like music to the dog’s ears, for he was accustomed to the silence of the woods and the dismal cries of the wolves. “Come here, old fellow,” said the man speaking to him as though he were a human being. “Guess even a wolf would be better company than that skunk who just shot me.” Nero was reassured at the man’s kind voice and he crept close to him ventur¬ ing to lick his outstretched hands. The man smiled weakly, for it was easy to see that he was in pain. “The skunk is somewhere around here. If he thinks he has killed me, he won’t come near, but he hasn’t.” Just then from the timber came a man in their direction. Nero saw that 32 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. it was Brown. Like a sentinel he stood guard over the body beside him, but his eyes never left the face of the man approaching. When the man was but twenty yards away, Nero saw him slip the rifle sling over his arm and ' he knew the time had come for him to act. He leapt over the body of the man in the snow and covered those twenty yards in an instant. Before Brown could turn the weapon upon Nero, the dog was upon him. Brown reeled backwards, his rifle falling from his grasp and with much difficulty scrambled to his feet. The loss of his rifle cowed him and he fled, showing his true colors. Late that day a sergeant of the Mounted Police came along with a dog team and sled and took Nero and his friend back to the post. The dog’s new master was a government official who had been attacked by Brown, whose intentions had been to rob him. Wilson, the dog’s master, has declared more than once that he would not sell Nero for all the money in the world, for to him the possession of a dog’s faith and affection is far more precious than mere gold. Anna Fletcher, 1925. NIGHT. The shadows fall o’er hill and dale, And night will soon come down And sleep will spread its fairy wings On river, vale, and town. Then sleep will come to weary folk Who’ve toiled the live-long day, And sleep, so welcome to each eye, Will drive their cares away. Sweet dreams of wealth will come to them, They’ll dwell in castles bright, And then, they’d always like to have The sweet and carefree night. The dawn soon comes to those who sleep, The light creeps slowly in, The shadows dark arise once more And cares with dawn begin. Helen E. Morgan, 1925. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 33 A JUST EVALUATION OF OURSELVES. “Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much : Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.” No truer words were ever spoken and although preaching is disliked by most of us, this maxim bears out a great truth of life and would harm us little if we took some of its worth aw r ay with us. It is fine to study and know a great deal, but it avails us very little if we think we know almost every thing there is to be known about any subject. We fool not other people, but just ourselves. Men and women realize that, no matter how brilliant and capable one person is, all the learning and knowledge that has been accumulating for thousands of years cannot be gathered in one brain in a short space such as the average life-time covers. Therefore it behooves us not to be proud of our little learning, but to realize our limitations and in an incon¬ spicuous manner to do our best to improve our time and knowledge with the thought always in mind that regardless of how much one knows, much more re¬ mains to be acquired. A very good example of the wisdom of the above advice may be had by looking over the register of some of our leading colleges, where we will find men and women enrolled from the age of sixteen to sixty, all with equal enthusiasm to obtain new learning. Summer schools are attended by many teachers and school authorities in order that they may increase their fund of knowledge. Men and women, realizing what a great aid education is, sacrifice in countless in¬ stances a great deal so that they may attend institutions of learning. Those who realize the disadvantage they suffer when equipped with only a meagre education and who try to improve themselves by reading or seeking formal instruction are to be congratulated because they are conscious of the fact that to live and learn is an achievement, while to live and not learn is only to exist. Thomas Davoren, 1925 . MY REST SPOT. Sonnet. Near by my home there is a spot most dear, And there through childhood days I’ve loved to go. In early spring when other spots are drear, There first the birds alight, and violets grow. In summer days beneath the great oak’s shade I love to sit and watch the little brook. Within it how we children love to wade; Oft on its banks we’ve sat with line and hook, And there upon the spreading branches green Of our old favorite tree, our feast we’ve spread. Beneath are moss grown rocks with fern between, And azure skies show through the leaves o’erhead. So thus we see that beauty is at home: If we but look, we do not have to roam. Mary Tyndall, 1925 , 34 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. SUCCESS. Success in this dim World is always gained By those best fitted to suffer storm and strife, By those who faltered not, nor e’en complained, But overcame the problems of this life. The straight and narrow path will lead their way To boundless wealth and also happiness; If you will work as hard as you can play, Each step will bring you nearer to success. The weak are always crushed and much oppressed, They yielded to temptation; now they know That those who have a stronger will are blessed, And virtue paves the path in which they go. Ambition tempts us on to sinfulness But virtue turns us back to righteousness. William Marcus, 1925 . THE HOUSE OF KRANE. Short Story. The House of Krane—an imposing name for a house in a small New Eng¬ land town, though it was the finest and the property of the wealthiest family. It was set well back from the street and adorned a slight elevation with its lofty and exclusive air. Not less exclusive was the family itself. The town people saw little of them, for so small a town held little interest for a wealthy family except perhaps as the home of its ancestors. Yet as little as it was occupied by the family, it was here that the most im¬ portant episodes and events of the family had taken place. An important scene was taking place now in the dim but beautiful old li¬ brary. The two remaining members of the family were facing each other. John was the elder and had spent most of his life in traveling. The younger of the two, Richard, had lived nearly all his life in the old homestead. “It’s no use putting it off any longer, Dick. We’ve done that too often as it is. I’ve racked my brain for the last month trying to think of Some other way, but I can think of nothing. The house must go.” “But, John, think. Sell the house? Don’t think of such a thing. Surely there is some other way.” “There’re might be, Dick, but I can’t see any. Since the day grandfather died there has been nothing but debts. I don’t see how the governor was able to keep up as long as he did. The worry was the cause of his death. He always hoped, he told me, that he would find that million dollar bond that was not ac¬ counted for in grandfather’s will. I’ve put the collectors off as long as I could, Dick, but they’re coming to-morrow for the money. Manners has offered me twen¬ ty-five thousand for the place and we’ll have to let it go, there’s nothing else.” “There is another way, John. It’s easier than you think. The dividends from the company come to-morrow and—and father was the only one who knew they were due and er—don’t look like that, John. I—think what it would mean, THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 35 think of giving up this home that has lasted for a hundred years or more and think of the Manners with their newly-rich ideas tearing down these book cases and destroying these books that it took half a century to collect. You know, he has always wanted to buy it and you know, too, the changes he said he’d make, if it belonged to him. Fool! Doesn’t he know that the least alteration would spoil it all?” “Why, man! what are you saying? You’re telling me to steal. You can’t realize-•” “I do realize. It’s you who don’t realize,” Dick interrupted. “What right have you to sell it? It’s as much mine as yours, and you can’t sell without my consent. It wouldn’t be stealing. That money was given by our own grand¬ father and the dividend is as much ours as the company’s.” “But don’t you see that the money isn’t ours? Not a penny belongs to us. You must be crazy to even think it.” “Listen, John-•” But John was gone. Left alone Dick looked about him at the home he more than any other of the family loved so much. Whenever he left to travel he always was unhappy and discontented until he saw it again with its spacious lawns and wonderful gardens and above all its grand old trees. No, he would not part with it. Krane Company knew but little of the business transaction that had taken place just before John Krane Senior’s death. They had left the matter to him and he had successfully carried it through. The dividends were to be paid to-morrow to him and was recorded so on the document. Dick knew where the document was and he knew, too, that the company heads knew nothing of the dividend that was payable to-morrow. It could be easily arranged so that they would never know. Stealthily he went to the safe and stealthily he returned with the document in his hand. He read it through and came to the clause, “As agreed, an early dividend is to be paid the 16th day of the above month, namely May, the same year.” Merely change the word “same” to the “following” and the money would be his. The other members of the company had not as yet seen it and would be none the wiser. He knew also that most of the money was to be paid to the workers themselves and that they and their families needed the money to keep off the privations of a long and hard winter. Yet when he balanced this with the losing of his family estate, he was tempted. He sat, pen in hand, and looked about him at the home he loved and finally his glance wandered to the window through which he could see the grand old trees, two hundred years old, whose very erectness and sturdiness seemed to him to symbolize the grandeur and uprightness of the family name. He thought with pride of his ancestors. Everyone, both men and women, ranked high in moral uprightness and honesty. How he loved the place! He’d never part with it and would do his best to keep the name as proud and stainless as it was now. The pen touched the paper. He started. What was he doing? Upright! Proud! Stainless! The family name. But that was what he was doing it for,— to uphold it. And then he realized that it was far better to sell the house and let the name die forgotten than have it discovered to be that of a thief. Slowly he put down the pen and as slowly he put the document back in the safe. He returned to the window and looked out at the great trees and thanked God that he had done nothing to low r er their proud old heads. As of old they 36 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. seemed to understand and whisper to him as they did when he was but a small boy and had loved to stand and look at them. Abstractedly he reached for a book from a nearby case. The leaves parted and he found himself looking down at the lost bond, now worth far more than a million. Dorothy King, 1925. CONTENTMENT. Billy Burns was at war with the world. Everything was going the wrong way, he thought, as he walked despondently in the park with bowed head and slouching gait. He sank down on a nearby bench and gave himself up to moody thoughts. What joys were there in life for him? He was just existing. His attention was attracted to the attitude of the quiet man sitting beside him. He glanced furtively at him and saw a blank face on which there appeared no play of emotions. The man turned and Billy saw the unseeing, sightless gaze of blind eyes. As he looked at the man, thoughts of compassion and a realization of his own blessings began to purify the darkness of his mind. Was he not lucky to have all the natural gifts God had given him? Here was this man made in like¬ ness of himself, yet deprived of the very root of all life—light. For him the sun never blazed like a ball of fire, devouring the lingering shades of darkness at dawn. He could feel its warmth, but he could not see the flowers or the birds that gained life from the very thing he was denied. He could hear the happy voices of children but he would never be able to see their bright innocent faces. He would never feel the peace and tranquillity of the twilight and even¬ ing. To him it was always darkness, terrible, impenetrable darkness. He would never see the glorious moon sailing like a silver boat across the blue-black of the sky, studded with a million bright diamonds. Though he might hear the roar of the sea, he could not see it dash against the cruel, wild rocks, or see it lashed into a fury by the winds. Hardest of all, he was deprived of God’s most won¬ derful creation—Nature in its spring-time glory. And yet, he, Billy Burns, bemoaned his fate, because through his own fickleness, he had lost his position and had been thrown completely on his own resources by his rightfully enraged father. Little by little Billy saw his own troubles diminish in comparison with those of the uncomplaining sufferer at his side. Then he thanked God for the bless¬ ings of being whole and he asked His blessing for this fellow-man and others like him, so uncomplaining in his blindness. The quiet man beside him with his gentle scholarly face seemed to typify for him all the blind sufferers in the world and unconsciously he began to repeat the lines written by the blind author of “Paradise Lost”:— When I consider how my light is spent In this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker and present My true account lest he returning chide, THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 37 ’Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?’ I fondly ask. But Patience to prevent That murmur soon replies, ‘God doth not need Either man’s work nor His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke they serve him best. His state Is Kingly: thousands at His bidding speed And post o’er land and ocean without rest. They also serve who only stand and wait. Billy got up from the bench, straightened up his shoulders, threw into the bushes a sinister object, and walked across the street into a door which bore the sign “Employment Agency.’’ Anna Neistein, 1925 . A BIT OF JADE. In the East Side of New York City, where many an unfortunate dwells and many are intimate with the police, an antique dealer had his shop. One night in April the rain pattered heavily against the window-panes of the old shop. The pale, round-shouldered, little old dealer stood looking over the top of his spectacles, intently scrutinizing a queer looking object which he had recently secured for his rare collection of unique and singular ornaments. The light disclosed an evil smile on the old man’s face. Rolling the object in his hands, he said half aloud, “H’m, this looks pretty good,” and further con¬ templating it with a steadier gaze, he continued, “I wonder where that lad got this figure of jade. He looked pretty slick and I can swear that he does not live in this section. He mus’ be some rich dame’s son, who may be was hard up for some ready cash and took this away from his ma, an’ there he comes and almos’ gives it to me for nothin’. I’m sure the kid don’t know nothing much about value and quality, otherwise he would not be such a fool in almost givin’ it away. I didn’t even give him a third of its value. What a fool he is! If the cops knew I cheated a young feller the way I did now, they’d put me in the can.” The rain continued to come down faster and faster. The deserted streets were dimly lighted. The antique dealer was just going to lock up his shop for the night when a young man rushed in. It was the fellow who sold him the jade. “I came back to get that figure of jade which I sold you this morning. I didn’t realize that it was so valuable.” “I’m sorry, young feller, but you sold it to me and was satisfied with the price you got for’t, and I won’t give it back t’ya. A bargain’s a bargain, ya know.” “Yes, but I didn’t know its real worth, and it belongs to my mother.” “It’s not my fault because you don’t know value, and you was perfec’ly willin’ with the bargain, an’ you’ll nevva get it back.” The boy realized it was useless to argue, so, declaring that he would con¬ fess the sale to his mother, he left the shop. The old man was just putting out the lights of the shop, about to retire 38 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. for the second time. Two roughly clad men, noted for their jail records, stood outside the shop. “Well, Spike, are ya ready fer the job?” “Sure am, Han’some, come on, let’s go.” These two thugs had seen the old man examine the precious jade, and took it for granted that it was very valuable as the expression of the dealer’s face displayed. Pretending to be late customers, they tried the door of the antique shop and found it locked as they had expected. The old man, who was about to withdraw to the back, heard someone at the door, and went to unlatch it. The two yeggs entered without arousing the suspicions of the dealer. When the latter had stationed himself behind the counter, one of the men said, “We have somethin’ fer you.” “Well, well, my friends, what is it?” said the old man, rubbing his hands. “Hand us over that thing that you was watchin’ so lovin’ly just now, that’s what we got fer ya,” they sneered. The old man turned pale and shook from head to foot. “I don’t know what ya mean,” he muttered. P’raps if you give me an idea of what ya mean, 1 might give it t’ya.” “Quick, we ain’t got no time t’ lissen to yer chatter. Where’s that sparkler? Han’s up, an’ don’t move! Now come across with it.” The old man would not give up the precious jade, after he had gained it so easily. This stone was worth the price of a man’s life. “I haven’t got anything, an’ I don’t undestan’ you. Get outta here!” The thieves talked no more, for their time was too precious, so they shot him with a noiseless pistol. They searched about, until they came upon what they were looking for, as well as many other precious ornaments. As they were pocketing them, the bit of jade lightly slipped out from the collection, falling to the floor. Eagerly they hurried out. Early the next morning the crime was discovered. The police were sum¬ moned to the scene. While the corpse was being examined, one of the police¬ men was searching about for clues. Suddenly something on the floor caught his eye. “Hello, look at that on the floor,” and picking up the little figure, carefully examined it and saw it bore an Oriental inscription. “Look, what’s that writing?” and he handed the jade to one of the detectives. The latter, who had traveled in the Orient, was able to read the following words: “J°y and honor dwell together.” Lillian Bellofatto, 1925. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 39 THE MERMAID. High in the sky a bright moon beamed Guarding a rippling sea; Softly the waves lapped the pebbly beach While I sat in reverie. Suddenly 1 was wakened from my dream By a voice so soft and clear, And looking up, there I beheld A damsel standing near. She was dressed in a gown of the purest white, Her golden hair fell free; A halo framed her beautiful face As she coyly smiled on me. So, this was a lovely mermaid Who had come to lure me on Beyond the realms of this lovely world To the depths of that lonely sea. She talked about the castles of gold With their jewelled crystal domes; She talked of the splendor and beauty That shone in the mermaids’ homes. She told of the variegated shells, Of the crimson coral-trees, And all the wonders below the earth Veiled by the silvery seas. Ah! but acquainted with this was I, As with the mermaid’s whim To lure sea-faring fishermen To regions dark and dim. To her lures I politely refused to yield, For I knew very well, you see, That I could never, never be at ease Off the earth, in that lonely sea. Avis Moran, 1925. 40 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. DRAMATIC CLUB REPORT. The David Garrick Dramatic Club has done some worthy work since its beginning three years ago. Here is a list of its productions: Club Work. Owin’ to Maggie Spreadin’ the News The Workhouse Ward Pygmalion and Galatea The Romancers Joint Owners in Spain Why the Chimes Rang The Beau of Bath A Sunny Morning Followers A Night at an Inn King Rene’s Daughter Snow Bound The Garrick Club began its productions on a bare stage with no scenery of any kind and no money with which to purchase any. Now the club owns three sets and has funds with which to purchase drapes in order to stage their pro¬ ductions. At present rehearsals are being conducted for the final club meeting of the year at which scenes from “The Coming of the Shrew’’ will be given. Also the club is preparing for its final performance, two one-act plays: “Op-o’-me- Thumb,” a story of life in a London laundry and “Yniard,” an allegory. The Officers for this year have been:— President—Clarence O’Connell, ’25. Vice-President—Elsie Erickson, ’26. Secretary—Catherine McKenna, ’26. Treasurer—Charles Gilmore, ’25. Clarence O’Connell, 1925. Public. Rosalie Holly Tree Inn Sanctuary Food The Teeth of the Gift Horse The Trysting Place A Fan and Two Candle-sticks Jon Suppressed Desires A WINTER EVENING. A fireside; the warm and pleasant glow Of logs upon the hearth; a book or two; A wing chair, high-backed, comfortable and low; The light of candles burning bright and true. Outside King Winter blows a mighty blast. The north wind sweeps and twists and twirls around; He searches all the cranies to the last For tired snow-flakes, huddling on the ground. What joy it gives to read of days of old THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 41 Of tournaments and jousts and ladies fair, Of kings and queens and knights decked out in gold, Of ministrel songs that floated through the air. A winter night gives pleasures by the score. A wealth of knowledge gives one even more. Clarence O’Connell, 1925 . LIGHT ESSAYS. Note:—The following were written in imitation of certain “airy trifles” by Morley and other writers read in class. ON ALLIGATORS. Have you ever owned an alligator? Perhaps I should not have asked that question, because an alligator is fortunately a rare creature in this section of the country. Now, I once had the pleasure of owning four of these gentle creatures. Lord knows, if there had been any more, it would have been the ruin of me. They were only a foot long, but one might well wonder, what would they be when they reached the length of eighteen feet? I dare not venture to say. These alligators came from the balmy south and I often used to think it was a pity they were not left there. It was not my desire that they were sent to me and I was more than surprised when one fine morning I opened a harmless cigar box and found four new pets. They are peculiar acting water nymphs. For seven months they did not eat a whit. Some people may ask, how can they live if they do not eat? The secret of it is that they hibernate, like the huge snakes you see sometimes with vendors selling snake oil or advertising some product. They feed the snakes but once a month in many cases, a large piece of meat lasting them some time. I was green in the business and when my alligators did not eat, I made up my mind that they were going to eat. There is quite a knack about such a pro¬ cedure. I grabbed them right back of the head, which is the largest part of them, it seemed to me. Then came the task of opening their mouths. Perhaps I was a little cruel in my methods, but I forced each one’s mouth open with a stick. Once it was open, it could be held open. I have sympathy for any den¬ tist that undertakes to treat teeth like those. Two glistening rows one on top and one on the bottom. Did you ever see a hack saw blade? If you have, you will get an idea of the number of teeth. But the mouth itself is a hugie affair with a funny white lump on the bottom like a toad. On hot days they are very lively on their legs and are very hard to catch. But on cold days they hardly move unless disturbed. If you catch them by the tip of the tail, they can almost swing around and nip you. I have heard some people remark that they are many times used as pets. Well, I might say that the nearest I want one of those for a pet is a stuffed one. In the few months I had them I got sufficient merriment out of them to last 42 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. me all my life. I did not have the heart to kill them in cold blood, so I wished them on to a fellow classmate named Robert Ambler, Bellingham’s greatest pony and goat herder. . He’s a wonder, that fellow, on animals. Why, he let a hail storm break in the window and freeze all but one of them. Albin Seastrom, 1925 . BALLOON-PANTS. What an ingenious invention is the creation of the so-called balloon pants! What a boon to civilization! Anyone that seriously considers the far reaching effects of this ingenious contrivance will be overwhelmed by his respect for its creator. What an eventful day was that on which that master designer was born! Little did those that surrounded him think that one day he would give to the world a gift that would render it eternally happy. Not long ago tire manufacturers began to advocate the use of balloon tires in order to obtain greater comfort while riding. Balloon tires are considerably larger than ordinary tires and because of this fact make riding an automobile much more enjoyable than before. In view of this fact it was supposed that wide bottomed, oversized pants would make the wearer more at his ease, and so Imlloon pants made their appearance. Those individuals who are unduly ashamed of the enormity of their pedal extremities, but who are otherwise perfectly formed may now find a means by which they can conceal their lack of proportion. They have only to buy a pair of balloon pants and by lowering their suspenders they can completely obscure their deformity. Surely those individuals should have only praise for this new found commodity. Balloon pants should find universal use among firemen, since they are con¬ structed of such a nature that they can be put on with shoes on. Thus the fire¬ men could sleep with their shoes on and thereby save a great deal of time and would lead to greater efficiency in the fire department. As I ponder over the magnificence of the benefits of this newly acquired but priceless luxury, it seems that I, too, have a chance to join the list of the faultless. To-morrow I’ll buy a pair of balloon pants and join the ranks of the mighty. Moody Trevett, 1925. PEN POINTS. If all the pen points of the past ages could rise from their graves, I would ask them to tell some of the important work they performed in their short lives; but the situation being as it is, I shall try to point out some of their importance to you. A pen point is so small an object that you would not think it holds a prom¬ inent position in the world, but it does. What kind of school, office, bank, store, home or any place where the least bit of business is carried on could be without pen point? THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 43 They sign wills and bills, letters, checks, drafts, and think, some of the wonderful documents that bind the laws of the countries of the world would be illegal if they were not signed with a pen point. No mail is first class unless a pen point is used. If we knew all that a pen point that is owned by a business man knows, how bright and intelligent we should be. It knows every check he makes, every letter he sends, the name of the receiver and oh, such an abundance of knowledge it has. Yet it is such a tiny specimen. People walk on it with no respect what¬ ever for its importance in the business world, and the social world. Maybe it is lucky for some folks that pen points do not have such useful instruments as tongues. They might tell tales on the ardent lover or the fair lady. But we are thankful that this is not the case. Never be afraid, sweetheart, business men and laborers. Write what you wish: the pen point is a faithful servant of the world. They have no tongues, they cannot talk, they find rest wherever they are thrown. Take heed, dear friends, treat them right. Although they are only a little bit of steel, the world would be lost without them. Helen Morgan, 1925. ON VANITY CASES. Necessity of feminine loveliness, that magical case which works more wonders than Aladdin’s marvelous lamp! Trully it solicits our admiration. There are all sorts—gold and silver, round and square, octagonal, mono- grammed and unadorned—but one is not more important than the other, for none lack that outstanding requisite—the powder. That’s the main attraction. Of course, the mirror is important, but it is not entirely necessary. � The vanity case is the center around which revolves the attractiveness of woman and solves the problem of her loveliness. Oh, that magic touch! Just a daub here and there and then—how it transforms that shiny visage, particu¬ larly the nose, into charm and beauty. It might be truthfully said that the entire existence of woman is centered about the vanity case. What would happen to a woman’s poise and disposition if this little convenience should go astray? I’m afraid the result would be disastrous. Imagine the tears and groans, and sighs of sorrow. What a pity! Beauty would be spoiled and feminine charms re¬ duced to nothing. What an excellent stimulation to one’s good nature is the convenient pos¬ session of a vanity case! After slapping the nose with the powder-puff you look in the mirror. Your face beams with smiles and sunshine. As you view the happy result how pleased you are! But if by chance you have misplaced your case, you are worried about your appearance and repeatedly say to yourself or to your chum: “Is my nose shiny?” “Do I need any powder?” or “Where did I leave that vanity case?” Most people take for granted that a flapper is always in possession of a vanity case, for she is considered vain and conceited. No doubt she owns such a thing, but she is not the only one. It is very rare that any woman, whether a flapper or an old maid, or a school teacher or a wife, does not own a vanity case. 44 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. There are many teachers who seem to be very fond of collecting vanity cases from the female students. Some have rare collections. I often wonder why they like to gather so many. Is it a hobby? I doubt it. Sometimes I al¬ most believe that the teachers collect vanity cases for their own use. This might be a bold statement, but it suggests a possibility. Lillian Bellofatto, 1925. TONGUES. I can’t recall any songs or poems written to Tongues, and I don’t know whether they possess beauty or not, but I do know that they are one of the most important organs of the body and most of us do not appreciate them. Suppose you were to have your Tongue taken from you right now. What would you do? Yes, it is a horrible thought, for in truth you’d be quite help¬ less. You couldn’t talk, not to mention carrying on a complete conversation, and what position could you fill where there is never a word spoken? I can’t think of one. Every position, no matter how insignificant, always carries with it some conversation during the day. Worse still, how could one eat? The next time you eat something, take notice of the prominent part your Tongue plays in the course of the event. Your teeth are quite useless without the Tongue to convey the food around in your mouth. Tongues tend to add to the pleasant or disagreeable things in life accord¬ ing to the mind back of that Tongue. And I am told that Tongues have done much damage. Very serious, too. It is too bad that there are people with such Tongues, but we cannot take them away from them. You know a “tongue- lashing” is a terrible thing. Of the two, nine people out of ten would prefer a real beating. And isn’t your Tongue sensitive? No doubt you can recall when at some time or other you came in after playing ball or after a long walk, hungry as a bear and “pitched” right into the food, forgetting manners and everything else, for that matter, and in the rush you suddenly bit your Tongue. You recall the unhappy experience? Your Tongue stiffens, (you do also) then quivers, while you hang on to your jaw with mouth partly open, and thus you stay until your Tongue seems to regain consciousness and you proceed more slowly after assur¬ ing yourself that the food will not run away. And yet we never give our Tongue one single thought, although we wouldn’t be without it for the world. Some people ramble on, too, never think¬ ing of giving their poor Tongues a rest. Some men say that women do all the talking, but you and I know better! Why, I’ve had the floor for only half an hour and some people look actual¬ ly bored. Oh well, some people are queer! Margaret M. Gilroy, P. G. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 45 ON A FLY. Have you ever thought of the financial value of a fly or have you only thought of the disease and dirt that it so often brings? The financial straits of the manufacturers of fly-swatters, fly paper and similar devices for removing the fly would indeed take a heavy drop to the bottom, if all flies were suddenly ex¬ terminated. Very often we find people in this world who, discontented with the way they are being treated, are filled with a thirst for revenge. Irritated people when in this condition are liable to strike at anything at all. They find out that the easiest method of quenching this thirst is to kill some poor little dumb creature. It is then especially that the fly must beware. For what is more satisfying when one feels in a murderous mood, than to kill an innocent fly? A fly is tiny, but it can do things that are impossible for human beings. It certainly would be ridiculous for a human to attempt to crawl on the walls or on the ceiling, yet it is so common an occurrence to see a fly do this that we think nothing of it. And its eyesight is very keen. I am sure we have all experienced trying to kill a fly. We take a good aim and when our hand is about to descend with force, we find to our dismay that Mr. Fly has skillfully escaped. Have you ever thought of the amusement a fly offers to you on a day on which your thoughts are inclined to wander to other climates? On a rainy day moreover there is nothing more interesting than to watch a fly play on the window pane and then when you weary of this occupation, it is very diverting to try to capture a fly. Once during an examination a fly alighted on my arm. I carefully watched it and every once in a while I would slightly move my arm and it would fly a short distance away. Before long, however, he returned and no matter how many times I pushed it from my arm it insisted upon returning. It was a difficult problem to get rid of it. Nevertheless, it certainly is more pleasant to gaze at examination questions which are impossible to do. These are only a few of the convincing reasons why one should think twice before disposing summarily of the fly with a few condemnatory words. Anna Fletcher, 1925 . BROTHERS. Ah me, those estimable creatures who excite the admiration and envy of various members of the feminine sex and fail to arouse a similar emotion in their sisters! And why is it that sisters have so singular a lack of appreciation of their brothers? Most people, however, fail to realize the bored but tolerant attitude young gentlemen adopt towards their sisters. Far be it from me to destroy any pet illusions, but I consider it my duty to correct any wrong impressions people may have received in this direction. Of course, I am fond of my brothers. Don’t misconstrue my remarks. However, I shall never be a great social success while my brothers and I move in the same circle, for never have I been on the verge of being the hit of the evening, 46 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. so to speak, that one of the three did not spoil everything with some well meant but uncomplimentary brotherly advice. People say , “How well you dance, but, of course, you have three brothers to teach you.” Let me assure you at once, dear friends, that my brothers dance with me only out of politeness or because they can find no one else they would prefer dancing with at the time. I never attend a dance except with the expec¬ tation of having my program upset and losing the best dances. If I should re¬ fuse, not only their reproaches but those of my parents would ring in my ears for a month. I am very fond of baseball but if I try to discuss a game at home, one of my manly protectors is sure to remark in a lofty tone that that wasn ' t the way it was at all, that I know as much about baseball as friend brother’s dog does about the latest dance steps. We have a car or rather I should say “they,” for the only time I ever enjoy a ride is when some other girl’s brother takes pity on me. I went out one evening in a party with my brothers. One of the girls sug¬ gested ice cream and Reginald agreed with evident pleasure. Some days later on passing the same place I suggested ice cream, and was told if I needed some to buy some. I have’nt mentioned little brother as that would require a more detailed explanation, but don’t think that my brothers are’nt teaching me any¬ thing, for they are. I am learning a great deal about independence as well as to have a knowing smile when my brotherless friends express their envy in glow¬ ing terms. Francis Wells, 1925 . ROCKING CHAIRS. I once heard a woman say, “If there is one thing I abhor, it is the terrible squeak of a rocking chair.” Now I think that lady has a stunted imagination or a wrong view of life, for what can be more humanly expressive than a rocking chair as it ranges up and down the scale from a high squeak to a low groan. There seems to be reasoning behind the different tones, however inharmonious. As a horse responds to its rider, so, it seems to me, a rocking chair reacts. Take, for instance the sound when a large cumbersome person is the possessor. You can visualize personality in the slow methodical groans uttered by the chair in a deep painful bass. At some other time when a small light nervous person is seated thereon, her nervous speech and rocking cause scores of short jerky squeaks, with pauses as she stops and renews vitality, as the gossip becomes more exciting. The sharp falsetto of the chair combined with similar tones in her voice gives one a clear picture of the sort of person it holds. A mourner, rocking back and forth sobbing, is echoed by the tremors of the chair’s voice, now high, and now low, now long drawn out heartbreaking sobs and the subsequent softening of tone as the person is condoled. Perhaps the surest test of the chair’s human tendencies is shown when a child is the possessor of that reverberating piece of furniture. Consider a small boy forced to sit still while his mother holds forth long and lengthily about the benefits she derived from her operation. At first all is THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 47 quiet, then vague tremors are heard and finally as his wild spirit gains momentum, the chair gives a rumble then screeches forth with all its power, complaining with every voice it possesses till a bang is heard which is fol lowed by a yell. The chair, like a horse, rears on its hind legs and throws its reckless rider. The sobs are quieted with candy and the chair again is silent as the boy and his mother leave. The chair is so silent that to visualize it in an attitude of prayer requires no strength of the imagination. Extreme delight is the next mood. Its careful old lady mistress, who knits and rocks methodically day in and day out, has now claimed her own. The chair’s slow crunch reminds one of a horse eating dinner while he leisurely rests. Albert Shaw, 1925. CLOCKS. Of all faces ever looked upon the familiar face of the clock has been re¬ garded most. Clocks are seen in every home and every place where human be¬ ings congregate. Just imagine, if looks were wearing, how many times the town clock would have to be replaced. The clock is found in many forms, from the huge clocks in public buildings to the pocket editions called watches. There are clocks that strike every half hour, every hour, and some that strike but once a day. These last usually start singing at six o’clock or earlier and continue for ten minutes, that is, if the owner does not rouse himself to shut it off sooner. The last named clocks have some peculiarities. For instance, if it is set for 6.30 on some cold morning when the furnace has gone out, it will invariably sing at 5.30, thus necessitating a cold walk and across the room and the loss of a certain amount of sleep. However, if it is set for half past six any fine morn¬ ing in June, the owner will be sure to wake up at nine o’clock to learn that the alarm did not go off and that he is so late he cannot go golfing that morning. Think of the clocks in schools and offices just twenty minutes before quit¬ ting time. Do you wonder that a clock becomes so embarrassed that it tries to cover its face with its hands? What a place the clock occupies in our lives! If we are late by the clock at the office, we lose our position. If we are late by the clock in front of the drug store, we lose our happiness. If we are late when we go home at night, we lose our health. Clocks regulate everything from the length of time to boil an egg to the time the next boat leaves for Hong Kong. What would happen if all our clocks suddenly stopped? Many a man would curse that day who never cursed before, and why not? To worry down one’s breakfast and hurry to work to find the office doors securely locked and thirty minutes to wait before work begins is a sufficient cause for anything. And yet what praise does the poor clock receive? If it runs correctly for five years, nothing is said but if it slips up one day, it is cursed in all the lan¬ guages its owner can command. 48 THE OAK, LILY, AND IVY. What long hours these little things keep! They run twenty-four hours a day for seven days a week, and never a holiday. And still of all things they do the most good and receive the least com¬ pensation. Robert Ambler, 1925 . ON A TEA-KETTLE. What could be more pleasant, more cheerful and more suggestive of comfort and of home than a tea-kettle, merrily boiling on a kitchen stove! It softly hums a little song of its own composition as it sputters upon the heated cover. Occa¬ sionally, tiny sprays of steam shoot out from its spout and fall upon the hot lid with a hissing, but nevertheless an agreeable sound. The gently boiling water beats a gay accompaniment against the kettle, whose cover rattles up and down in a mad dance to the kettle’s orchestra. That kitchen utensil is the very soul of the room, its life, its all. What hos¬ pitality and welcome radiates from its joyous self! A passing caller remarks, “How cheerful this kitchen seems!” The good wife takes her sewing into the kitchen with these words, “I don’t know why, but I always love to work here.” Undoubtedly it is the plain ordinary copper tea-kettle that is the chief attraction in the room. As to outward appearances, it is not handsome, valuable, or in any way remarkable. Commonly fashioned from copper, it has not the exquisite lines of a Venetian glass vase or a handle of gracefully cut-birch sprigs. It is rather awkward with an impudent spout, a practical cover and a strong service¬ able handle. Indeed, it was not originally built for beauty, but rather for service. With what faithfulness and generosity the kettle has fulfilled its purpose! It has served not only as a water vessel, a substitute mirror, and a coffee pot, but it has served to brighten and cheer millions of homes everywhere by its cheerful and merry disposition. Families unconsciously draw nearer to each other as they spend an evening together in the friendly kitchen. Like a joyful and restful un¬ dercurrent, the kettle sings on through many conversations, ever laughing and always faithful till the end. Agnes Siipola, 1925 . TO THE DANDELION. Sonnet. Dear common flowers that fringe the dusty way, That gleam through grassy fields still wet with dew; The fairest flowers that bloom in merry May, A mass of precious lustre, rich in hue. Their golden heads uplifted to the sky, Unawed by the Creator’s wondrous power; Content to do His bidding from on high, Sweet radiant smiles through every blissful hour; M. H. S. BASEBALL TEAM, 1925 . CASTS OF “OP-O’-ML-THUMB” AND “YNIARD.” rHE CAST FOR “FOOD.” THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 49 Soft gleaming stars, cradles in verdant May, Shining forth with laughter and with mirth; A precious bloom to cheer the darkest day, „ In truth a very gem of priceless worth With wealth of brightness, boundless as the sky, A splendor only seen by childhood’s eye. Dorothy Peterson, 1925 . PLAY PRODUCTION. In the theatrical world, critics have said there has been a decline in play writing. It is true that there has been a lessening of skilful output of plays but not in dramatic production. In my mind production has reached an un¬ looked for height. Let us contrast a production of “Romeo and Juliet” of fifty years ago with one of to-day. In the first place there is a dazzling glare of footlights. The painted cur¬ tain goes up jerkily, squeaking and groaning. A robust Romeo, far from dash¬ ing, roars and gesticulates wildly while huge shadows play about on the walls. The scenery is gaudy. Everything is false. There is no attempt at naturalness. The glare of the lights of the scene “In a public place” continues into the “Tomb scene.” In the modern theatre the keynote of the play is struck before the curtain rises. The house lights diminsh gradually while the footlights come on softly and slowly. In the latest production of “Romeo and Juliet” with Jane Cowl and Rollo Peters, the effect was that of looking into an episode of the past. The public place was set with yellow arches through which a vista of low wall and blue sky was obtained. A fountain and a bench or two completed the picture. The color was given by the brilliant costumes of the townspeople who talked and laughed with each other for some time before the first line was given. The light was the warm amber of the sun. No ugly shadows were cast upon the scene. The tomb scene gave the desired effects. The eerie light of dusk produced a feeling of claminess. The walls seemed to be of gray stone, dripping with moisture. Yet when examined closely, there was nothing to the scene. The walls were only gray drapes arranged in a semicircle. The effect of height and weirdness was produced by throwing light down from above. No footlights were used. This sort of production took much scientific study and many scenic rehearsals for light and effect. The main principle of this new mode of staging is imagina¬ tion. Put the person in the proper surroundings and the imagination will function beautifully. Imagination produces a more vivid and lasting effect— an effect which is more beautiful. Though a great stride has been made along this line, there is still oppor¬ tunity for advancement. Exponents of the art claim that in the future there will be still less of material decoration. Settings will be for the purpose of creating atmosphere only. There are great openings along this line for the coming generation, but success always depends upon the individual. Clarence O’Connell, 1925. 50 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. EPH NEWCOMB’S STORY. While at my father’s camp in the Maine woods I heard this story told by an Eph Newcomb, the old peddler, and I am telling it to you to show how really tame fashionable life is. “Wall,” said Eph, “ye see I peddled round here nigh on thirty years and I knows most everyone by their given names. “ ’Bout twenty years ago, I started out fer the mouth of the road, but my old mare was taken lame, so I stopped. A good many men were cornin’ out of the woods, so when I got to the tavern I war’nt surprised to see a lot of men layin’ on the floor in their blankets. They was a hard lookin’ set with their dirty clothes and a winter’s growth of beard. But thar was one feller looked kinder odd in that set. He was dressed up fit to kill and had little black eyes as sharp as needles. I’d hearn a lot ’bout a certain Bill Sharpe who didn’t seem ter have no business round those parts. Everywhar he went something queer happened, but no one could prove a thing. Well, I was sartin sure this was him. “I had ’bout five hundred in my pocket and he must a known it, ’cause he kept his eye on me. Long ’bout this time I got nervous and calculated to get out of that place whether the old boss was lame or not. “Wall, when I drove on a ways I went over a log. Yer see, a tree had fallen crost the road, and it bein dark I drove right over it. Like ter throwed me out of the wagon. I jest felt my hair stand on end when I heard a bump in the wagon and a man groan. I knowed in a minute Sharpe was in there jest waitin’ to murder me and get my money. “I begun ter whistle so he wouldn’t suspect nothin’ and swear ’bout the tarnal road. Then I stepped out of the cart in my stocking feet and let the horses go on. I run up and shoved the hasp oveT the staple. He couldn’t get out, any¬ way. Then I got in the seat and purty soon T heard him strainin’ at the door. Wall, he strained and strained. Purtv soon he says ‘Newcomb.’ “ ‘Wall?’ “ ‘Why, I laid down in your wagon and went to sleep. Just let a feller out.’ “ ‘Wall, I says, ‘I’m goin’ down the road a piece and you might jest as well go as not.’ “I know he was desperate, so I got on my knees in front of the dashboard, thinkin’ he might shoot through the seat. Then he says: “ ‘You goin’ to let me out, Newcomb?’ “ ‘Yeas, by and by.’ “ ‘Then take that.’ “There was a sharp report and if I’d a bin on the seat, I’d a bin killed sure. Wall, I pitched forward, groaned considerable then tapered off, so he thought I was dead. Then Sharpe cried, ‘Whoa’ a couple of times but every time I’d hit the hoss. Wall, he begun ter kick, but it didn’t do no good ’cause that cart was made of good ash. “Purty soon T saw a light in a window and swung the hoss in the yard. When a hoss is driven in, it’s the custom for someone ter come ter the door. Shor enough out comes Joe Brown and fore he could say a word, I out of the cart and whispered, ‘I got Sharpe in the cart. Git yer gun and follow me.’ Then I said, ‘Stop yer kickin’ er I’ll shoot inter the wagon.’ ‘Thought I’d shot you,’ said a voice from inside. “ ‘Ye tried to, but ye didn’t.’ THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 51 “Wall, thar was a lot of river drivers they got around the cart and I said, ‘Sharpe, come on out now, but if yer use the pistol, yer a dead un.’ “When the door was let down, he sure was a sorry sight. His clothes was all torn and he hadn’t a friend. They knowed his reputation. After a while the constable came and he was sent up fer twenty years. We ain’t never seen him since, but I never went over that road afterwards that I didn’t think how almighty scart I was right thar.” Frances Wells, 1925 . PYGMIES ON THE ALPS. To attain the social, financial and economical supremacy of all nations is the aspiration of every country. This policy is both worthy and commendable, if any country in carrying it through does not attempt the subjugation of weaker countries or the obstruction of international peace. We have always held the Germans to be an ambitious and enterprising people. Prior to the World War their commerce was progressing by leaps and bounds. It was believed that Germany would soon become the greatest com¬ mercial and manufacturing center in the world. The realization of their progress soon brought Germany to attempt gr eater things and thus arose the desire for a World empire. This brought about the downfall of Germany. Thus we find that nations as well as mere men alone when put in a com¬ manding position attempt to overrule the rest of the world, little realizing that their sudden elevation does not make them any stronger in comparison to the rest of the world, which is steadily strengthening itself. I believe that the Japanese feel they are strong enough to dictate to the United States. The United States is now the richest, and strongest nation in the World and so the Japanese government is hitting on a plan as far fetched as the “German World Empire.” The Jap is both enterprising and clever. At present Japan is congested to such an extent that it is necessary for thousands of her citizens to migrate. This forces a very serious problem for the rest of the World, because the Japs are unwelcome citizens everywhere and intend to force themselves upon everyone, especially the Americans. Will Japan be successful, is the question now confronting men in all diplo¬ matic circles. Is Japan the great power she would lead us to believe she is, or is she mistaken in her judgment of her power? The answer is this: Japan has built herself a powerful navy, equipped with all modern implements of warfare. Around this fleet Japan has built her dreams. Upon it her success or failure depends. Since she has no natural re¬ sources that would amount to much in war, her economical situation would be¬ come greatly strained. So it can readily be seen that Japan is as strong as its navy. Since Japan has chosen America as the place to send her people to in the greatest numbers, it is natural to expect trouble between these countries first. The present immigration laws which call for the total exclusion of Japs enraged that country almost to a point of war. America with its great natural resources is three times as great as Japan, economically. Thus should Japan declare war on the United States, in my 52 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. opinion it would take us only about two years to annihilate the Japanese army and navy. Although they have appropriated enormous sums of money and tried to make themselves powerful and invincible, the Japanese are comparatively weak and may be compared to pygmies who hope to make themselves taller by stand¬ ing in such an elevated position as the Alps. A country is as strong as its economical resources and when these are small when compared with those of other countries, regardless of its expenditures in armaments, it as a nation is also weak. William Marcus, 1925 . FLORICULTURE. Some years ago the florist of the smaller towns was far from being a pros¬ perous individual. The average florist and gardener were on a level with the coachman. Even the retailer in the larger cities had troubles when rent day approached. Times have changed. The business of raising and selling flowers is to-day a thriving trade. In the large cities such as New York, Chicago, or San Fran¬ cisco, on the streets where rents are highest the flower shops are to be found. In the small towns similar results have taken place. The florist is one of the leading business men of the town ; he has a comfortable home; he takes an in¬ terest in politics and the affairs of the community; he supports the good road movement, and anything else that stands for improvement. If he happens to be just starting business, no matter on how large a scale, it will not be long be¬ fore he becomes prominent, for he cannot very well read trade papers, join a florists’ club and mingle with progressive men without becoming one of them himself. In days past a man would grow everything he retailed. He would depend on what he grew and his customers had to make the best of it. To-day in many of the profitable and most successful retail establishments what is grown at home is only a small part of what is sold. The owner realizes he cannot compete with the rose or carnation specialist; he knows, too, that he cannot grow as good flowers as they grow in Philadelphia or elsewhere. He does as much business around Christmas as he did all through the year a few years ago. Yet he figures it more essential to have on the benches paying crops that are easily grown. Bench space is worth more now than it ever was, and there is no room for or¬ namental plants, or plants that are rare and out of place. He no longer confines his work within the greenhouses, but goes outdoors and finds a fertile field and produces as a result a hardy stock. He has no more dull seasons, for there is trade every day. As a result he produces a higher standard of living for him¬ self and those who work for him, as he keeps on looking for more each day, and pays living wages. He doesn’t wait for business to find him, but he advertises and goes after it. He is one of life’s “live wires.” The florist did not begin to prosper until the country at large began to prosper. You cannot sell flowers where there is not food to feed the purchaser first. The United States leads the world in prosperity, and it will continue to do so. It has the people and resources to do it with. There are cases of ex- THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 53 travagance, but then extravagance is something that exists all over the world. It has always existed and always will. The future of floriculture rests entirely in our own hands and there is no better place in the world to develop it than in America. Clintox York, 1925 . A PROBLEM OF THE FUTURE. Scientists have recently prophesied, and probably truthfully, that electricity will bring about a four-hour working day. Many, on first thought, would wel¬ come the change, but in the end it would not be beneficial to the nation. The question arises as to what a man is going to do with twelve hours spare time. Certainly he cannot play that long. The poor man cannot travel and therefore must turn to other forms of amusement. In a certain class this idleness would foster vice and licentiousness. A certain amount of work is necessary to keep a person in the best of con¬ dition, both physically and mentally. There is no better example of the evil effect of idleness than the active man who retires at, let us say, fifty. He soon begins to take on weight and the subsequent ailments with the result that he dies before his time. Most men are also glad to get back to work after several weeks’ vacation and idleness. In the words of Ibsen, “Idleness is the devil’s pillow.” Our forefathers worked hard with none of the comforts and labor-saving devices we enjoy and while I would not advocate a return to their me thods, the fact remains that their average life was much longer than the present genera¬ tion. In view of this, what will become of succeeding generations? At the pres¬ ent rate the average life would then be between thirty and forty years. Al¬ though idleness is not the only cause of this degeneracy, it is one of the main ones. Electricity is one of man’s best friends, but if it continues to do more of his work, it will indirectly become his enemy. While there is no immediate danger of the four-hour day, it will surely come in the future. There will also arise a domestic problem, for what would a twelve-hour-a- day housewife do with a four-hour-a-day husband around the house? Elmer Griswold, 1925 . THE SLOW DEATH. Lycurgus Cameron was a white man in complexion but black in soul. He had sacrificed his native tongue, his religion, and even civilization itself to live with a lower tribe of Southern Africa known as the Susslehoques. He had been adopted into the tribe by the prudence of his own treachery in betraying a party of whites returning from a gold hunt laden with the precious metal. Since then he had had the liberty of the camp. He enjoyed himself immensely in this new 54 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. found life and he was in the favor of the high priest Padqua, who used him as a white demon over his subjects. It was night. The jungle became a swarming mess of insects and animals. An odorous mist rose from the lower swamps and settled over the crude village. Lycurgus Cameron sat in his mud hut with his feet upon the table, while a small lamp cast gruesome shadows about the little circle of light. He was smoking dried tiger grass in a battered pipe, as he sat brooding over his future with a feeling of ecstacy. He pictured himself as leader of the tribe with heaps of gold and jewels at his feet. Later he saw himself leave the tribe with the jewels and go back to civilization to live like a lord among white men. Suddenly a disturbing thought struck him: he saw the high priest Padqua in the way of his plans. A flame of hatred. It surged through him; Padqua must be removed. He would remove him, but it must be done quietly so as not to arouse the suspicions of the natives. He heard a footstep outside the hut and presently the high priest Padqua entered bearing a huge basket with a cover fastened on by means of thongs from jungle grass. The priest had a powerful body for one that indulged on as little activity as he. Jewels hung from rings in his ears and around his neck was woven a most wonderful string of jewels, at which Cameron gazed cov¬ etously. He laid the basket down from which could be heard hisses and thumping against its sides. “What have you there?” questioned the white man. “It is a monstrous snake from the jungle which the tribes shall worship at the next moon,” answered the priest. He unfastened the thongs and raised the lid a little. The cruel flat head of an enormous snake put forth its head, but quickly withdrew as the lid closed down. “Why come you here at this hour of the night?” asked Lycurgus. “O, most powerful white brother,” began the priest taking a bottle from beneath his cloak, “In this bottle there lurks magic power enough to lure the snakes of the jungle for miles. I must go to the neighboring tribe of the Tijan- quians this night with this basket. The journey is rough and perils lurk every¬ where. Therefore, white brother, let me leave this bottle lest I fall and break it. If this liquid should spill on my body, it would be a horrible slow death from the snakes.” The priest left the bottle, picked up his basket and departed into the outer gloom. For some time Lycurgus sat staring at the bottle before him. Then an idea occurred to him. He saw a way to dispose of the high priest. He would over¬ take him and throw the liquid on him. No one would ever suspect. He hastily’drew on his hat and coat, picked up the bottle and placed it in an inner pocket of his coat. He extinguished the light and he also departed into the outer gloom of the living jungle. There was only one path which led to the neighboring tribe, so Lycurgus would have no trouble in overtaking the high priest. He went at a quick pace over the rough boulders, fallen trees, sometimes stooping beneath clinging vines. It was so dark and gloomy that often he had to grope his way in the inky black¬ ness. Despite his rapid progress he had not yet overtaken the priest. He began to run where the going was a little more open and obstacles less in number. Suddenly he pitched headlong upon his face over a twisted mass of vines which lay on the path. He rose to his feet shakily but a terrible pain from his THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 55 ankle forced him to sit down. Then something made his blood run cold and caused him to quiver from head to foot. The bottle had broken in his fall and a cold liquid was already soaking through his clothes. He rose to his feet in a panic but the pain was unbearable. He was forced to crawl along. He called wildly in the hope that the priest might be near and hear him, but no answering call came to him. Then a great swishing noise came to his ears. He recognized that noise at once as that of a monstrous snake. Nearer and nearer it came. He tried to stumble on, but he sank exhausted. He became frantic tearing and clutching at his clothes, cursing and shriek¬ ing. Then suddenly his shriekings ceased. A great body had descended upon him—he writhed to one side and saw a flat head and two cold eyes rising out of the grass. He turned his head and saw on the other side of the path a second pair of eyes. He tried to call again, but his voice died in his throat. A mordent later a brown form stepped from behind a tree. “White brother cannot fool the high priest,” said a voice and the form proceeded on its way. Nothing was heard but the sighing of the wind in the trees. Albin Saestrom, 1925 . 56 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THE SPICE OP LIFE Mrs. Smith: “How old is that teacher?” Mrs. Jones: “She must be quite old; I hear that she taught Caesar.” The Shortest Poem in the world: MICROBES Adam Had’em.—Ex. Wouldn’t it be funny IF:— Miss Feeley didn’t smile? Vesperi forgot to contradict anyone? Miss Ryan didn’t give penalties to Miss Fletcher and Miss Bellofatto? Miss Balconi forgot how to draw? All the seniors got on the Honor Roll ? Griswold became a ladies’ man? Copeland didn’t chew gum? Tyndall ever yelled? Miss Bourcier wasn’t smiling? Miss Feeley wasn’t popular? Miss Egan forgot how to tickle the keys? Frascotti didn’t argue? Shaw got really angry? Eastman didn’t go over to Hopedale? Miss Ianzito didn’t know her Shorthand? Wouldn’t the shock be fatal IF:— Miss Fleming forgot to giggle? Adams forgot his ah’s when reciting? THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 57 Miss Ryan substituted another sentence for Rule X? Ambler failed in English A? Miss Fletcher didn’t know an answer to a question in History A? You could leave some article in your desk without a padlock? J. Rosenfeld didn’t try to sing after the first bell? Larkin forgot his excuses? Gilmore flunked History A? Samuelson became a woman-hater? Miss Siipola failed to smile? Davoren forgot his toothpick in History A? What would happen IF:— O’Connell said “Unprepared” in Expression? Shaw didn’t make Miss Ryan laugh during 2nd period? The Seniors didn’t massacre the Sophs at recess? Colantonio didn’t “ejaculate” in giving a speech at class meeting? Miss O’Connell lost her temper? Sol Rosenthal got excited? “I see,” remarked Farmer Jessup to his neighbor, “that they’ve jest passed a law agin Canady thistles.” “Wal, now, ain’t that lucky?” said the latter. “I was wonderin’ yesterday how I was goin’ to get rid of that patch of mine.”—Ex. The poor foreigner learning American can’t tell whether “dirt” refers to soil, politics or literature.—Ex. Teacher to class in third grade: “Why did Rip Van Winkle let his beard grow so long?” Bright Boy: “Because he wanted to make himself a hair mattress.”—Ex. “Talk about a slow town. This certainly is a slow place.” “Slow? It’s so slow they arrested a mail man thinking he was a Confeder¬ ate soldier.”—Ex. FLATTERING. “Say, ma, that new lady in the house next door gave me a piece of pie.” “I hope you thanked her very politely for it.” “Yes’m.” “What did you say to her?” “I said I wished pop had met her before he got ’quainted with you.”—Ex. 58 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. “I can’t stay home. Teacher will put me in the furnace,” wailed little Janet Ruth the morning after a night of croup. “Put you in the furnace?” repeated her mother blankly. “That’s what she said,” wailed Janet Ruth huskily. “When I stayed out last week, she said if I was out again she’d drop me from the register.”—Ex. PLEASE NOTICE. “I say, Jack, what are those waterproof gloves for?” “Why, so that you can wash your hands without getting them wet.”—Ex. Will the world come to an end WHEN :— Daveron isn’t hungry? Miss McGurn forgets to prepare oral composition? Collantonio writes legibly? Miss Ford knows her History? Miss Moran whispers? Miss Marion King shouts? Miss Ford forgets to remind us that the five minute bell had run? O’Neil and Burns stop talking for one minute during music period? Gilmore ever loses his temper when there are girls in the vicinity? Small Boy to His Father: “Papa, why is it that you have no hair on your head?” Father: “Because I do an awful lot of thinking.” Small Boy: “Then, Ma, why is it that you have so much?”—Ex. AN AMERICAN IN SCOTLAND. An American traveling in Scotland was in one of the prominent cities and had lost his way. He saw a Scotchman standing by and stepped up to him and asked, “Say, Jack, could you tell me the way to the railroad station?” The Scotchman looked at him and said, “Say, how did you know my name was Jack?” “Oh, I just guessed it,” said the American. “Well,” answered the Scotchman, “Guess your way to the railroad station.” —Ex. A Senior stood on a railroad track, The train was coming fast; The train got off the railroad track, And let the Senior pass. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 59 Messrs. Doolan and Daley were examining the new public library building in Philadelphia. “Doolan,” said Daley, pointing to an inscription cut in a huge stone, “phwat does thim letters MDCCCCXXIV mane?” “That,” replied Mr. Doolan “manes nointeen hundred an’ twinty-four.” “Doolan,” said Mr. Daley after a thoughtful pause, “don’t yez t’ink they’re overdoin’ this spellin’ reform a bit?” “You are a peach.” “I ought to be ; my mother and father were a pear.”—Ex. Wouldn’t it be funny IF:— Miss Rice stopped talking for one minute? Miss Balconi wasn’t frank? Samuelson lost his smile? Steeves was in R. 1 at eight o’clock? Miss Siipola didn’t have a desk support in oral composition? Colantonio didn’t talk so fast? York became excited ? Misses Bellofatto and Fletcher stopped chattering for one whole minute in Room 8? Gagliardi forgot to use Slikum? Miss Peterson actually lost her smile? Miss DeSantis wore her hair straight? Miss Peterson and Miss Apicella quarreled? CONDITIONS PERFECT. Tramp: “Pardon me, sir, but have you seen a policeman around here?” Polite pedestrian: “No, I am sorry.” Tramp: “Thank you. Now, will you kindly hand over your watch and purse?”—Ex. THAT BOARDING HOUSE REACH. Irate Mother (at dinner) : “Johnny, I wish you would stop reaching for things. Haven’t you a tongue?” Johnny: “Yes, mother, but my arm’s longer.”—Ex. ONE ON THE SERGEANT. A drill sergeant was drilling a company of recruits and at lineup he gave order to put left foot forward and then hold it up. And one soldier by mistake put up his right foot, thus coming up together with the left one next to him. The sergeant looking them over noted it and yelled: “Who is that blooming idiot over there holding up both of his legs?”—Ex. 60 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. GETTING EVEN. In Tiffin, O., there is a tailor who had had a few garage repair bills. The other day the garage man had the tailor sew a button on. Next day he got this bill: To sewing on button .15 Thread .03 Button .06 Labor, V hour .30 Removing old thread .07 Labor, % hour .15 Needle .02 Beeswax .01 Knotting thread .02 Labor, 1-6 hour .20 Total .$1.01 —Ex. “Hey you!” thundered the young feller from Dana, when they brought in his napkin at dinner. “Take this thing away. I guess I know when to use a handkerchief without having no blamed hints thrown at me.”—Ex. MEMORY AND HEARING CLASH. The President was receiving at the White House one evening, assisted by his usual staff of officers and ladies. Among the guests was a tailor who gloried in the patronage of the chief executive. When introduced, however, the President could not catch his name, and remarked: “Your face is familiar, but I can’t just recall your name.” To assist his memory the tailor whispered in his ear: “I made your pants.” “Ah! Why, yes! Major Pants! Gentlemen, my friend, Major Pants!” Where they should GO :— Egotists should go to Me. Readers should go to Conn. Suitors should go to Pa. Debtors should go to O. Physicians should go to Ill. Arithmeticians should go to Tenn. Young men should go to Miss. Miners should go to Ore. Farmers should go to Mo. Laundresses should go to Wash. THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 61 “What do you mean by implying that I have dishonestly covered myself with the people’s money?” demanded the city treasurer, as he rushed into the office of the local paper. “What’s the trouble?” queried the city editor. “Here it is,” indignantly continued the public official, pointing to a news item. The item began: “William Binns, who is encrusted with the public funds-”—Ex. GOOD REASON. Mother: “Why did you give Thomas Smith your new ball, Baby?” Baby: “He promised to let me be Secretary of the Navy when he becomes President of the United States, that’s why.”—Ex. CLASS EVENTS. Fitzgerald in English A on oral composition day: “My topic for to-day will be a steeple jack who has worked on some of the most important subways of the times.” SAFETY LAST. What happened to Spiffkins couldn’t be Avorse— Instead of first, he used reverse! Ike did the steering, his wife the bossing— ' Their car met a train at a railroad crossing! The cop said “Stop!” to Wilber Cass— He missed the brake and hit the gas! Her friends all mourn for Mary White— She pointed left, but turned to the right! At 5 0 miles met Jake and Pete— Head-on in a narrow one-way street! Life is lonely for Elmer Greer— His wife cranked the car while still in gear! Not so good was ' Tom Brown’s luck— He tried to ditch a 10-ton truck! We mourn the loss of Egbert Drake— He had no horn, no light, no brake! —Ex. 62 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. THE STORM. A Ballad. The dark clouds hanging in the sky Pour forth a look of gloom; The ship is tossing heavily Upon a sea of doom. The waves leap high above the ship, The air is very calm; But somewhere through the night is heard A shrill cry of alarm. The lightning rends the sky apart, There is a roll of thunder. The waves again dash o’er the ship, And it is rent asunder. •j As quickly as the storm came up, It soon is calm once more; But a hundred lifeless forms are seen Floating toward the shore. Laura Wheeler, 1925. WAR DAYS. When the war broke out in August, 1914, I was living in the Russian town of Kolk, now belonging to Ukrainia, with my mother, sister, and brother, my father being in America. Because of the situation of the town, no one ever believed that the horrors of war or the war itself would ever reach it. Kolk was a town surrounded by swamps where many people were -drowned in an attempt to cross and by woods so thick that one person could scarcely see another four or five feet away. Nearby flowed the large River Stair. No one ever dreamed that this town with its dangerous surroundings would be a hindrance to the progress of the German and Austrian army. It was there that the Germans and Austrians were fighting for two years in succession with no appreciable advance. During the summer of 1915 it was pitiful to see the people of Galicia wandering from town to town. Hundreds of caravans with as much property as the wagons could hold, followed by cattle, men, women, and children, passed daily. Thousands of these unfortunate people died from fatigue. It was pain¬ ful to see little children of about seven or eight, dressed in linen shirts, bare¬ footed, walking behind the wagons on the rough, dusty roads. Some fainted, the feet of some were bleeding, and some never recovered as the result of their suf¬ ferings. It was then that the people of our town began to realize the impossible. In the autumn of 1915 I went to visit my grandmother at Koshofka, a little town about twenty miles from Kolk. This town was about one-tenth the size THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 63 of Kolk; nevertheless it soon became one of the many scenes of war. After spending three weeks there in peace (the soldiers had not yet arrived), I wanted to return home, but unexpectedly found my way blocked. For five days and nights we could hear the horrible sound of the guns and the shells and see the flames from the surrounding villages and towns. Koshofka seemed always to be surrounded by fire. On the sixth day the ever-retreating Russian army entered the little town. They did harm neither to the people nor the town, for they had no time. They were running as fast as they could. Besides, they had no one to harm for all the people were hidden, especially the young girls and children. It seemed that even the most dangerous soldiers of the Russian army were too busy to think of destruction. I am referring to the Cossacks, who were dressed in black trousers with large red stripes on the outsides of the legs, tan or green coats, a long sword, and a cap, which they wore slanted to one side, allowing a big lock of hair to be shown near the left temple. They usually rode on horseback and carried poignards. They were dangerous looking men, their faces were flushed, and their expression was very forbidding. The Cossacks were usually sent to be first in battle. After a brief fight, for the hasty flight of the Russians permitted no lengthy battle, the Austrians entered the town. With their entrance the sun seemed to shine again, for the people began to come out of their hiding places and feel free once aagin. Although we saw the Austrians for the first time, they made a wonderful impression on us all. They were dressed in green uniforms, with guns and revolvers at their side. Some were foot-soldiers, others cavalry. Their friendly smiles comforted us and dismissed our fears, and after they had spent a week in this town, it seemed to us that we had always been under their care. However, our comfort and happiness did not last very long, for they informed us within a week of their entrance that they had to retreat and to retreat quickly before the advancing Russians. We were greatly terrified over this cloud of discomfort that spread itself above us, and most of us decided to retreat with the Austrians. This had to be done quickly and quietly. We secured a team and four families placed on it a few of their most important necessities, leaving everything else behind for de¬ struction, and quietly left the town. For one whole night we walked behind the team with our heads bent down toward the ground for fear that a bullet might strike us, until we reached a town fifteen miles away. There we rested and re¬ mained for some time. In the meantime those people who remained in Kashofka suffered greatly. When the Russians recaptured the town after we left, they went into one house where several men were hiding, took five of the men, led them out into the woods and shot them for no reason at all. Among these men were a father and son. The father, not wishing to see his son die, offered to give them his whole fortune, if they would only kill him before the son. The agreement was made and then the soldiers cut off the head of the son in the presence of the father, who was still alive. Thus five more wives and a number of children were left to suffer with no one to protect or help them. For two weeks those beasts plundered the poor little town with no fear of God in their hearts, until they were driven out by the returning Austrians. Another incident I might relate here is the following: While the Russians were in Koshofka, a neighboring Jew came to the town. Regarding him as an Austrian spy, for they claimed that all the Jews were against Russia and for Germany and Austria, they undressed him, tied his feet to the tail of a horse and dragged him for a distance of about five miles. In spite of the torture they found that the man still breathed. Then, surrounded by a number of smiling 64 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. and joking Russian peasants, they whipped him until the blood came forth and the poor victim fell to the ground. Then they buried him outside the cemetery, standing on his head. When the Austrians were again in possession of the town, we returned to an empty and pillaged house, and there under the sympathetic rule of the sol¬ diers again found peace for a while. During all that time I heard no news of my mother, nor could she learn anything about my whereabouts. When the Cossacks, whom I have already described, entered Kolk, the town where my mother still was, they robbed almost all the stores and houses. The robberies occurred in this way. The peasants, who were the friends of the Russian armies, were allowed to come with their wagons and load them with goods stolen from different stores. They were also allowed to take anything they desired from private homes, while the owners were forced to witness the destruction of their fortunes and property and not utter a word. If they had made any complaint, they would have paid with their lives. After a short stay the Russian armies were suddenly ordered to retreat and the Germans seized the city. At the end of a day’s fighting on the river, the bridges were seen to be burned and as a result the first signs of German thoroughness were shown in their quick rebuilding of three bridges which had taken contractors more than two years to build. When they entered the city, here, too, they treated the people kindly and immediately formed a friendship with the suffering Jew. The Germans were very fond of children and music and were always gay and singing. They learned of the scarcity of sugar and salt and in order to help the people, they gave the children salt and sugar as little gifts. Thus they remained in town for two weeks and were then obliged to abandon the town. With the return of the Russians, great trouble and hardships began once again. For three days people were concealed in cellars and gardens. Those in the cellars ate whatever vegetables they could find. During that time my brother became paralyzed from cold, hunger, and fear, and because of the lack of medical treatment died shortly afterwards. He was only one of many who perished from similar causes. In many instances where the people did not have time to seek places of refuge and remained at home, their houses were struck by cannon, and some or all the inmates killed. The bullets in the city were just like a heavy rain, and the poor people ran along the streets with thefir heads bent toward the ground. Wherever they turned, they were always in danger of ill treatment at the hands of the cruel enemy. After many days of fighting the Russians finally settled down and thing s ran more smoothly. The people returned to their homes and in the midst of ap¬ parent security awaited death at every knock at the door. Some of the incidents which occurred during their stay are horrible to re¬ late. For example, they arrested a man and when the people begged that he be released, the commandant demanded that either eighty young girls be brought to him, or he would kill the man. However, the poor old man must have been under special protection of God, for they retreated so suddenly and quickly that they had no time to think of his execution. One dreadful deed committed before my eyes was the following incident: One of the Russian soldiers was riding by a house before which sat an old gray haired woman, neatly dressed in a white blouse, a large gathered skirt, with a white apron. This pleasant faced old woman was knitting, as she rested on the stairs. The soldier, whose wicked soul could not bear to leave undisturbed this dear old lady, cut off with his poignard one of her shoulders, thus causing her death. FOOTBALL TEAM, 1924. CAST OF “JON.” CAST OF ‘ S U P P R KS S E D DESIRES.’ THE SENIOR QUARTET THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 65 Once a group of Russians came in a house and found a mother feeding her two-months-old baby. They could not bear the sight of the little innocent being, clinging to the warm breast of its mother, and jokingly, as if merely a toy, they took it out of the mother’s embrace and killed it. These are only a few of the many hideous crimes perpetrated by the Rus¬ sians. Their plundering and killing are undescribable. At last one day they began to run about the town like madmen, murdering and destroying everything they could find and finally, as they saw that they had nothing to lose, spilled kerosene on every house and set fire to the town from its four corners, leaving only one road to safety. Along this road were escaping both the soldiers and the civil population, and the soldiers would revenge them¬ selves upon the ill treated Jews. It was a most horrible and indescribable sight. Mothers lost their children, children their mothers, and husbands and wives each other. They ran just as animals run when they are being pursued by hunters. Many people, in an attempt to secure some extra clothing, or to save some of their property, perished in the flames. Many of those people died in the woods from cold, hunger, and fear, and were not found until two weeks afterwards. My mother, one among the unfortunates, took my two-year old sister in her arms and walked with many others eighteen miles till they came to a river. There they had to cross the stream and escape from the Russian to the Austrian line. This had to be done secretly and quickly, so fearing that the little babies would make a noise and betray them, they stuffed their mouths with handkerchiefs till they crossed the river. After great suffering my mother finally found me and we were again together. We settled down and lived comfortably for a few weeks under the protection of the Austrians. At that time the battle was going on about four miles from the town in the thickness of the green woods. The town was full of both well and wounded soldiers. Some of the latter were only slightly affected, others very seriously wounded. For example, some had lost their noses, some a foot, and others a hand. One soldier had lost both his eyes and it was a terrible sight to watch the poor man suffer till he finally died. When we could forget the suffering of the wounded the soldiers’ company was very pleasant. They, like the Germans, were a gay people and great lovers of music. No matter how gloomy they felt, they always concealed it by sing¬ ing and dancing. After spending three weeks under these circumstances to which we were al¬ ready accustomed, we were obliged to remove ourselves to a neighboring village because the battle was to be fought in the town, also because the homes were to be used for the accommodation of soldiers. Among the many experiences during that period, I shall never forget the following: A complaint was made concerning five peasants, inhabitants of the town, who were accused of being spies. Among those peasants was a father of eight little children. They were tried and convicted to be hanged in their own town. Shortly afterwards they were hanged in the center of the town. Each one had a large white paper written in German and Russian on his chest, which told the reason for his fate; and they were also blindfolded and were then al¬ lowed to talk for thirty minutes before the punishment was performed. Soldiers guarded them for twenty-four hours, and at the end of that time, they made the fathers and wives of the dead prisoners bury them the way they were. Suddenly, without any notice, the Austrians commanded us to gather in the center of the village. The people, unaware of the purpose, obeyed without tak- 66 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. ing anything in the line of supplies along with them. When the whole village was gathered, they brought teams and took us away with no explanation, driving us just like sheep. This took place on a Friday night. We were afterwards put in freight cars which had formerly been used for horses. Packed about forty or fifty people in each one plus a guard, we were kept just like prisoners. We were not even allowed to leave the place for a second. Food was out of the question, nor did the people desire any, because they were too distracted. Thus we were brought to the city of Chelm in Poland, where we were all divided in groups and assigned to different settl ements. Some of us traveled in wagons, others had to walk about thirty miles, always under a guard as if we had committed some great crime. In that manner we reached the desolated vil¬ lage of Plivnick at seven o’clock at night. To add to the sufferings of the poor people, the day was a stormy one, cold, dreary and rainy. We were left in the center of the dark, abandoned village with no one to help us even find a shelter. The command was: “There is the place asigned you. Do with it whatever you wish.” After many painful attempts to find a house, we finally found one with no doors or windows. The whole house consisted of an entrance and one large, empty room with a large oven. The roof was made of straw. There was no furniture except a table, two broken chairs and a long wide bench covered with straw, which served as a bed for everybody. Some of the houses had been used as shelters for horses, and those, too, had to be occupied by the poor wanderers. Thus eight of us settled down in this little room for a whole winter. There was no food, of course, and so we were obliged to search the abandoned fields, dig the frozen potatoes and use them as our nourishment. We saw nothing else for four months. Many people who were too weak to bear these horrible cir¬ cumstances died from want of better food. There we established ourselves and lived more comfortably, although con¬ ditions in general were very disagreeable. For example, the people could not get as much food as they wanted. Everything was arranged by cards. Each per¬ son received three-quarters of a pound of bread a day, and each family received a certain amount of sugar, salt and coal. If any one had more and the officers found it out, they confiscated it. To obtain this the people had to stand in line for hours. Clothing was scarce and dear, so the people had to purchase military clothing secretly, dye it, and make garments out of that. The only food the wanderers received was three-quarters of a pound of bread which was not even pure. In fact, it was half raw with the result that many people died from it. They also gave watery soup to those who cared to go after it every day and stand in line for hours. During our first stay in that city there was an epidemic of typhoid fever and hundreds of people died. Many of these were the poor wanderers, for they were too crowded and because of poor sanitary conditions they succumbed to the disease and many never recovered. When the authorities found out that a person was ill, they took him to the hospital, isolated the whole family for two weeks and disinfected the whole house. The dead were buried near the hospital, not in a particular cemetery, but in a plain field, Jews, Poles, and Russians all together, the bodies wrapped in sheets or quilts. The war sufferers who survived their horrible experiences were not left in peace, for they were not allowed to remain more than eight months in one place. So one day while I was all alone in our little store, which was a portion of the house, two gendarmes came and told me that we were to move to a neighbor¬ ing town called Riovic. In spite of my entreaties and tears, as I begged them to THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 67 wait until my mother came in order to pack everything, they took a bag and threw our goods into it, mixing salt with sugar and these with flour, candy, etc. Thus before my mother returned, everything was on a wagon and we were again penniless, for the goods from our store were of no use now. If anyone resisted and refused to go, the soldiers did not refrain from using the heavy side of the gun in striking him. Thus we were again driven through the woods and again we were thrown into a long, empty room, which could be used more as a corridor than a dwelling- house. The room was windowless and narrow and had a door on each side but no stove. It was there that we nearly starved for many days and nights, being kept alive by means of cold water. We would go to sleep on the floor in tears and wake up in the same way. This is the place whe ' re we children of eleven and twelve had to work in the woods carrying wood for the soldiers from which a sort of wood-coal was made. We had to arise at five in the morning, walk sixteen miles each day with a pound of bread and a bottle of water for nourish¬ ment. During the summer the children used to fight over a glass of water, for they did not get enough of it to drink. For their work they received two marks a day. Those who did not work in the wood smuggled either flour, bread or tobacco, which they carried concealed in their clothing through the darkness of the woods at night to the next town, for they were watched in the daytime. Then they sent us back to Russia, to a part which is now changed to Ukrainia. They treated us worse than cattle, just because we were unfortunate victims of the war, for when cattle are being shipped anywhere, usually just a certain num¬ ber is put in each wagon. On the other hand, however, they put an unlimited number of people in each conveyance. They did not care whether we died from lack of air, room, or from hunger. Finally, after many depressing things which are painful to relate, we arrived at Luck. Luck at that time was under the rule of the Ukrainians, the soldiers being a very low and brutal type of men. They were called Peclurtcies. Their heads were completely shaved. They wore long tan coats decorated with red with swords at their sides. After we had spent two years under the harsh rule of the “Peclurtcies,” and had endured many sufferings, which are painful and unpleasant to relate, the city was suddenly stormed by the Poles, At that time, I was on my way home and suddenly hearing the shooting took refuge in a house which was situated near a bridge. While the shooting was going on, we were lying on the ground and praying that the Lord might protect us from all harm. When the sky was clear again and the fiery rain ceased, we heard a knock at the door. With awe in our eyes and trembling hands we opened the door, when in came some Polish soldiers, no more than seventeen years of age. and their first remark was, “Ah, Jews!” One of them took out a knife and was approaching to kill the proprietor, who was saved by our terrified screams. They left us, happy with the triumph of having at last acquired the authority to do with us whatever they wished. A few hours later, in spite of the people’s attempts to prevent me from going home, I started out and upon reaching the main street, T found it filled with soldiers as thick as flies, so that it was impossible to find a free passage. Wherever I turned, I could see youths cutting off the beards of elderly men. Sometimes they cut even the flesh off, for they used knives instead of scissors. I immediately realized how brutal they were and was again prepared for all kinds of hardships. Although I had already lived among Polish people for four years, neverthe- 68 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. less, I had an entirely different opinion of them, and I did not think that they could become so uncivilized and beastly in time of war. Slowly and trembling I made my way through the crowds. The soldiers, thinking me Polish, let me pass untouched. When I arrived at home, I almost fainted at the door steps, for everything in the house was upside down, and when I entered the next room, I found all the people of three families lined up waiting to be shot. I ran out and quickly called two officers in, and the soldiers disappeared. Later I learned the reason for their outrageous attempt. They claimed that the people from our house had been shooting at them and therefore wanted to revenge themselves upon them. For two days they robbed the houses, taking whatever they wished, while we had to look on and wait. One day three soldiers went into a baker shop and asked for bread. The man gave them whatever he had without uttering a word.- Then they demanded black bread and when he said that he did not have any, they shot him five times and told his wife to laugh, otherwise they would shoot her, too. Again, the soldiers seized a sickly Rabbi, cut off his beard together with part of his chin, and threw him in a ditch and the poor man could not be found till the next morning. Of course, he was dead. The people could not go out after seven o’clock, for if they did, they were whipped almost to death. One day a man was standing near a telegraph post reading an announce¬ ment. The announcements were usually posted on telephone or telegraph posts. Two soldiers passed by and noticing the man, seized him. The innocent man, ignorant of the reason and purpose, submitted without hesitating. While they were on their way to the commandant, they happened to pass the man’s store. The son of the man, a boy of about fifteen, seeing his father in the hands of the two soldiers, ran out to inquire the reason and whither he was being led. Where¬ upon they asked the boy to come along, too. They brought the two innocent people to the commandant and told him that they had insulted them. The com¬ mandant without further inquiries, allowed them to treat the man and the son any way they desired. So they took the two guiltless people into a shed where horses were standing, commanded them to dig a hole without resting, and when they had finished, the commandant ordered them to jump into it and thus buried them alive. The city though large could do nothing to the soldiers. They also undressed those German soldiers who were unable to escape from the city and sent them home wearning only a shirt. If they did not like the way a man behaved or spoke, they gave him twenty-five lashes. After several months of hardship the Bolsheviks neared the city. However, we at that time had already received money from America, so we ran away just before they entered the city. If space permitted, there are many other interesting things I might recall, for example:—the seizure of the population for work, and their treatment in the districts conquered by the Germans; the marvelous trenches built by the Ger¬ mans with their large rooms furnished with tables and chairs, some decorated with flowers which made them look more like houses than trenches; the hundreds of graves we saw all along the way through Poland and Russia; the desolated areas of monuments of the dead even while the war was going on; the pretty gardens planted by the German soldiers in the occupied towns; the huge cannon of the Germans and Austrians; their way of marching and greeting; the air¬ planes fighting in the sky; my own narrow escape from death from a bomb thrown from an airplane in Ukrainia ; our escape to America and our many ex- THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 69 periences and sufferings; and finally my relief at landing at New York, although at that time I was unable to speak a word of English. I have endeavored to describe a few of my experiences in war time, but in truth the reality surpasses all efforts at description. Anna Neistein, 1925. ATHLETICS. When the school term opened in September, the possibility of producing a winning or even fair football team seemed remote because of two very impor¬ tant reasons—lack of a coach and the seeming absence of material with the ex¬ ception of a few letter men and three or four subs. Graduation in 1924 had claimed such stars as Torosian, Griffin, SafStrom, Morelli, Tuttle, Ferrari, Greenough, Broudy and Connors, the latter having transferred to Wentworth. This left the team in a bad way, but Mr. Quirk was able to procure the services of Mr. Albert “Hop” Riopel of Holy Cross College as Coach of the football squad. The first game on September twenty-ninth was played on Town Park with Northbridge as our opponents. The showing of the team was anything but im¬ pressive, but they managed to get a tie score, neither team being able to score. The team had only four days’ practice before the opening fray and therefore Coach Riopel had had little opportunity to judge of the abilities of the respec¬ tive candidates, being confronted with the task of building a team with only the veteran players, Captain D’Agostino, Alzerini, and Pyne, to serve as a nucleus. However, despite this handicap, a much improved team took the field the follow¬ ing Saturday and gained the long end of a 14-0 score over St. Mary’s of Waltham. With increasing power and team work, the result of hard practice sessions every afternoon, the team trounced Hudson in Milford, 14-0. The following Saturday they journeyed to Natick but returned home, beaten, 8-7, in a game resplendent with thrills. It was the honest belief of the players and coach as well as the supporters of the Milford team that a return game later in the sea¬ son when Milford was at the peak of her power and condition, would result in a victory for Riopel’s charges, but such a game proved to be impossible to obtain and victory must wait another year. The defeat at Natick did not dishearten the Milford boys, for without a day’s rest they easily defeated Marlboro the following Monday, Oct. 12, to the tune of 14-0. At Webster the next Saturday Milford piled up a 20-6 win. Maynard, our next opponent, put up a great battle, but went down to defeat, 14-13. Maynard, it may be added, was the only team on the schedule that stop¬ ped our passing attack, but fine ball carrying by D’Agostino and Turner in the last half of the game turned seeming defeat into victory. Gardner was the next team to fall before the Milford attack, the final score being 19-6. On the following Saturday Attleboro was defeated 20-6. The next game, played with Worcester Trade School, turned out to be a Milford victory, 7-0, after a hard-fought game, it being the first time in ten years that a Milford team turned them back. North Attleboro was the next invader met and it was turned back by a 19-0 score. The final game of the season was won from Clinton by a field goal from the toe of the reliable D’Agostino. The final game was hard fought and proved 70 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. to be a sweet victory, as Clinton greatly desired a win and had scouted Milford for four or five games. Milford also played under a handicap, three players being disabled or sick. The season over, a fine banquet was tendered the team and coach at the Elks home through the efforts of the Chamber of Commerce and the football fans of Milford. A trip to the Boston Arena through the kindness of the man¬ ager Mr. Brown was greatly enjoyed, two fast amateur hockey teams being seen in action. The members of the team that made this fine record, due in great measure to the highly efficient coaching of Mr. Riopel are: Captain Julie D’Agostino, Alzerini, Shaw, Clough, O’Neil, Consoletti, Gilmore, Broderick, Pyne, Davoren, Turner, Bowen, Mitchell, York, Frascotti, Adams as letter men and Gagliardi, Broudy, Ferrucci, Cahill, Lombardi, Collins, Snow, Colantonio, Gardetto, Carchio as subs. In the winter interest was aroused in a hockey team and with a team com¬ posed of Catto, Pyne, Cahill, Alzerini, Davoren, D’Agostino, Frascotti, Gag¬ liardi, two victories were won,—Hopkinton by a 1-0 score and Bellingham 2-0. Bad weather and the coming of Spring ended hockey, but it is a great sport, and a good team could be brought together as nearly all the boys love to skate and are quite proficient with the stick. Other teams, such as Natick, Needham, Framingham, Newton and Stoneham, are willing to play Milford and it is hoped that in future years a team will represent the school. Due to the lack of a basket ball court, Milford High was not represented by a basket ball team this fall, except in one instance when a team composed of Cahill, Clough, D’Agostino, Higgiston, Webb, Davoren, Gilmore, MacLaughlin and Shaw defeated St. Mary’s Academy 47-13. This game was played to aid a Legion benefit at the State Armory. If a court could be acquired, a strong team doubtlessly could be put out, as Mr. Riopel has had considerable playing experience and his coaching ability is unquestioned. Winter over, Spring arrived and the call for baseball candidates was issued, resulting in about thirty-five ball tossers responding. Practice soon was well under way, and the boys worked hard to fill the vacancies. At second base the box and catching department, Jack O’Neil, Turner and Bowen were the most prom¬ ising pitchers on board, while Ted Catto held down his old position at the hot corner, while Davoren endeavored to fill Griffin’s shoes behind the bat. Julie D’Agostino again earned the right to call left field his own, while George Gag¬ liardi filled up the gap in outer field nicely, and Lombardi in right completed Riopel’s selection for the opening game. The team has played good ball despite the loss of two fine pitchers from last year’s men. O’Neil, the mainstay in the box, has performed his duties ad¬ mirably. His recent accomplishment of holding Lawrence, the title aspirants of the state, hitless for eight innings and only four base hits the remainder of the game speaks volumes for his ability. The team has gone through the season with nine victories and five defeats with three games still to be played. Leominster received a 21-4 lacing, thus evening the series. Gardner, a very strong aggregation, was beaten 8-7, while the other games were as follows:— Attleboro 2 . Milford 2 St. Mary’s (Waltham) 1 . Milford 2 Natick 4 . Milford 3 Framingham 5 . Milford 8 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. 71 Brighton 4 . Milford 5 St. Mary’s (Milford) 7 . Milford 4 Attleboro 4 . Milford 6 Lawrence 8 . .. .. Milford 7 Marlboro 0 . Milford 15 St. Mary’s (Waltham) 3 . Milford 7 There are three remaining games to be played and the boys will strive to win all three, avenging the defeat previously handed us by St. Mary’s. In the fall Mr. Riopel will again have a difficult task in selecting next year’s team as he will lose several members of all groups. Yet it is hoped that once again he will discover promising material. In this hope he is backed by the con¬ fidence of Milford fans, and the departing players of the class of 1925 wish him the best of success. Thomas Davoren, 1925. OUR BASEBALL NINE. A Ballad. Hats ' off to those who made the team Of good old Milford High; For “heads-up” baseball was their creed— Their fame will never die! As coach we had “Hop” Riopel, A master of baseball: With steady hand and ready smile He moulded stars of all. Our captain, “Tommy” Davoren, Was sure a favorite; He showed his grit and leadership Behind the catcher’s mitt. Our pitching ace was “Jack” O’Neil, His twirling was first-rate; Elusive balls and puzzling curves Played havoc round home plate. On first, Catto, a worthy youth, Right there in every play, Used judgment and ability That saved us many a day. “Ken” Crandall shone at second base, And dealt a wicked swat; Though young he played with veteran skill And helped the team a lot. “Red” Alzerini was short-stop, He sure could stop a ball; lAgain at bat he showed his skill And saved us many a fall. 72 THE OAK, LILY AND IVY. “Fran” Cahill did his stuff on third And played a winning game; But it was as a runner that He rivalled Nurmi’s fame. D’Agostino played left field— A Hercules in frame; In all atheltic meets a star, He’s carved himself a name. Lombardi showed at center field A knowledge of baseball; In catching flies and making runs He won applause from all. At right we had a clever youth Gagliardi—yes t’was he ; The sagacious “Georgie” figured well In many a victory. We loudly praise our trusty subs— • Higgiston, Bowen and Pyne, Cunniff and Shaw and others, too, Whose playing was mighty fine. Now then, let’s give our boys a cheer For the sake of auld lang syne. May victory be theirs through life: Four cheers for our Baseball Nine! Agnes A. Siipola, 1925. Compliments of. LOUIS PRATT JERRY IANNITELLI Cleansing, Pressing, Repairing, Dyeing. Suits made to Order Work called for and delivered 98 MAIN ST. MILFORD Compliments of. DR. F. H. LALLY Motorcycles and Bicycles Wheel Goods, Accessories Sporting Goods A. FRANGESGONI INDIAN AGENT Main Street, Milford, Mass. Telephone 1034-M Telephone ADVERTISING SECTION. 73 When in (he Course of Human Events I T becomes necessary, or one is called upon, to dedicate a page to one’s outgoing friends, care must be used in order that you do not wish all outgoing classes the same distribution at the hand of Mother Fate— The Tear 1925 will neA er return for any of you. The hours you thought unpleasant vJi soon be hidden behind the veil of the past. One Never KnoWs what the future may hold in store for us but if the same fortitude and desire to play fair is made manifest in the future as we have seen it in the past we know The ’25 Class will perpetuate the memory) of M h q anjl X Xave succeeded May we at this time wish you all your share of the fruits of future’s garden, die— Milford Op era House Joins v?ith all of Milford in repeating the words of the immortal Rip Van Winkle (forgetting his desire to sleep) Here’s to your good health; Tour family’s good health May $ou all live long And prosper. ” Joe B. Hurl, Mgr. Milford Opera House 74 ADVERTISING SECTION. H. M. CURTISS COAL AND LUMBER CO. 83 a Shingles and Lumber of all kinds Flooring, Windows and Doors. a 48 Pond Street, Milford Compliments of. Waters Hynes Builders S3 Milford, - Mass. J. MASTRIANNI BROS. First Class Shoe Repairing by Machinery Also Shining Parlor 83 D2 East Main Street Milford, - Mass. ' • y 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, Auto Ambulance Service Milford, - Mass. Night calls, 3 Prentice Ave. Compliments of. A FRIEND JOSEPH MORCONE 23 Main Street Milford, Mass. Bonded Banker Steamship Agent Notary Public Justice of the Peace ADVERTISING SECTION. 75 AVERY WOODBURY COMPANY 212 to 214 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Interior Decorators, House Furnishers, Cut Glass SILVERWARE Berkeley Textile Company Compliments of. See us first MILFORD GAZETTE Include our store on your shopping tour Leading Textile Store in town Koatings, Dress Goods, Linings Compliments of. Silks, Woolens and Wash Goods. DILLON BROS. Milford’s Leading Textile Store 209 MAIN ST., Telephone 178-M Milford, - Mass. Tel. 544-M Office Hours 8-12—1-6 Dr. H. Ellsworth Morse Optical Specialist Suite 5, Thayer Building 219 Main Street, Milford, Mass. A. H. SWEET CO., Inc. Registered Pharmacists Compliments of. W. J. WALKER 1 64 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Baker Block - Milford Milford Savings Bank, 236 Main Street Milord, m«.� 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. CLINTON L. BARNARD Jeweler GENUINE HAND COLORED “®avtt Davison flMatinums” 148 MAIN STREET OPPOSITE THE OPERA HOUSE MILFORD, MASSACHUSETTS Compliments of. Compliments of.... A. ROSENFELD WENDELL WILLIAMS Milford, Mass. DR. HERBERT W. SHAW “NAN’S GIFT SHOP” Dentist Gifts for All Occasions Hemstitching, Covered Buttons, 8 Art Goods Milford, - Mass. Beacon Building Milford, Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 77 Compliments of. “Distinctive Women’s Apparel” s GORDON’S Fashion Shop CENEDELLA 1 62 Main Street Milford, Massachusetts COMPANY Compliments of. 8 WILLIAM A. MURRAY, Esq M. H. S., 1907 Milford, - Mass. Compliments of. Headquarters for Everything Musical and Electrical DR. R. E. ELLSWORTH Electrical Construction Dentist BEACON SUPPLY COMPANY 1 1 0 Main Street Milford, - Mass. Milford, - Mass. Compliments of.... MICHAEL CLEARY Best Horseshoeing done at reason- J. F. CATUSI, Esq. able prices 40 Central Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. JOHN BEGIAN Tel. 1111 E. H. NEISTEIN Junk Dealer 76 Depot Street, Milford, Masv Call 1 1-M Compliments of Beccias Spa, Milford CORNER NORTH BOW AND MAIN STREETS. 78 ADVERTISING SECTION. J. F. HICKEY B. VITALINI Insurance and Real Estate 224 Main Street Dependable Coal Service Milford, - Mass. WOONSOCKET MILLS REMNANT STORES Milford’s Largest Dry Goods Store —OUR MOTTO— A Volume of Sales at Small Profits A visit to our yard goods and ready-to-wear department is worth Tel. 593-R Milford, Mass. SEE THE CREAM RICE’S CLOTHING STORE Central Street, Milford J. A. TYLER Manufacturer of Shoe Racks Screens, Sawing and Planing while 91-95 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Also Stores in Uxbridge and Whitinsville Compliments of. W. P. JONES ELEC. CO. 213 Main Street, Milford, Mass. ESMOND SQUARE STORE Tobacco, Confectionery and Ice Cream Sunday and Daily Papers O. D. COSTELLO, Prop. Tel. 284-J. ADVERTISING SECTION. 79 Compliments of. Up-to-the minute Styles in Hosiery for the whole family are always found at MELVIN SAND CO. A. VOLK’S 1 06 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Tel. 61 9 808 Hardware, Plumbing, Heating, Farming Tools, Seeds, Fertilizers r Paints, Oils and Sporting Goods CLARK ELLIS SONS Cedar Street, Milford, Mass. Milford, - Mass Compliments of. DR. THOMAS J. NUGENT Dentist Wing-Fong 8 Milford, - Mass. CHARLES E. COONEY Compliments of. Dry Goods G. W. WOOD 8 222 Main Street, Milford 80 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of. The Home National Bank Capital, $130,000 Surplus and Profits $180,000 Commercial Accounts Savings Accounts MILFORD, MASS. JAMES LALLY HENRY VOLK Dealer in FLOUR Soloist and Instructor of GRAIN and the Violin HAY Tel. 5 7-M, Studio 35 Pleasant St. 9 Exchange St., Milford, Mass. Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Compliments of. BABY ROSE CIGAR CLIFFORD A. COOK Mfg. Compliments of. ELDREDGE SON Wall Paper T. F. FLANIGAN and DuPont Paints 42 Exchange Street - Milford ADVERTISING SECTION. 81 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 DeFILIPPIS, CUSTOM TAILOR OVER A. P. GROCERY STORE 118 MAIN STREET, MILFORD George H. Locke William P. Clarke as Lumber a Builders Finish Printer and Publisher Doors Windows General Commercial Printing Blinds Asphalt Shingles Wedding Invitations, etc. Beaver Board a a GEORGE H. LOCKE Removed to 11 Fayette St., Milford MILFORD Telephone Connection 82 ADVERTISING SECTION. tube Gbarlescraft flbress 43 Exchange Street Books, Pamphlets, Commercial Printing, Color and Half-tone Printing, Wedding Stationery, Finest Correspondence Papers, Embossed and Engraved Work. This Book was Printed by tlb C CbatlCSCtaft PtC06 Dainty Cool Frocks HENRY F. BULLARD for Hot Summer Days DRY GOODS and MILLINERY at VIRGINS • Style Without Extravagance 8 2 1 5 Main Street, Milford, Mass. 208-210 Main St., Milford, Mass. We Are Happiest Wm. S. Davis, Proprietor P. H. Burke, Manager Then Telephone, 8656-M JT is a pleasure for us to have you consult us about any one of your financial problems. Century Billiard And if we are able to ren¬ der you a service we are truly happy. Parlor 8 808 MILFORD NATIONAL BANK 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. 83 ESTABLISHED 1869 INCORPORATED 1919 Henry Patrick Company Fifty-six years ago we began business in Hopedale. All were then suffering from the effects of the Civil War, as we are now suffering from the effects of the World War. Prices were high then as they are now: sugar and flour costing about twice as much as to-day. Wages were low; capable men receiving from one dolllar and fifty cents to two dollars and fifty cents a day. Below is a copy of a month’s grocery bill for a family of sons, taken from our first ledger for the year 1869. five per- 2 quarts Kerosene $ .35 % pound Cream Tartar $ .30 2 pounds Cheese .40 2 quarts Naphtha .20 1 barrel Flour 18.50 1 pound B. Tea 1.40 2 pounds Butter .96 11 pounds Buckwheat 1.20 4 % pounds Salt Fish .38 % pound Peppermints .10 2 bars F. L. Soap .30 2 quarts Kerosene .35 1 gallon Molasses 1.10 y 2 dozen Eggs .25 2 quarts Vinegar .22 2 pounds Raisins .50 5 pounds Lard .90 1 pound Saleratus .15 14 pound Cassia .23 2 dozen Crackers .16 15% pounds G. Sugar 2.50 1 bunch Matches .02 1 bag Salt .34 $26.20 4 pounds Ex. C. Sugar .65 $31.48 Notice there are no package cereals; no bakers’ bread or pastry; no carton or canned goods; and no luxuries. This was economy such as it would be well for many of us to practicec to-day. The average cost of groceries is no higher now than it was fifty-six years ago. It is not the high cost of living, but the cost of high living that troubles us to-day. Compliments of A. B. MORSE Druggist Compliments of. PHIL CO. “Better Shoes for less money” Central Street, Milford Compliments of. MELINAS HARDWARE STORE Central Street, Milford Milford Grain Company Dealers in Hay, Grain, Straw, Mason’s Supplies Beach Street Phone Conn. 84 ADVERTISING SECTION. For Every Occasion Venetian Ice Cream “A Tait Bros.’ Product” Sold Everywhere Adler Collegian Clothes Graduation Specials Blue Serge Suits Silk Stripe Suits $37.50 Ed. Wilcox Men’s Shop They keep you looking your best Compliments of DR. B. F. HARTMAN Veterinarian Harris’ Flower Shop Potted Plants Cut Flowers Funeral Designs a Specialty Pine Street, Milford, Mass. Tel. House 307-M Store 1074-J Milford, Mass. ADVERTISING SECTION. 85 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. ORDER A CASE FROM YOUR GROCER MISCOE SPRING WATER COMPANY When you want a real drink, ask for Miscoe. MENDON, MASSACHUSETTS - Telephone 756-J MISSES MAY AND CATHARINE MACKEY Teachers 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. Compliments of %. Xucblnt Son 86 ADVERTISING SECTION. Compliments of ALEX DiGIANNANTONIO Milford, - Mass. 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 Real Estate Bought and Sold MILFORD FURNITURE CO. “We make a home Out of a house.” Milford, - Mass. AT GRADUATION TIME Your friends expect your photograph Special prices to graduates W. A. Flannery Photographer 224 Main Street, Milford, Mass. Compliments of. Dr. C. E. Whitney Milford, - Mass. JAMES B. EDWARDS Undertaker and Embalmer Tel. Office 225-W House 225-R FULLER WILSON BOSTON AND MILFORD WILLIAN SPECIALTY SHOPPE Everything for Milady KOSJ EXPRESS Marjorie M. Connors ORD (MASS.) DAILY NEw. 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I Everything For the House Milford’s Newest Furniture Store 24 HAYWARD ST. MILFORD Out of the high rent district Telephone 868-J SPECIAL PRICES EACH WEEK Compliments of.... GRAY COMPANY FIRST CLASS GROCERIES Premium Brand of Bread Flour, Fancy Pastry Flour, M. and J. Brand of Coffee, Gray’s Extra Brand of Coffee QUALITY FIRST - ECONOMY NEXT EDWARD R. O’CONNOR. Richard Healy Company 512 MAIN STREET, WORCESTER GRADUATION DRESSES SCHOOL CLOTHES CLASS DAY FROCKS SPORTS APPAREL You are always correctly dressed in our exclusive garments. Just a little better. Just a little different than the ordinary store. We devote one entire floor to the clothing needs of girls, misses and juniors.